The Paramour Sessions

"Well, that's nice and freaky," Gerard said, after a tense moment.

"Why would someone paint that?" Frank questioned. Gerard shrugged while Ray shook his head.

Mikey remained silent, unmoving. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the unfortunate lower half of the painting. The demon's black face was twisted in fury, its eyes bulged out of its head. Unlike the angel's wings, graceful and feathery, the demon's were gnarled and spiky. Its body looked scorched and burned. The longer Mikey stared, the more uneasy he felt. Finally, the sound of high heels clacking down the hallway snapped him out of it. A tall woman appeared in the doorway. She looked genuinely happy to see them.

"Welcome! Gerard good to see you again, and I'm assuming the rest of you are the rest of My Chemical Romance?" She smiled warmly at them.

"Hi, Dana. Yeah, this is Frank, Ray, and my brother Mikey," Gerard introduced them. They all nodded and smiled politely.

"It's very nice to meet you all. Didn't you say someone else was coming? Bryan, right, or something like that?"

"Bob, Bob Bryar. Yeah he's coming tomorrow, I believe. He got caught up with some stuff and had to take a later flight," Gerard explained.

"Bob, that's right. Sorry I'm terrible with names," Dana gushed, apologetically.

"Anyways, I'll be staying out of your hair, but I just wanted to introduce myself and show you guys the bedrooms."

"All right, and again, thank you so much for letting us stay here. We really appreciate it," Gerard followed her down the hallway.

Mikey bit back his snarky remark. It was kind of her to let them stay, he just didn't want to. He grabbed his stuff and headed down the hall. She brought them up the stairs towards the bedrooms. Mikey couldn't help but glance at the paintings in the hallway. They all appeared to be normal, but then again, so did the last one.

"Okay, so every room on this side of the hall is a bedroom, except for that last one on the right, which is a bathroom. Most of the rooms have a door to the balcony, which I might add has a lovely view of the pool," Dana grinned.

The band members looked at each other for a moment, mischief written on each of their
faces. They hesitated for a moment before taking off towards the rooms. Mikey darted into the second one on the right, only to be yanked back by the collar. Gerard sprinted past him into the room.

"Sorry little brother, gotta be faster than that," he laughed, diving face down onto the bed.

"You suck!" He turned around to find Ray lifting Frank over his shoulder and tossing him
out of the next bedroom. Frank lay against the banister, looking unharmed but dejected. A second later, his bags were thrown at him. Frank threw his hands in front of his face in an attempt to block it.

"Ow, shit! You're an asshole, Toro!" Frank sighed, and looked up at Mikey. "I'm gonna go ahead and assume you want the next room?"

Mikey looked down at Frank, guilt creeping in.

"Nah, you can have it. This one on the end looks pretty cool, too." Frank smiled at him, gratefully.

"Thanks, you're the best," he said, genuinely. He picked up his suitcase and walked quickly into his new room. Dana smiled at Mikey.

"That was nice of you," she said.

"Ehh, he looked pretty bummed. And Ray's actually really nice, he just likes to mess with Frank."

"And Gerard?" She asked, trying not to laugh.

"Well, you already know him, so you know he's an ass," Mikey joked.

"Okay, thin walls, Mikey," Gerard called from his room.

Mikey laughed and rolled his eyes to Dana. She shook her head and stepped aside so he could get to his room. He dropped his bag inside and took a look around. The wallpaper was dark and the room was nearly empty besides the desk in the corner and the bed against the wall. The only light came from a window beside the bed. It overlooked the pool, not a bad view at all. But it didn't have a door to the balcony like the others. It was also significantly smaller than Gerard's room. Typical.

"Interesting little room isn't it?" Dana asked from the doorway.

"Yes, very"

"The Blue Room, lot of weird stuff happens in here," she mumbled, looking around.

"The Blue Room? Why do the call it that?" He asked, confused. She just laughed and walked away.

Mikey looked around the room. Nothing in it was blue, not even the comforter on the
bed. In fact, nothing seemed off about the room at all. Definitely not what Mikey was expecting. He looked back out at the pool. Might as well have some fun. He closed the shade, needing to get changed into a bathing suit. The room was pitch dark without the sunlight. He stumbled over to the light switch. After feeling up the wall for a few blind seconds, he reached the switch. He flicked it on and the room was washed in a blue glow. What? He looked up at the ceiling. A blue lightbulb was screwed into the fixture. The room instantly looked eerie and had a much gloomier feel to it. Mikey took another look around the now blue room.

"Great," he muttered.

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