Unpublished
A hobo and a business man
Jamia’s POV
Ever since the night on the dock Frank became close, we hung out so much more, spending so much more time together. I had been worried about him leaving me, but this, it changed everything. I had no worried about Frank leaving. Sure, he had drifted, but now, he was back and our bond tighter than ever.
The boys were so excited, they had their first gig tonight, it was in the basement of a downtown bar.
It was 3 o’clock, the show started at seven and Frank and I sat on the couch watching TV in Gerard’s basement. Mikey was upstairs, Gerard getting ready, and I was pretty sure Ray had to pick up his guitar from his brother or something. I intertwined my fingers with his as he held me close to him with his arm around my shoulder. He put his fingers to my chin directing my face toward his own. “I love you,” Frank whispered as he smiled lips only centimeters from mine.
“I love you, t-” Frank interrupted me connecting his lips with mine. I wanted to know how life could get any better, but it was impossible.
Lyn-z POV
Ever sicne Gerard went to Manhattan he’s been different, constantly distracted, he always wanted to be practicing his music, it was a lot for me to handle, I missed him.
Gerard and I had been together for four months, of course I wouldn’t just let it end like that, we’d get through it and everything would be ok again.
Gerard’s POV
When Frank told me to leave him alone, he wasn’t kidding. Today was our first show, and even then, Frank didn’t want to talk to me. The only time Frank did, was at practice. I really missed him.
It was going to be ok, we’d get through it all right?
Frank’s POV
Tonight was our first show, and it was time to get ready. Gerard and I bothe had our costumes in the little house. I had hoped he’d be late or I would get in and out of there before he even showed up. But to my disappointment, Gerard was there as I walked in the door, sitting on the bed. He’d already changed, yet he was still there.
“Um, hi?” My tone was questioning.
“I came to get my costume,” Gerard stood, he wore a black shirt with a black tie, it was already rather wrinkled.
“And you are still here why?” I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Avoiding Gerard had done me good, things were better for me, but why did it seem I wouldn’t be able to keep it up?
“I wanted to talk to you is all,” he muttered.
“Then what is it?” I asked letting my irritation show.
“What’s wrong with you? What happened to my sweet little Frankie? You’re always mad at me, you never want to be around me anymore, Frankenstein, I miss you,” His voice quivered. “All I want is you back as my friend.”
He was right, I had been mad at him, but it wasn’t his fault, it was my own, that’s why I had been avoiding him. It wasn’t because he did something wrong, or because I was actually bad at him, but myself. I was sick of the temptation, I was mad at myself for giving in to that temptation. I didn’t want to hurt Jamia, or Gerard, but by not hurting Jamia, I hurt Gee, merely by not hanging around him. If I try not to hurt either of them, I risk giving into temptation, and hurting Jamia. I crushed between a rock and a hard place. It may have been the wrong decisions, but I explained just that to him. “Don’t you understand?! Being in the band is risk enough!”
“Ok, that’s cool, I understand,” Gee stood with a straight face, he was obviously hurt.
I watched him leave, wait!” I ran out the door, “Gerard!”
“Go get dressed the fuck your girlfriend,” he stated as he went around the corner.
Gerard’s POV
Frank was avoiding me because he didn’t want to cheat on his girlfriend, even though he already did. Besides, we were friends before all of this shit; he was fun to be around, now I never see him. If he can’t stand being in the same room as me because I’m too damn sexy, he either needs to break up with Jamie, because she obviously isn’t enough, or learn some self control.
I realize Frank was doing this to not hurt Jamia, but it was hurting me, didn’t that matter too? I know what I said to him as I walked out was little harsh, but still, I was upset, I have just as much feeling as Jamia.
I was ready for the show; I popped three pills, then washed ‘em down with a beer. They took the edge off, we were backstage, which really wasn’t a stage at all; Frank hadn’t shown up yet, great. If he was just going to now show, I was going to be pissed. When Frank finally showed up, he was drunk as hell, but we all were so I guess it didn’t matter much. It was March of 2002 and we had been working our asses off to get here. We had all the songs engraved into our muscles, so the degree of our consciousness, didn’t matter much.
