Even Lights Can Fade Away
Chapter 1
Gerard's POV
"No, no, no," I reject rather politely. The studio artist had been demonstrating designs to me all the while I dismissed them. She points to one drawing that basically appeared to be a pink toga.
“It’s a toga. And…it’s pink,” I complain.
“Gerard Way, I thought you were an artist! This is salmon,” she said. I groan loudly in pure boredom.
“Can’t I just wear a t shirt? And jeans?”
“You don’t know a thing about celebrities,” she scoffs.
“I’m not a celebrity, I’m an artist. I want to give something to this world,” I smile.
“Your agency was thinking your new song be about popularity,” she mentioned. I groan
louder.
“Are you fucking with me? Seriously, popularity?!”
“Your songwriter is on it.”
I can’t take this anymore.
“Fuck this place!” I leave the studio. “I quit! Find yourself another puppet, assholes!”
There goes my only chance to BE something.
Notes
New Chapter of new story c:
