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Gee stumbled into the room, the heavy sent of liquor radiating off of him. He passed out onto the couch throwing his arm across his eyes. He pulled his boots off with his toes, tossing a bottle of empty booze onto the floor.

"Bring me my phone bear. Well you know what? No. Call Iero and tell him that I'll be late for the show. I need to sober up a bit."

Irritated and upset beyond belief I snatched Gee's phone from the counter and pressed the password in. My eyes scanned the screen, seeing Iero in bold lettering. Calling him I took a deep breath before hearing;

"Where the hell are you?!"
"Gerard has asked me to tell you that he's too fucking drunk to perform tonight. If you need to contact him further, you can call him at this number, but don't expect him to pick up first ring."

I tossed the phone at Gee who was quick to toss it back.

"I'm not to drunk to perform." He stated.
"Shut up."

J.C is ready to see what being a rockstar is really about, so she teams up with old friend Frank as his small town band hits the road. Gerard however sees her as something more then a girl, as an assitant. Forced to deal with his drunken antics J.C must decide what is the most important to her. Becoming the reporter she's always dreamed of being or having a chance at true love.

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This seems very rad so far. c: