On the Tour Bus
Queen or Prime minister
(Frank’s POV)
It was mine and Mark’s third date when he sang to me for the first time. We’d done three gigs, and the band was really taking off-even if all our relationships weren’t that great. Mark had been great, whenever I wanted to talk, or just fancied his company, he would drive up from his home in New Jersey to be with me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” I asked, my curiosity in this guy rising even more than it had previously been.
Mark smiled at me. I blushed. “Well, y’know, didn’t think you’d be interested, I’m pretty crap,” he laughed, and I shook my head in solid disagreement.
“No way honey,” I said, winking playfully. “God, you’re better than Gerard!” I regretted saying it instantly, G was great, however much he seemed to hate Mark.
My mouth fell as a realisation hit me. “Mark, how would you feel about joining My Chemical Romance? I mean, you don’t have to of course, but- oh! You’d be able to come with us on the tour bus! How amazing would that be?”
I was so proud of my idea; I didn’t even notice the massive grin that was plastered across my companion’s face.
“Frank, I couldn’t think of anything I would rather do than be in your band.” He hesitated. “Apart from to be with you... right now.”
I felt this foot rub against my leg meaningfully. Placing my knife and fork hurriedly down on my plate, I looked up to see him wink.
* * * * *
(Gerard’s POV)
Diary,
I have a plan. Listen carefully. This ‘Mark’ dude has been taking over Frank’s life right, and so all that has to be done is to separate them. And then Frank will realise that he doesn’t need him, and that he’s happier without him! So, following the rad success of our first tour so far, I’ve decided- let’s go somewhere else- to “make our music go worldwide,” as I’d told Mikey. Bless Mikey; he knows something’s up, however I could never tell him my true feelings towards Frank until he is mine. I’ve always wanted to go to Britain- and Ray and Mikes are up for it. So I just need the plan to go into action- time to tell Frank.
“Hey Frank,” I smiled widely, flashing the smaller man my teeth. He looked kind of shaken back, so I continued. “No Mark?”
“No,” he said, gently shaking his head and sitting down on the sofa in our tour bus. “He’s gone back to New Jersey tonight.”
“Fair enough,” I said, smiling. This was the first time me and Frank had been in conversation with each other on our own. It was nice. “I have a proposal,” I started, becoming slightly scared that my plan might not pull off.
“Oh yeah?”
“After this tour, let’s go and make our mark in other places.” I paused. “I was thinking about Britain? I’ve talked to Ray and Mikey, they’re up for it. What do you think?” Twiddling my thumbs in nervousness, I looked up to see Frank’s beaming face in front of me.
“That would be so amazing G! Britain, wow. They would so love our music, ahh- we could go see the Queen, or prime minister! Both! We could ‘drink some tea’,” he laughed, placing a stereotypical posh British accent on his tongue.
I laughed back before he started talking again. “Gerard, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve asked you and the guys first, but I was so excited that I just went ahead and asked him.”
He paused, and I sat there, confused.
“I-erm, I invited Mark into the band.”
My mouth dropped open, the plan was burning up in flames in my mind, and I could no longer breathe- let alone talk.
“F-Frank,” I stuttered out, staring at Frank like was a freak. “W-why?”
“Gerard, you should’ve heard his voice. He has the sweetest tone I have ever heard.”
Better than mine? I remembered back to the first time we met, Frank’s eyes were gleaming with sparkles the first time he heard me sing. I felt betrayed and unloved, isolated from everyone else.
“Fine, he can be in the band. But I’m leaving,” I said, before storming out of the room, and going over to the bed. Throwing the duvet over me, I felt the bed engulf me. I lay there for hours, silent tears falling down my face. When I felt myself slipping into an uneasy sleep, I felt my brother’s skinny and light frame sit on my bed, and his hand stroked my shoulder, comforting me.
“Mikes, I was about to fall asleep,” I said sleepily, opening my eyes and rubbing them roughly. I swept my bedraggled hair out of my eyes and looked at my brother. I didn’t really mind that he woke me up.
“Gerard, dude, I’m worried about you, okay? All you do is sleep, write in your diary and draw comics. And then you let everything, all your anger, passion, energy out on the stage! It’s not healthy G; you know you can talk to me if you want to. And ray, and Frank.”
Wow, I didn’t realise that my brother was quite so deep. He knew that I was gay, most people did now, but he didn’t know or understand anything that was going on in my mind right now.
“Thank you Mikes.” I smiled at him, feeling warm and proud towards my brother. “It’s just- I can’t get someone, and I really like them.”
Mikey looked down thoughtfully. “Listen, keep fighting for him. And if you’re destined to be together, you will be. Fate can be a wonderful thing G,” he said before getting up and going to his own bed. I lay there, not moving, but instead I thought. My mind was spinning uncontrollably, and I felt a sudden urge to draw.