We went on stage; I had forgotten where we were performing, “hello…” I searched the room for a clue, “Basement of a little tiny bar in New Jersey!” The room exploded, sure it was only like, four people, a homeless guy, and some guy in a suit, probably a signing agent, but what did it matter? They liked it.
We played our hearts out, it was the beginning of a dream, byt the time we were done, my once messy hair, was now disgusting and sticking to my face. I put the mic up and supported myself on it as I looked back at everyone. You could tell by the look on their faces, we were all impressed.
As we walked off the stage, both the grungy man , and the suited man approached us, it was quite the scene.
“Hey, I’ve got a tape for ya,” the homeless man whispered, “I think you’ll like it, ten bucks!”
“I sure hope we would like our own music,” Mikey chuckled. We all looked back to him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Dude, Mikey said, “He rigged our show, and is trying to sell us the tape,” he thugged me on the back of the head as if to say, ‘no shit Sherlock.’ “His mic is over there,” Mikey pointed like it was now big deal, which I guess it wasn’t.
By the look on the man’s face Mikey was right, Mikey was almost always observant of all his surroundings. He noticed things no one else cared about, and most of the time, it paid off.
“Um, no, we’re good,” Frank pushed passed the man, just to be stopped by the suited man. Frank bumped into him, his face being met by his chest. Frank looked up, the man wasn’t that tall, and Frank was only super short.
“Hi, could I talk to you all for just a moment?” he smiled, “Why don’t we all go get some coffee or something?”
We knew what he wanted, he wanted to offer us a signing, none of us were really ready for that, but I wanted coffee.
“Sure,” I smiled, “I could feel everyone’s gaze in the back of my head. Not only did I know what he wanted but so did everyone else.
I could hear Ray’s whisper to Mikey, “What’s he doing, doesn’t he know we aren’t ready to sign!”
“Ray, calm down,” Mikey chuckled as he whispered back, “he just wants the coffee.”
Frank’s POV
As Gerard left, I was ultimately torn, between the life I wanted, and the one I already knew and loved. I wasn’t going to make up my mind now, I couldn’t.
I took a beer from the fridge and I chugged it down, then another, and another, before I knew it, the fridge was empty.
I could feel the buzz build up as I sat against the wall. “Shit,” I whispered I got up awkwardly as I talked myself through getting ready for the show. I knew the guys were going to kill me for doing this, who wants their rhythm guitar player fucked drunk for the first show? I drank some water in hope to counteract the booze, at least a little. It helped, but only slightly. I was focused enough to get myself to and through the show.
When I walked in, I wasn’t the only one who had a drink or two. I had a feeling none of us will remember much of this.
Afterwards, the hobo, who tried to sell us our own tape, left. Then, we were confronted by some phony business man. We all knew he wanted us to sign, but were we ready for that? Jersey was going through such a signing Frenzy, and it was disgusting. All it was was just a bunch of unique interesting bands being turned into a completely different, boring, unoriginal, brainwashed, band. We didn’t want that to happen to us. That’s even easier to do when you don’t know what your sound is yet. We had a message, a purpose, and we weren’t going to lose it in all of this. We were just a group of guys who are just as fucked up as you are, but we can get through it. Everyone’s at home here.
The wrong record company would make us lose that, we couldn’t let that happen. When Gerard accepted the man’s offer of coffee, I was shocked, but Mikey was right, all he wanted was the coffee, nothing more, nothing less..
Ever since the night on the dock Frank became close, we hung out so much more, spending so much more time together. I had been worried about him leaving me, but this, it changed everything. I had no worried about Frank leaving. Sure, he had drifted, but now, he was back and our bond tighter than ever.
The boys were so excited, they had their first gig tonight, it was in the basement of a downtown bar.
