Make way for Way
I'm Okay, Trust Me.
"Okay, Gerard," Frank began, telling me when to start. Thank God the lyrics had the notes underneath.
Frank, Ray, and Mikey took their positions. I nervously grabbed the microphone off the stand, hoping I wouldn't sound like a dying cow. "1, 2, 3, 4!" We launched into some pretty sick guitar chords, for about 20 seconds. I've never heard this song before, but so far into it, it sounded great. I would never had expected a band in a garage to sound that good, but then again, they've done this one before. I was the one who had no experience.
My heart started speeding up about 6 seconds in to the song, already violently worrying about what I'll sound like. After all, poor Ray and Mikey had just met me. I didn't want to make their ears bleed. Whatever. I knew I had to continue on.
"Sister, I'm not much. A poet but a criminal, and you never had a chance!"
I never expected to sound like that. For the first few lyrics it came out sort of like a really loud, creepy, harsh whisper. I really did sound like the vocalist. And that, was unbelievably AWESOME. I could definitely have some actual fun with this.
"Love it or leave it, you can't understand, a pretty face but you do! So, carry on, and on, and on!"
I especially liked singing this verse. Why? Well, one thing was I got to yell a bit. So far, I was guessing that this song was about being angry, hurt. Maybe that something or someone was shoving something down your throat, that you didn't like. I connected emotionally with this verse, I knew what it's like to have something like that to happen.
That was the part where I started to tear up.
I couldn't physically carry on with the next verse. I hated memories from the past being brought up. I may sound like a whiny emotional bitch, but at least I can be honest with myself.
I guess Frank took notice, because he stopped simultaneously with the other band members.
Fuck, I was caught. What in the fuck would give it away?
"Hey, Gerard, are you... Okay?" Frank sweetly asked me. Why would he care?
I tried to hide my stutter. "Y-Yeah...You guys can keep playing, if you want," I tried my best not to sound upset.
"Gerard, come inside with me for 10 minutes," Frank ordered. God, that sounded dirty in my sick mind. Anything for Frank, I guess.
"Okay," I answered Frank, dragging my feet as he led me to the door.
"Ray, Mikey! We'll be back in a few minutes," Frank called. I could see Ray and Mikey grabbing a few stools from the bins in the garage.
Frank held the door open for me, smiling sweetly. He shut the door behind me, and led me up the wooden stairs to his room. Why his room?
I sat down on his usual organized bed, checking the blanket. He sat down beside me, eyes and bright lips lingering dangerously close to mine, breathing warm air onto my lips. That felt amazing.
"Gerard, tell me what's wrong," Frank asked. I couldn't help but eye him, he was too beautiful for this shit.
"I'm okay, trust me," I whispered. I didn't want to aggravate someone like Frank. Fuck, I've only known the guy for less than 3 days. I can't tell him too much.
"Just... Memories," I shuddered. It really wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, why would he care?
"Gerard..." Frank had that little glint in his eyes, again. What did that mean?
Frank had just gotten a little too close, when we heard someone banging on the door. I checked my watch: It was 4:12 when we came inside, and now it was.. 4:26? Why would we take that long?
"Got it!" Frank yelled, blushing furiously as he ran out of his room, and down the cold stairs.
What the hell just happened?
Notes
okay, so now I think I got it. Thoughts so far? ^-^ i have a feeling this is going to be a long story.
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8/19/14