Gerard P.O.V.

Eliza and I finally manage to get to our car. The fans and paparazzi where everywhere.

My mind was somewhere else now. I saw Lindsey. She's here in Los Angeles! After four years she's back. I haven't been able to contact her anymore, well, that's because I was mad.

Wait, why was I mad at her?

"Gerard, baby," Eliza said resting her head on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I said.

"I want to go home. I'm tired." Eliza said kissing my check.

"Don't worry. We'll get out of here soon, okay. We just have to get away from the paparazzi." I said.

She nodded and closed her eyes.

I look at the crowd of people walking. None of them seem to be Lindsey or her friends. The car began to move.

I kept looking at the by passers.

I see a guy with spiked up hair, along with one other dude and two girls. It's them.

The car stops to let some people walk. Lindsey points to Jimmy that it's free to walk.

I keep an eye on Lindsey. She's more beautiful than I remembered.

Jennifer was saying something to Lindsey, she laughed. That smile.

I lost sight of Lindsey to the crowd.

I shook my head. Get over her. I thought to myself.

What the fuck are you thinking, Gerard. You have Eliza now.

I sighed and looked at Eliza. She was now fast asleep.



"So, how was your trip to New Jersey," Frank asked.

"It was okay," I said.

"Dude, whenever you go somewhere with Eliza you say 'it was okay'. " Frank whispered.

We were in our band rehearsals. Like always, Frank and I manage to be first. Mikey walked in.

"How's Jersey?" Mikey asked.

"Same old Jersey," I said.

"Really?"

"Yep."

Bob came in after Mikey had finished setting up. All we need is Ray, but that fucker is usually late.

After waiting for Ray for thirty minutes, we began band practice without him.

Fifteen minutes into practice, Ray walks in.

"Guys! I have great news!" Ray said setting his guitar down. He looks pretty excited.

"Well, first you got to tell us why the fuck you were late," Bob said.

"It's part of the great news," Ray said.

"So tell us," Mikey said.

"I will, I will. Okay, you know the tour, Projekt Revolution, right?" Ray said.

"Duh! Get to the point," Frank said. He's an impatient little fucker.

"Well, our manager called me today to tell you guys... DRUM ROLL PLEASE," Ray called.

Bob rolled his eyes and gave the drum roll.

"WE'RE GOING TO BE PLAYING AT PROJEKT REVOLUTION!" Ray yelled at the top of his lungs.

In the middle of our little celebration, which really was just all of us shouting, Ray's phone went off.

"Hold on guys, it's a text from our manager," Ray said.

"What's the text about?" Frank asked.

"It's the line up." Ray said.

"Well, read it. We want to know who's going," I said taking a seat.

Frank and Ray's eyes widen, they looked at each other and back at me.

"Uh, if you say so," Ray said.

Frank and Ray exchange looks. Why are they debating about this? I mean, I am going to be in the tour and there's no turning back.

"Uh, we're on the Main Stage," Ray said. "Taking Back Sunday, Him, Placebo, obviously Linkin Park-"

"No shit," Bob said.

"and Julien-K. Now on the Revolution Stage," Ray said looking at Frank.

Frank gave a panic shrug then quickly hid behind Ray. I looked at Mikey and Bob, they also gave them a 'what the fuck' look.

Ray took a deep breath. "Okay Gerard, don't get mad." Ray said.

"Why would I be mad?" I asked.

I was confuse, along with Bob and Mikey. Frank threw some jazz hands at Mikey and Bob.

"Dude, are you fucking okay?" Bob asked Frank.

"Bass! Bass! Bass!" Frank said.

I looked at Mikey and his bass guitar. His bass guitar looks fine. No fire or anything.

"Oh!" Mikey and Bob said. Their eyes had widen. Am I missing something here!?

"So Drum, Guitar, Bass, and Microphone there..." Mikey said.

"That's why we're freaking out!" Ray said.

"Oh this is bad..." Frank said sitting down.

"Are you guys gonna fucking tell me what's bad! Just tell me who's going to be on the Revolution Stage. I'm going to see the bands sooner or later," I said.

"He's right," Mikey said.

"Alright. Ray you tell him," Frank said hiding behind him.

"Okay. Bands that are playing on the Revolution Stage are Saosin, The Bled, Madina Lake, and- oh guys I can't break the news to him!" Ray said handing Frank the phone.

"Shit," Frank mumbled. He panic. "Uh, Bob! You're tough, you say it!" Frank said and threw the phone to Bob.

"Fuck!" Bob said.

"Are you guys going to fucking tell me what's going on!" I yelled.

They looked at each other.

"Bob, I think you should tell him, since you're the tough one out of all of us," Mikey said and walked to Ray and Frank.

"Okay, I will. Um the other band that is playing on the Revolution Stage is... is... um," is all I heard because then he lowered him head and all I can hear is him mumbling.

"What? I didn't hear you," I said.

"Goddamn! Gerard I said the other band that is playing on the Revolution Stage is Mindless Self Indulgence!" Bob said.

I look at them in disbelief. This has to be a sick joke!

"You're joking, right. Because if you are this is really fucked up!" I said.

They know about what happened that night. The last night I saw Lindsey. The first date. The night we broke up because she was leaving Los Angeles to New York City.

"Gerard," Mikey began. "We're not joking around. Why would we joke about that."

"Fuck." I said and closed my eyes. The room was silent.

All the memories of us flashed in my head. I really loved her. No, I still do. I don't know why I broke up with her. But then again, I saw her in the airport. The airport.

"I fucking saw her!" I said burying my face into my hands.

"What?" They all said.

"She fucking saw me, too!" I said.

"Who's 'she'," Ray asked.

"Lindsey! It was Lindsey at the airport! Along with Jimmy, Steve, and Kitty! Lindsey saw me! HOLY FUCK!" I said standing up now.

"What," they asked.

"She saw me and Eliza!" I said.

"She saw you with the bitch," Frank said. Frank didn't like Eliza at all. In fact, they hate each other, a lot.

"Frank!" We all said.

"What! It's the truth." He said. I know none of them likes Eliza for a strange reason.

"Why would you care if Lindsey saw you with Eliza. I mean, you did break up with her," Mikey said.

I bit my lower lip. It was true, I did break up with Lindsey. But, the only reason I'm going out with Eliza is to get Lindsey out of my mind. Now that she's here, and I'm going to be on the same tour as her, it's going to be hard.

"Yeah. I did." I said.

We had thirty more minutes of practice before we went home. When I was in my apartment, I went to my laptop and went to my pictures.

The first pictures there are ones of Lindsey and I. The very first one is one Frank took. We were in Dave & Busters. It was the first day Lindsey and I properly met. You know, other than the day I made her drop her coffee at Starbucks and it spilled all over her...

We both have smiles on. I looked tipsy. I probably was because this was when I was an alcoholic. I'm glad I'm sober now... thanks to Lindsey.

Why does everything remind me of her! I mean, even when I look at Mikey's bass I manage to think of her!

I look at the next photo. We were in our band's uniforms. My long raven hair was all over the place and Lindsey's were in pigtails. I don't know why, but it suits her a lot.

I skipped a couple of photos and look at the -I think tenth- photo of us. It was us kissing. The people around us were in a circle, so this has to be when we played Truth or Dare. My hands were around her waits while her hands were wrap around my neck.

I shook my head. Why did I let her go? Why was I such a damn idiot, I should of waited for an explanation but no, I had to let her go!

"Just forget her. You have Eliza know," I said to myself.

I didn't want to go to tour without Eliza...

After an hour debating on if I should invite her to tour, I call her. She said yes and now she's going to tour with us.

I just hope there isn't a lot of drama...