Watch out for my icy blues

After receiving Gerard's letter Frank decided that he couldn't stay in the house anymore and walked out to find the nearest bar in the new Jersey. The nearest one was a dismal place that by the name of "The runt" Frank walked in to look for some booze. Inside was small and dirty but kinda cool. Frank sat on a bar stool and ordered a Bloody Mary.
The bartender was a young looking dude with scraped back ginger curls, good lucking if you had a thing for pretty boys.
The music in the place was horrible, a girl singing about how she was "still into someone."
"What is this shit?" Frank asked sipping his drink.
"Paramore I think." The bartender replied in an Irish accent.
"Woah I used to like them what the fuck happened." Frank said.
"They went mainstream just like My Chemical Romance did, when that happens bands lose they're spark." The bartender told him. Frank had to agree with that ever since the daily mail incident they didn't write lyrics the same becuase they were scared about the response they would have.

Notes

This chapter may be a tad bit contreversial