So Long And Good Night

I miss Prim. She probably doesn't even remember me, I don't see why she would anyway. She was the perfect kid, I mean she doesn't have a care in the world. Atleast she is happy and safe.
I grabbed the book that had been thrown on the floor because Gerard flew out of the room, leaving behind the book. I put it on the desk, and walked into the other room where I found Mikey tackling Gerard on the sofa.
"STOOOOOP!" Gerard squealed as Mikey tickled him. I giggled, and headed towards the front of the bus.
"Hey, how much longer until this town?" I asked the bus driver.
"A few minutes, we will be at the hotel for an hour or two before getting ready for the concert there," The driver smiled. He looked familiar, until I realised who he actually was.
"Ok, thanks- Bob?" I smiled.
"No problem," He grinned, focusing on the road.
I sneaked into the room, and then let out a shout.
"WE WILL BE AT THE HOTEL IN A FEW MINUTES!" I shouted, causing everyone to look at me.
"WOO!" Ray shouted, going into his room to pack- atleast i suspected.
"I think we all need to actually practice today, this is one of the big concerts," Mikey winked.
"Won't the owners get mad?" I asked, worried that the manager or someone would kick us out.
"Oh,practice at the hotel, we will go to the arena, after we have unpacked," Gerard explained. I felt my cheeks go a light red.
I felt to a halt and before we all knew it, we were unpacking and in our rooms. This hotel was amazing- really. We were all in one apartment, though it was massive. It was like we had a whole floor! We all had seperate rooms, and I guess whoever booked it remembered me, which i guessed was Mikey. The place was so clean, and we all had double beds, with lots of space for luggage. I felt like I was in heaven, I mean touring with My Chemical Romance is undescribable, but when they call you a sister? I could burst at this moment.
I snapped out of my daydreaming when Mikey tapped me on the shoulder.
"Uh, Lyd?" Mikey asked, looking at me trying to get my attention.
"Yeah?" I instantly looked at him and he looked startled.
"We are going to practice in an hour, so if you wanna come you should get ready," He smiled, walking out.
"Ok, Thanks," I said, getting a towel and fresh clothes out of my suitcase ( Yes, they bought me a suitcase, i don't even know why). I went into the bathroom, locked the door and got into the shower. The water ran down my hair and onto my back, which felt really good because i hadn't had a shower in forever. Then I started doing something I hadn't done in years.
Sing.
I started singing Helena, because this was one of my favourite songs of all time. It helped me through when my Auntie died, I was so close with her. She taught me not to throw my life away. I thought I heard a sniffle from the door, but I couldn't make it out so I kept showering.
Once I had done, i got out and dried myself, and put my clothes on. I put my "My Chemical Romance" T-shirt on, which had the album cover of "I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love" on it, with some black skinnies and purple lace up boots. After, I started styling my hair. I decided to straighten it, because when i curl my hair it normally turns frizzy, and that isn't good, especially for an mcr concert. When we were at the mall, Gerard bough me some purple extentions, because they would "apparently" look good on me. I put them in, and they didn't look that bad. They complimented my black hair, which is a bonus. I applied some eye- liner and mascara, before I headed out of the bathroom, to find everyone in the living room.
"You took your time," Gerard said, gulping the last of his coffee.
"Sorry, a girl gotta do what a girls gotta do," I shrugged.
" Well, lets go!" Mikey shouted, walking towards the door. Just before we all left, the room phone called. I picked it up and answered.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello miss, I'm sorry but the lift is having mantenance problems at the moment, just to inform you, sorry about this, bye," The phone hung up. I groaned, walking back to the boys, who were waiting for me at the door.
"Who was it?" Ray asked.
"It was the receptionist, lifts aren't working," I groaned, walking towards the stairs.
"B-but my poor legs," Frank sniffled sarcastically, I rolled, my eyes, taking the first step. There was a few seconds of silence, until Gerard broke it.
"WHOEVER GETS DOWN THERE LAST HAS TO CRACK AN EGG ON THEIR HEAD ON STAGE, INCLUDING YOU LYDIA," He shouted, leaping down the stairs at lightning speed. Mikey and I's eyes widened, and we both started running as fast as we could down the stairs, whilst Frank and Ray were trying their hardest to catch up with the rest of us. Gerard tripped, making him roll down one of the staircases, making Mikey trip over his body, and Me, Frank and Ray lept over their bodies. We were nearly their, when Frank slipped, making him fall flat on his face. We all lept over him, making him sniffle.
"NO FAIR!" Frank shouted, getting up and trying to catch up, but unluckily, he got down the stairs last.
"Well, Frank is gonna get egged on stage," Gerard breathed heavily.
"Its not fair, I have smaller legs, therefore I had a disadvantage," He scrunched up his face.
"Using your miget-ness isn't going to help you here, my dear Frank," I smirked, and he pouted at me.
"Fine," He sighed, walking out of the door. We all followed, making our way into the tour bus.
= 30 Minutes Later =
We arrived at the arena, hiding from all of the screaming fans at the enterance. I felt so lucky. We got in through the back, just about. I think, one of the fans, spotted us, making all of them go crazy, but luckily we got in just in time. Right now, we were all setting up and I was just hanging about with everyone.
"Wear this," Mikey instructed, handing me a backstage pass, "The security guards are strict, so If they caught you with no pass, they would kick you out,"
"Thanks," I said, putting the pass round my neck.
"Nice t-shirt anyway," He winked, walking off. I giggled to myself, and followed him up onto the stage. It was massive, with lights beaming on and off. I saw Gerard, setting his mic up, so I walked over to him, like my annoying-self.
"Need any help?" I said, watching him fiddle with the wires.
"Nah, I'm nearly done with this now," He smiled, finishing off.
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Perform on stages as big as this," I said, looking to the seats.
"I really don't know, I guess the adrenaline takes over," He shrugged, turning the mic on, making the speakers fuzz. He tapped the mic, making a tapping sound echo through the arena.
"Well that's working," He giggled slightly, placing the mic in a stand.
"I wish I had as much confidence as you," I admitted. I really did wish that- I would love to just run around on stage doing the thing I love whilst making people happy.
"You should, I heard you singing in the shower earlier, you are really good," He said looking down, as I felt my cheeks turn bright red.
"Uh... you heard me singing?" I said, embarressed.
"Well yeah.... Im not a perv! I came to shout to say that we need to leave but instead I stayed and listened to you sing," He said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Thanks for the compliment anyway I guess," I said, stuttering away as fast as I could. Now I remember why I stopped singing. My mum always heard me singing when I was 13 and she hated it. Every time she heard me, she would tell me i had a horrible voice and would make me stop singing. It felt good to sing again, but now that Gerard heard me, I should think twice about singing in the shower.
"Wait!" Gerard shouted, running towards me.
"You should perform with me,"

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