GERARD'S P.O.V

After I had Frank situated with his alcoholic drink, I shuffled back over to the middle of the bar and watched in intrigued disgust as these young guys and girls stumbled across the dance floor, moving to horridly tinny music being pumped through the speakers littered around the room.

I was growing increasingly pissed off at my current state or working; I was stuck at this fucking bar with no ability to quit unless I wanted to be making igloos from the runoff snow in the streets. I couldn't handle being homeless.

I could always move in with Mikey....No, he's just starting college and probably lives with Mom and Dad. And I can't live with my parents, not after what Dad did.

Maybe I could ask around for a job. I mean I had two years of media and two years of technical music and music theory under my belt so where could that land me during the day?

Fuck, no where that would be of any interest to me.

Maybe I could try to get a job down at the comic book store?...No, they never hire anyone new....ever.

Well...I could always start coming in during the day and preforming once or twice before my shift. I had always been told I could let my voice take me far.

"Hey, Gee!" I finally heard Jenny's voice ringing in my ear as she shook me from my daze.

"What?" I nearly snapped.

"You just looked like something was bugging you..."

"Well, I was thinking about how I was going to pay rent this month because my asshole boss fired me from my day job." I sighed before picking up a damp rag and wiping down the counter top.

"Jesus Christ that sucks. Maybe you could talk Drew into giving you a raise or something?"

"If he willing gave me a raise, I would be afraid of being in a different universe or some fucked up shit like that." I chucked. To give me a raise, Drew would have to be brain dead on his fucking death bed before he would even think about it. It was out of the question.

That's when preforming came back into my thoughts. He had never heard me sing, but maybe I had a faint shot at it.

"Oh, well I hope you figure something out." Jenny weakly smiles before she turns to attend to two young men that has stumbled their way up to the bar.

I looked over to my end to see Frank still sitting there. I walked down and rested my arm on the granite.

"So, Frank, any chance you would want an accomplice in preforming tonight?" I asked, smirking without realizing it. I couldn't help but lightly chuckle at the confusion that ran out across his face.

"Well, I'm making shit for money and like I said I was fired from my day job and now I won't be earning enough money to make a living. Well ya see, just a minute ago I was thinking about possible jobs and that's when I though about coming in here earlier in the day to sing. And I figure since you play guitar and have a great music taste, I sing with you tonight to show Drew a little bit of what i can do." I explained just now thinking through the crazy and spontaneous idea that popped into my head.

I watched frank nod along, clearly amused by my sudden burst of thoughts.

"Well if ya want to join me I think that'd be great! Anything you wanna sing?" He asked, leaving the option up to me.

"Hmm, do you know Panic! at the Disco?"

"Do I live under a rock? Of course I do!"

"Great, how about Miss Jackson if ya know it?"

"I do indeed know that one, meaning we could defiantly do that." He smiled possibly the biggest smile known to man.

Fuck! He was so fucking adorable like fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck!

"Outstanding! When are you supposed to be up on stage? I asked, reaching under the counter for a bottle of water. I twisted the lid off and took a long drink of the warmer-than-room-temperature-thanks-to-all-the-fucking-body-heat water.

"Uhm, in about 20 minutes I think.." he replied, looking behind himself and to the stage.

"Brilliant. Alright when you go up just get em riled up with something sick and then I'll sneak up there and we can start." I smiled. Frankie nodded in replied, returning my smile before I looked down at his now empty glass.

"You wanna 'nother?'" I asked, looking down towards his cup. After tearing his eyes away from Denis over in the corner he nodded.

"Isn't he talented?" I asked before turning around and mixing up the magic of his drink. I opened a cold Coke and poured it in top of the ice, watching the dark bubbles swirl around in the light brown alcohol. I spun back around and slid the plastic to Frank as he turned from the performance once again.

"He actually is seeing that he's a grown man wearing the littlest amount of clothes legally possible and dancing on a fucking pole." He laughed.

