Welcome to the Black Parade

On top of the float stood four men, each playing an instrument. The singer had short blonde hair and he was clutching the microphone stand which both hands as he sung “when I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band”. I looked past the float and realized they were being followed by thousands of people, each seeming to sing with him. The huge group stopped. I glanced to the left as I took a few more steps and when I returned my focus to the group, they had disappeared. Instead of the huge parade float and the masses of people following it, stood a girl with her back to me. It looked as if she had a ball gown on which at one point could have looked perfect but now it was ripped and torn in places. Her thick light gray, curly hair swung slightly as she turned to look at me. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, realizing I hadn’t showered or shaved in a while. Her delicate face turned into a gentle smile. She took a step towards me and held her hand out. She was as cold as I slid my hand into hers. She pulled me closer and pushed the hair from my forehead as she kissed it. I imagined the kiss to be warm and comforting but instead I was met with cold lips. When I looked up from her face, the float was back in front of us. She pulled me the gothic-looking float and the blonde singer got down of it. He kissed her cheek and pulled something out of this pocket as the huge crowd of people began to surround us.

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