Frank gasps and finds himself in the crowded backstage. He finds himself tuning Pansy and he cuts himself on the string. He pulls his finger back inspects the cut. It feels the same as the one in the dream. In the same place too. What the fuck is going on? Frank thinks to himself. He looks over and sees Bob motion for him to go on stage. Just like in what he just saw. He starts panicking and the rest of the band members see this and come over to see what's wrong. "Hey Frank, what's going on?" Mikey says. "We can't go on that stage guys." He replies. Ray scrunched and Gerard says, "What the hell are you talking about Frankie? We need to perform." "If we go on that goddamn stage, we are going to die!" Frank screams. "What do you mean?" Ray says. "We. Are. Going. To. Die. If. We. Perform!" Frank enunciates so they can understand. They still look at him as if he has ten heads. When he opens his mouth again, a familiar sound explodes through the stage. Wood cracking. The guys run to the stage and find it in ruins. It actually happened! Frank thinks. The fucking stage collapsed. "How did you know?" Bob asks. ************************************************* "How did you know?" The detective, Lock, asked for the hundredth time. Frank just answered what he said before, "I don't know. I saw it happen before it happened. I don't know how." Detective Lock just ran his fingers through his brown hair, clearly irritated. "Look, visions don't happen. Its a myth. You expect me to believe that you had a fucking vision or whatever! Its not gonna work Iero." He just gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut. How date this asshole accuse him of lying about this. "Now, will you tell me what actually happened?" It wasn't a question. It was a demand. "I already told you what the fuck happened!" A sudden knock on the door interiors the stupid detective and the chief is in th doorway. "Let him go Lock." He says simply. "But....." He starts. "No buts Lock. He didn't do anything. The stage collapsed because of poor construction. We are after the builders." Lock sighs and the chief says, "You can go." Frank gets up quickly and heads for the door. The detective grabs his arm and hisses, "Don't think you got away Iero." Frank just pulls his arm away and heads for the exit. When his hand lands on the doorknob, a sudden breeze goes through the room chilling him to the none. He looked around and saw no doors or windows open. That chill told him that this wasn't over yet.

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