It was mine and Mark’s third date when he sang to me for the first time. We’d done three gigs, and the band was really taking off-even if all our relationships weren’t that great. Mark had been great, whenever I wanted to talk, or just fancied his company, he would drive up from his home in New Jersey to be with me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” I asked, my curiosity in this guy rising even more than it had previously been.
Mark smiled at me. I blushed. “Well, y’know, didn’t think you’d be interested, I’m pretty crap,” he laughed, and I shook my head in solid disagreement.
“No way honey,” I said, winking playfully. “God, you’re better than Gerard!” I regretted saying it instantly, G was great, however much he seemed to hate Mark.
My mouth fell as a realisation hit me. “Mark, how would you feel about joining My Chemical Romance? I mean, you don’t have to of course, but- oh! You’d be able to come with us on the tour bus! How amazing would that be?”
I was so proud of my idea; I didn’t even notice the massive grin that was plastered across my companion’s face.
“Frank, I couldn’t think of anything I would rather do than be in your band.” He hesitated. “Apart from to be with you... right now.”
I felt this foot rub against my leg meaningfully. Placing my knife and fork hurriedly down on my plate, I looked up to see him wink.
* * * * *
(Gerard’s POV)
Diary,
I have a plan. Listen carefully. This ‘Mark’ dude has been taking over Frank’s life right, and so all that has to be done is to separate them. And then Frank will realise that he doesn’t need him, and that he’s happier without him! So, following the rad success of our first tour so far, I’ve decided- let’s go somewhere else- to “make our music go worldwide,” as I’d told Mikey. Bless Mikey; he knows something’s up, however I could never tell him my true feelings towards Frank until he is mine. I’ve always wanted to go to Britain- and Ray and Mikes are up for it. So I just need the plan to go into action- time to tell Frank.
“Hey Frank,” I smiled widely, flashing the smaller man my teeth. He looked kind of shaken back, so I continued. “No Mark?”
“No,” he said, gently shaking his head and sitting down on the sofa in our tour bus. “He’s gone back to New Jersey tonight.”
“Fair enough,” I said, smiling. This was the first time me and Frank had been in conversation with each other on our own. It was nice. “I have a proposal,” I started, becoming slightly scared that my plan might not pull off.
“Oh yeah?”
“After this tour, let’s go and make our mark in other places.” I paused. “I was thinking about Britain? I’ve talked to Ray and Mikey, they’re up for it. What do you think?” Twiddling my thumbs in nervousness, I looked up to see Frank’s beaming face in front of me.
“That would be so amazing G! Britain, wow. They would so love our music, ahh- we could go see the Queen, or prime minister! Both! We could ‘drink some tea’,” he laughed, placing a stereotypical posh British accent on his tongue.
I laughed back before he started talking again. “Gerard, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve asked you and the guys first, but I was so excited that I just went ahead and asked him.”
He paused, and I sat there, confused.
“I-erm, I invited Mark into the band.”
My mouth dropped open, the plan was burning up in flames in my mind, and I could no longer breathe- let alone talk.
“F-Frank,” I stuttered out, staring at Frank like was a freak. “W-why?”
“Gerard, you should’ve heard his voice. He has the sweetest tone I have ever heard.”
Better than mine? I remembered back to the first time we met, Frank’s eyes were gleaming with sparkles the first time he heard me sing. I felt betrayed and unloved, isolated from everyone else.
“Fine, he can be in the band. But I’m leaving,” I said, before storming out of the room, and going over to the bed. Throwing the duvet over me, I felt the bed engulf me. I lay there for hours, silent tears falling down my face. When I felt myself slipping into an uneasy sleep, I felt my brother’s skinny and light frame sit on my bed, and his hand stroked my shoulder, comforting me.
“Mikes, I was about to fall asleep,” I said sleepily, opening my eyes and rubbing them roughly. I swept my bedraggled hair out of my eyes and looked at my brother. I didn’t really mind that he woke me up.
“Gerard, dude, I’m worried about you, okay? All you do is sleep, write in your diary and draw comics. And then you let everything, all your anger, passion, energy out on the stage! It’s not healthy G; you know you can talk to me if you want to. And ray, and Frank.”
Wow, I didn’t realise that my brother was quite so deep. He knew that I was gay, most people did now, but he didn’t know or understand anything that was going on in my mind right now.
“Thank you Mikes.” I smiled at him, feeling warm and proud towards my brother. “It’s just- I can’t get someone, and I really like them.”
Mikey looked down thoughtfully. “Listen, keep fighting for him. And if you’re destined to be together, you will be. Fate can be a wonderful thing G,” he said before getting up and going to his own bed. I lay there, not moving, but instead I thought. My mind was spinning uncontrollably, and I felt a sudden urge to draw.
Not really enjoying this story line, but live and let live eh.
3/4/15