Boys in The Band

**Chase's POV**
Bob pulled me in close by my hip and put his arm around my waist, "Here she is!" He rang with a tone similar to a proud mother.
Everyone stopped and looked at us, Gerard and the rhythm guitarist greeted us. Bro hugs for Bob and proper hugs for me; arms around the shoulders and squishing my sore chest against theirs.
"I'm Frank." The guitarist smiled, holding out a tattooed hand for me to shake.
"Chase." I said shaking his hand after he gave me a warm hug, "I like your hair." I grinned
He rolled his eyes and snorted, "Dyed it myself."

Gerard and Frank walked back to their posts. Gerard right in the middle, and Frank sitting on the amp next to the other guitarist.
"Come on guys." Gerard said. Bob sat at the drum kit, the two men with their guitars and the one quiet kid with his bass spaced themselves behind Gerard. Bob began a crazy beat and the bass joined in with short plucks on the strings. Frank and the other guitarist strummed their opening chords. Gerard leaned on the mic, "This song goes out to the platinum blonde sitting on my couch."
His voice was seductive, almost like a narcotic taken through the ear. I closed my eyes and smiled peacefully for the first time in weeks.
"Three, Two, One, We came to fuck." he sang, running his mouth over the mic like he was making out with his own voice. I mean, I'd totally make out with that voice.

The boy on the bass was bobbing his head at he plucked the strings with such experience, I was blown away. I wish i could see his eyes, though. His hair was right over his face and black frames concealed them even more. It didn't help that he was looking down at his instrument.

On the other hand, Frank was completely consumed by his own playing. He was jumping up on his amp, Bob's drums, and even grinded against Gerard a few times. Were they gay or something? Nah, Maybe a little bit but not completely gay.

The other guitarist was headbanging like mad. His hair helped add the effect of the whole hardcore vibe that Gerard gave off with his passionate singing.

"Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!"

Bob was scaring me with how hard he was pounding on his drums. He wasn't looking at me, but I imagined him beating me as hard as he played the drums. He could even do it with those drum sticks, I was afraid.

"You stupid bitch! Why can't you do it fucking right!?"
"I'm trying! I'm trying! Why can't you put down your beer for two seconds!? I'm fucking sick of you and your-" I was cut off by a slap. I fell on the ground and got a kick to the side.
I screamed as loud as I could but Bob covered my mouth, "Don't bring the fucking neighbors into this." He grunted. As soon as I stopped fighting back, he let go of my mouth and walked back to the couch with his beer. I laid on the tile floor for what seemed like forever until I dragged myself up again and continued cooking.

The water just started to boil when I just processed what had happened. I was sobbing until I heard angry footsteps come up behind me. He grabbed me from around the waist and pushed me against the stove, "Now, What was that about me? You're sick of my what?" His face was right up against mine, my body was trapped by his weight.
"I didn't say anything!" I snapped.
He pushed me even harder, "Don't play fucking innocent!"
I reached behind me and grabbed the first weapon I could find, a boiling pot of water. I flung it over my shoulder, but he caught it and dumped most of it right on me.
"You fucking bitch!" He said as I fell on the floor, screaming. He grabbed my wrists and dragged me to the living room and punched me a could more times, causing my shoulder to bruise and my lip to bleed. I laid there, motionless, afraid he might hit me again. He let go of me and sat back on the couch.

I snapped back to reality. Gerard was still singing, "The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon!
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!"
I guess it was the last verse. He banged his head as the last few power chords were played. Oh goodness, he was already sweating a ton after just one song.
"That's the warm-up guys!" Gerard said as he visited Bob's drum kit, having a few words with him.
"How'd we sound?" squeaked the bassist.
"You guys sounded phenomenal!" I smiled at him, "I'm Chase."
He just smirked, "I know who you are, I'm Mikey. Gerard over there is my brother."
Oh, now that was adorable. It looked like he loved his brother so much he sacrificed himself the hard work and joined the band. Or he was forced against his will to play with them. Frank swaggered over, with his guitar strapped across his shoulders, "You look like somebody i used to know!" He quoted the song he just played.
"You guys sounded great!" I repeated.
Frank just put his foot up on an amp, "Not to be vain or anything, but we're pretty awesome." He smirked.
Mikey rolled his eyes, "We're working really hard on it. Gerard told us to quit our jobs because we're starting a band. I don't know what would happen if we didn't get that record deal. We're just starting writing our next album. Gerard had this great idea with military uniforms and this kind of dead scene with ashes and rubble everywhere. it's going to be hectic!" Mikey was almost giddy at the fact that the band was becoming successful.
"You want to help us polish some songs tonight?" Frank asked.

Notes

Er. Not the best chapter, but more, improved coming soon!