Gerard claps onto his father’s hand as they weaved through the large crowd. He heard the pounding of drums in the distance. His father’s gentle hands lift him. People start cheering as the marching band came into sight. This one was different than the ones he had seen before. This one had an actual band. There were guitars and drums on the float. The float was dark and frilly, but what caught his eye was the singer. He was a big kid, had longish black hair and worn a firm jacket. He was mesmerized. The big kid’s eye quickly locked with his while he was singing a particularly long note. Little Gerard felt his eyes widen and his face heat up. But all too soon the band past, and another passed and another followed, but he couldn’t focus on the colorful floats and the cheerful music, he fell asleep on the car ride home, thinking about that boy.
That boy, he locked eyes with him and sang his hardest for him, famous last words, for him. He didn’t know why he felt this way, this kid was what ten maybe eleven, Frank was 16, that’s a little weird but something about that boy with the messy black hair wearing all black on top of his father shoulders, made him go crazy.

Notes

short and sweet to start with!


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