Frerard is Real

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THREE WEEKS LATER

The stage is the only escape from reality, from Gerard’s reality. He would sing his heart out, singing for the boys, singing it for the girls, singing it for the world. His fans were the only people who were keeping him alive, his fans were the only people who were keeping him thinking positive. Gerard was sweating through his muscle shirt, throwing his mic into the air. He shouted, “Killjoys, make some noise!” And as if the audience had their own mic, the stage rumbled from their shouting, intensifying Gerard’s energy. He smiled as he began to sing “Na Na Na”. The crowd sang along, sending vibes up Gerard’s legs.
Gerard laughed into the mic unexpectedly, sending the audience into laughter as well. Gerard hadn’t ever felt more alive. He looked over to Frank. Frank glanced at Gerard, but turned his attention back to his guitar. Gerard’s energy went down a bit, but he took the advantage of being on stage. He said into his mic, “How about you get your sweet ass over here, Frank?”
Frank looked up from the guitar to the fans and then to Gerard. Frank felt as if he didn’t have a choice, with the fans watching him. He went over to Gerard, still shredding the guitar. Gerard took advantage of the screaming fans of Frerard and asked the crowd, “Would you like to see Frerard kiss, killjoys?”
The crowd screamed, and Gerard could hear dozens of yeses. He grinned and planted a huge kiss onto Frank’s lips. His tongue entered Frank’s mouth, massaging his tongue with Frank’s. Frank gave in for the fan’s sake-and he liked it as well. Gerard pulled away and said into the mic, “Frerard is real, guys!”
But of course only half the fanbase takes it seriously.

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