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Rock and Roll Ruined My Life

The Band I Never Heard of

Rock and Roll Ruined My Life- Chapter 3- The Band I Never Heard of

I pinched myself. This couldn’t be happening to me, because nothing ever happened to me. I felt my glasses start to slide down my nose as I looked down at the bag that led me here. If Gerard was telling the truth, which I’m pretty sure he was, then I was going to meet an actual band. For the first time in my life I was going to meet a band. I knew it probably wasn’t such a big deal, but as I said, nothing ever happened to me so I was excited.

My heart was pounding as I stepped onto the cool, dim bus. It smelled brand new. Gerard turned to me and said,
“Just stay here for a second.” He jumped up the last few steps and disappeared. I heard him put his bag down somewhere. Then he called, “Guys I’m back. Did you order food?” I heard him walk off into another part of the bus.

“It’s about time you got back,” a voice said in a fake reprimanding tone.
“How much crap did you buy?” another voice asked.
“Seriously,” agreed another voice with the last.
“Want to verse me Gee?” asked another.
“No there’s someone here to meet you guys,” I heard Gerard interrupt them.

All of the talking stopped abruptly then started up again.
“Who is it?”
“Someone important?”
“Right now?”
“Ugh, it’s probably some fucking interview person.”
“No, no. It’s not someone from the media, but I think she’s never heard of us. Try to act normal please, I think she’s half creeped out already,” I heard Gerard tell them. They all started to laugh and I felt my face go red. They obviously thought I couldn’t hear them…

The sound of many footsteps coming my way suddenly cleared all thoughts from my brain. I tensed up. I was scared and excited at the same time. I flipped my head to the side so that my bangs weren’t all over my face, and then shifted the bag in my arms so that I wouldn’t drop it. Gerard appeared again at the top of the stairs.
“Come on don’t be nervous,” he teased. I moved up the stairs cautiously then rounded the corner trying to make my face look as relaxed as possible.

It looked like we were in the kitchen part of the bus. It was nicely furnished and quite impressive as far as buses go… I finally moved my eyes to the table where I saw 4 other guys watching me curiously. Two of them had dark hair and hazel eyes just like Gerard, except one of them had a scorpion tattoo on his neck, and the other was wearing glasses; the one sitting in the middle had on a hoodie that was pulled over his head so that you could barely see his face, and the last one had a very poofy afro thing going on.

Awkward Silence… “Um, Hello,” I ventured unsure about the situation.
“What’s up?” the one with the poofy hair replied loudly, making me jump.
“I honestly don’t know,” I muttered.

“Gerard, why did you bring her here? I cannot see your motive at all,” said the one with the hoodie. I waited for Gerard’s response along with the others.
“Well,” he started, “remember the thing we said we wanted to try out? She’s perfect for it,” he concluded pointing at me. I stood up straight suddenly alert. What was he talking about? Slowly I saw realization spread across their faces. Then they were all looking at me and I knew the spotlight had been transferred over to my face.

Suddenly, I had a burst of courage to say what was really going through my brain. I cleared my throat and then said,
“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but who the HELL are you people? All I did was stop to help someone pick up their stuff, and suddenly I’m dragged over here by some dude who wants me to be a guinea pig for his band? Would any body be kind enough to explain what the hell is going on?” I sighed in frustration and threw myself onto a chair opposite the sitting band members who were watching me with little glazed stares.

As I calmed down I realized how stupid I was for yelling at all of them. “Look I’m sorry guys. I just-”
“Gerard you’re right!” the poofy afro guy interrupted me, “She’s perfect!” I glanced around the table to see all of the band members nodding in agreement.
“See? I told you,” Gerard said finally sitting down next to me. He took a deep breath and continued. “Ok, that’s Frank, Mikey, Bob, and Ray and we call ourselves My Chemical Romance. Ring a bell?” I searched my brain thoroughly, and I couldn't think of anyone ever mentioning them.
“Nope, sorry,” I answered. “As of 20 minutes ago I didn’t even know you guys existed.” I looked at the end of the table too see the one with glasses and the one with the hoodie pouting. “I’m really sorry guys,” I apologized. “Continue though,” I waved my hand towards Gerard.

“Well, a few weeks ago, we thought it would be cool if we could take someone, preferably a teenager, and teach them all we know about being in a band and stuff so that we could hopefully start a new legacy of ass-kicking music.” I laughed. These guys were out there alright, but their intentions were good.

“After I saw you fix that guitar tuner I knew you would be perfect.” The other guys nodded then suddenly, the guy at the end of the table with the tattoo jumped in his seat and said, “Wait, wait, wait. She,” he pointed at me, “fixed a guitar tuner? Like an electric one?”
“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “In like 5 seconds.” I felt my face go red as they all nodded impressed. “How did you know how to do that?” The one with the glasses asked. I still couldn’t remember all of their names, which bothered me, but I answered anyway, “My dad’s a music teacher.” They all nodded again except for Gerard who knew already. It grew silent again.