Holy good living fuck his laugh was so adorable and perfect and everything. And his smile was gorgeous and his voice sounded like melted butter on a hot Texas day in the middle of July. God, Mama needed him and she needed him NOW!

***

The twenty minutes slowly ticked passed as more drunken girls and guys stumbled their way up to the bar just to feed the fire of intoxication.

When I was done serving probably the biggest group of the night, I looked over to see Frank walking up towards the stage.

I watched him get himself set up as John killed the music and handed the microphone over to Frank.

"Alright, we're gonna start the night with a song from a little band I like to call Fall Out Boy! I hope you guys like Young Volcanoes!" His voice boomed through the speakers.

"When Rome's in ruins, we are the Lions free of the coliseums. In poison places, we are anti venom. We're the beginning of the end!" His sweet voice sang along with the muffled chants of the crowd that was gathering on the dance floor. I even found myself singing and cheering along.

"Tonight! The foxes hunt the hounds. It's all over no, before it had begun and we've already won! We are wild, we are like young volcanoes! And we are wild! Americana, exotica. Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Oh!" As those words fell from his lips I caught his eyes closing in a wink sent my direction. And for some reason I couldn't help but feel the heat rush through my cheeks as he continued.

The song finally drew to a close and everyone was on their feet cheering.

"Thank you guys so much. It's so great to sing to you guys ! And now, I have a friend of mind that's gonna join me up here on stage. He spends his nights behind the bar fixing the magic that makes all of you mother fuckers forget that you have work in the morning, give it up for Gerard!" And with that, I was out from behind the bar, my apron still hanging in the air. I jumped up the stairs and took hold of the mic stand in a rush.

"Hello all you fine lookin' people. My name is Gerard and Frankie and I will be singing a little song for ya. I hope you fuckers like Panic! at the Disco because this, is Miss Jackson!" I yelped into the microphone in my hand.

I looked over to see Frank plucking away at the strings, starting the song quickly.

"Climbing out the back door didn't leave a mark. No one knows it's you Miss Jackson. Found another victim but no one's gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson." I started, sending the people in the audience in a frenzy of fangirl-ness.

When I was in the middle of the song, just getting warmed up, I looked over to see Drew leaning against the doorway leading back to the back hallway. And he didn't look happy at all. He was staring at me so intensely it felt like it burned as I focused my thoughts back onto the crowd.

***

"Drew wants you in his office." Denis whispered to me as I walked off the stage. I nodded, knowing exactly what was coming.

I pushed my way through the crowds of people before I finally reached the doorway. With a small sigh I walked back to my boss's office.

His door was cracked open and I slowly pushed it open to be met with the back of his chair.

"Sit." was all he said as I walked in and closed the door. I complied and sat in the same chair as last night as he slowly spun around to meet me.

I just looked down, pinning my hand tightly between my knees.

"What was that?" He asked calmly...to calmly..

"I just wanted to show you something..."

"And what exactly might that have been? "

"I wanted to show you i could sing and then talk to you about maybe coming in before my shit to preform once or twice for a little extra money..."

"Why would you need extra money?"

"I was fired from my day job today."

"Well, next time you want to talk to me about something like that YOU FUCKING ASK ME INSTEAD OF PULLING A STUNT LIKE THAT!" he yelled. There's the Drew I know.

"I'm sorry.."

"I don't want you apology you little bitch! I want you to understand that I am already understaffed and with one of my bartenders prancing around on stage instead of behind the bar WHERE YOU BELONG! It makes us look even worse! You understand me?!"

"Yes sir..." I whispered.

"Good. Now get the fuck out of my office. We'll discuss this after your shift."

And with that, I was out the door and back behind the bar, my apron on, serving wasted mother fuckers once again.

Notes

Have y'all noticed I write Gerard with thoughts of those simialr to a teenage fangirl's? Like ahhhhhh what am I doing with my life? XD