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"Your Guardian Angel"- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

When I see your smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall (let you fall)
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away
Cuz I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay woah, stay woah

Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be okay
Though my skies are turning gray

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven


-May 17, 2003-

..Frank's POV..
I walked out of CBGB into the warm, sunlit streets of New York City to get some food for myself and my band. We had just finished soundcheck and we were starving so I volunteered to get some burgers or something. My name is Frank Iero and I'm 21 years old. I have black hair, hazel eyes, and I'm 5'5". Yeah I know I'm short, but I'm over it. I play rythm guitar in a band called My Chemical Romance and we're signed to an indie label called Eyeball Records and we have an album called "I Brought You my Bullets You Brought me Your Love." We're from a small crime ridden town in New Jersey called Belleville. I spotted a Friday's after walking a couple of blocks and walked inside. I walked up to the bar to place my take out order.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked me.
"Order to go," I replied.
"Sure. What would you like?" he asked after he got a piece of paper and a pen.
"Four cheeseburgers, two cooked medium, two well done, and a veggie cheeseburger cooked medium," I told him. He wrote everything down.
"Anything else?" he questioned.
"No thanks," I said.
"OK. Should be ready in about 20 minutes," he said as he walked back to the kitchen. I sat down on one of the stools and waited. A few minutes later a girl came up to the bar. She stood at 5'0" and looked no older than 17 or 18.
"Excuse me? Do you know where the bartender went?" she asked me.
"To the kitchens a few minutes ago. Hasn't been back since," I replied. She sighed.
"Do you happen to have change of a 20?" she asked.
"No. Only have 20's myself,"I told her. I took a better look at her. She was extremely pretty. She had platinum blonde hair that went a little passed her shoulders and had bangs that landed just above her steel gray eyes. Her skin was tan as though she had just come from the beach and freckles were dusted across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were full and her teeth were very white and straight. She was extremely tiny and skinny. She was wearing black and white Converse's, jeans, and a Black Flag t-shirt that was a little too large for her small frame.
"So you like Black Flag?" I asked. She nodded.
"They're one of my favorite bands. My brother got me into them," she replied.
"They're one of mine too. Been listening to them forever. They really inspired me to want to play music," I told her.
"That's cool. Are you in a band?" she asked.
"Yeah. I play guitar."
"What are you guys called?"
"My Chemical Romance. We're playing at CBGB tonight."
"Awesome."
"I'm Frank by the way," I said, extending my hand to her. She shook it and smiled.
"Nice to meet you Frank. I'm Jillian," she said. I smiled too.
"So Jillian, where are you from?"
"Long Island. I came in for the day with a few friends."
"What part of Long Island?"
"Manhasset. It's about a half hour drive, not even. It's in Nassau County. What about you?"
"This small piece of shit town in Jersey called Belleville. It's right on the border of New York and New Jersey."
"I'm sure it's not a piece of shit."
"Trust me, it is. So, have any plans for tonight?"
"Nope. Why?"
"Do you wanna come to my bands show? We go on at 9," I asked hopefully.
"Sure. My friends are catching the 8:15 train home, but I'll stay and come and see you guys," she said. "Are there any age restrictions?"
"It's 18+," I told her. Her face fell.
"Oh. Nevermind. I'm only 17," she said sadly.
"That's no problem. I can get you in. We can even go out for a late dinner after if you want."
"I'd love that," she said brightly. "How old are you Frank?"
"21. I'll be 22 in October," I replied.
"And you don't care that I'm 17?" she asked.
"Not at all. It's not like you're 15 or something. When do you tun 18?"
"Next April."
"That's not bad. Let me get your number and I'll give you mine," I said. She smiled and we both took out our cell phones. I entered her number in my phone and she entered mine in hers.
"I'll call you at 8:15," I said to her. She nodded. The bartender finally came back with the food I had ordered.
"OK that comes to $48.62," he said. I handed him $60 and he gave me my change.
"Well, I better go. I'll call you later and I'll definately see you," I said. We shook hands.
"Bye Frank," she said. I gave her a big smile before I walked out the door and headed back to the venue.