“Soo,” Gerard began kind of awkwardly. “What’s up?” I said nonchalantly. Whatever he had to ask couldn’t be that bad.
“Um… What’s your name?” I felt my jaw drop. I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I didn’t tell him my name, or any of them for that matter. I felt my cheeks grow red again.

“What the fuck?” The one with the tattoo said. “Both of you have had sensible conversations for the past half hour with out knowing each others names?” The guy sitting next to him with the glasses glanced at Gerard then fake coughed and said, “Retard.” The poofy afro guy joined in laughing with the other two, and finally the one with the hoodie smirked and his frame shook as he laughed silently.

“It’s not like I would have told him anyway,” I said defensively. I pointed to the bag in my arms, “I thought he was a wacko rape-ist before when he asked me to help him bring this stuff to his ‘car.’ ” By now all of them were doubled over with laughter and I couldn’t help but join in. “Seriously though,” the one with the hoodie said sitting up. “What’s your name?” Everyone quieted down to listen. “My name’s -”
“No wait let me guess!” The afro guy cut me off again. He furrowed his brow in thought then finally guessed, “Taylor?”

At this there was an uproar of "Boo's!", and then one at the end said, “Alexandrea?” With this there was another uproar of disapproval. “Let her speak idiots!” said Gerard. They all stopped and looked at me expectantly. I laughed, “Even though those were good guesses, my name’s Juliet.” The one at the end of the table reached over and pushed poofy guy’s head down sharply making him cry out in pain and mouthed, “I told you so!”
“You can call me Julie or whatever other derivative of Juliet you can think of though.”

I took off my hoodie suddenly warm and threw it onto the counter behind me. None of the lights had been turned on over there for some reason. I shrugged and turned back to the conversation.

“So what instrument or instruments do you play?” asked the one with the glasses. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. This was the question I had been dreading… “Well, I used to play guitar,” I confessed, “but I only knew how to play songs by, like, Taylor Swift and stuff; and I couldn’t figure out how to play any rock songs or whatever so I stopped.” They all stared at me with their mouths in small o’s.

Gerard was the first one to speak up. “Your father is a freaking music teacher and you don’t play any fuc-freaking instruments?” I cringed. I knew that one of them would say something like that...

“Gerard, I’m amazed,” the scorpion guy interrupted Gerard, “That is the first time you restrained yourself from using the word 'fuck'.” All of the other guys suddenly sat up in shock. “Are you feeling ok Gee?” asked the one with the glasses reaching over to feel Gerard’s forehead. Gerard smacked his hand away and stared at all of them in annoyance and said, “I’m trying to keep myself calm here! And if you haven’t noticed one,” he pointed to his index finger, “I’m lucky to have run into her, and two,” he pointed to his middle finger, “I don’t want to scare the shit out of her!” By the time he finished he was breathing heavily and he sat back in his chair and took the bag from me and put it on the floor. No one said anything.

After his breath was back to normal he turned to me and said, “Well, what’s your excuse?” I sighed and said, “I guess I was too embarrassed that I couldn’t play any bar chords or any rock songs. I guess I thought it was too late to start playing and that I wouldn’t ever be any good. I just couldn’t do it…” I wrung my hands and stared at the floor. Suddenly, an awful feeling of guilt spread over me. I felt like such a loser for confessing my sad, pathetic playing skills to an apparently famous band.

“Aww, don’t be sad!” said the one with the hoodie.
“That’s why we’re here,” said Gerard patting my hand. There was a moment of silence…

“Who wants to play some video games?!” the one with the glasses said jumping up. The others perked up at this, and they nodded at each other with looks of excitement on their faces.

We all got up and went into the next part of the bus which had a large T.V with tons of wires and controllers surrounding it, a comfy looking couch, and soft carpeting on the floor. Gerard and the one with the glasses pushed past all of us and ran to the first two controllers on the floor and turned on the Play Station 3 by the side of the T.V.

I sat down on the couch and folded my hands in my lap. “I guess this must be really awkward for you. Seeing grown men playing video games like they’re your age,” said the one with the poofy hair sitting down next to me on the couch. I nodded and laughed. While we were waiting for the first round of the game to start, I leaned over to the guy and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone’s name here except for Gerard’s.” Gerard turned his head a fraction at the sound of his name only to find he had been shot down by his opponent who didn't hesitate to take advantage of the moment. “SHIT!” he exclaimed. I turned back to the afro guy. “Would you mind telling me everyone’s names again?” I looked up innocently at him. He sighed in defeat and started by telling me his name, which was Ray, and then worked his way across the room.

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We all played video games for the rest of the afternoon. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged to something bigger than just me. I don’t know why, but I did. I was officially having the time of my life. But of course, to every light there is a dark; and in my case the dark side was as dismal as it could be…

Comments

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MyChemFREAK MyChemFREAK
2/7/15

Please keep writing it cant end here I've spent two days reading this, PLEASE I need to know what happedns.

McRbAnDfReAk McRbAnDfReAk
10/21/14

NOOO! This can't be the end! Please keep writing, you're amazing at it!!!

AShotToRemember AShotToRemember
4/27/14

At some point I do believe fall out boy should make an appearance