Ray didn't accept the fact that the band was gone. As far as he was concerned, there was still a My Chemical Romance and the breakup never happened. It was just a bad dream. He was still in the band. He went about doing everything he normally did, not once pausing to think that maybe it was really happening. They'd been through too much together to break up now. All the times he'd watched his friends hit rock bottom and all the times he'd helped them back up. Every time in the past he'd thought they'd break up, they'd fixed what was wrong and came back stronger than ever. This would be another one of those times. Ray was in complete denial. Everyone had worked so long and hard to make everything they'd accomplished possible. All the people they'd helped, the songs they'd written, the shows they played... it couldn't be in the past. Every ounce of himself that he put into each performance, it was all going to happen again at the next show they played. There would be more songs. More albums. More shows. More interviews. More fans. My Chemical Romance couldn't end. The band was going to last forever. It was all he'd known since Gerard called him up one fateful day. It wasn't over. It couldn't be over. There was no way for it to be over. Even if maybe it was over one day, no one could say it would be back the next. They would always come back together. The band was a magnet, constantly pulling him, Frank, Mikey, and Gerard back to do just one last thing. No last think was really their final last thing. Everyone just kept coming back for more. My Chemical Romance couldn't be over. It was just a bad dream.