It was 3 o’clock, the show started at seven and Frank and I sat on the couch watching TV in Gerard’s basement. Mikey was upstairs, Gerard getting ready, and I was pretty sure Ray had to pick up his guitar from his brother or something. I intertwined my fingers with his as he held me close to him with his arm around my shoulder. He put his fingers to my chin directing my face toward his own. “I love you,” Frank whispered as he smiled lips only centimeters from mine.
“I love you, t-” Frank interrupted me connecting his lips with mine. I wanted to know how life could get any better, but it was impossible.
Lyn-z POV
Ever sicne Gerard went to Manhattan he’s been different, constantly distracted, he always wanted to be practicing his music, it was a lot for me to handle, I missed him.
Gerard and I had been together for four months, of course I wouldn’t just let it end like that, we’d get through it and everything would be ok again.
Gerard’s POV
When Frank told me to leave him alone, he wasn’t kidding. Today was our first show, and even then, Frank didn’t want to talk to me. The only time Frank did, was at practice. I really missed him.
It was going to be ok, we’d get through it all right?
Frank’s POV
Tonight was our first show, and it was time to get ready. Gerard and I bothe had our costumes in the little house. I had hoped he’d be late or I would get in and out of there before he even showed up. But to my disappointment, Gerard was there as I walked in the door, sitting on the bed. He’d already changed, yet he was still there.
“Um, hi?” My tone was questioning.
“I came to get my costume,” Gerard stood, he wore a black shirt with a black tie, it was already rather wrinkled.
“And you are still here why?” I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Avoiding Gerard had done me good, things were better for me, but why did it seem I wouldn’t be able to keep it up?
“I wanted to talk to you is all,” he muttered.
“Then what is it?” I asked letting my irritation show.
“What’s wrong with you? What happened to my sweet little Frankie? You’re always mad at me, you never want to be around me anymore, Frankenstein, I miss you,” His voice quivered. “All I want is you back as my friend.”
He was right, I had been mad at him, but it wasn’t his fault, it was my own, that’s why I had been avoiding him. It wasn’t because he did something wrong, or because I was actually bad at him, but myself. I was sick of the temptation, I was mad at myself for giving in to that temptation. I didn’t want to hurt Jamia, or Gerard, but by not hurting Jamia, I hurt Gee, merely by not hanging around him. If I try not to hurt either of them, I risk giving into temptation, and hurting Jamia. I crushed between a rock and a hard place. It may have been the wrong decisions, but I explained just that to him. “Don’t you understand?! Being in the band is risk enough!”
“Ok, that’s cool, I understand,” Gee stood with a straight face, he was obviously hurt.
I watched him leave, wait!” I ran out the door, “Gerard!”
“Go get dressed the fuck your girlfriend,” he stated as he went around the corner.
Gerard’s POV
Frank was avoiding me because he didn’t want to cheat on his girlfriend, even though he already did. Besides, we were friends before all of this shit; he was fun to be around, now I never see him. If he can’t stand being in the same room as me because I’m too damn sexy, he either needs to break up with Jamie, because she obviously isn’t enough, or learn some self control.
I realize Frank was doing this to not hurt Jamia, but it was hurting me, didn’t that matter too? I know what I said to him as I walked out was little harsh, but still, I was upset, I have just as much feeling as Jamia.
I was ready for the show; I popped three pills, then washed ‘em down with a beer. They took the edge off, we were backstage, which really wasn’t a stage at all; Frank hadn’t shown up yet, great. If he was just going to now show, I was going to be pissed. When Frank finally showed up, he was drunk as hell, but we all were so I guess it didn’t matter much. It was March of 2002 and we had been working our asses off to get here. We had all the songs engraved into our muscles, so the degree of our consciousness, didn’t matter much.
We went on stage; I had forgotten where we were performing, “hello…” I searched the room for a clue, “Basement of a little tiny bar in New Jersey!” The room exploded, sure it was only like, four people, a homeless guy, and some guy in a suit, probably a signing agent, but what did it matter? They liked it.
We played our hearts out, it was the beginning of a dream, byt the time we were done, my once messy hair, was now disgusting and sticking to my face. I put the mic up and supported myself on it as I looked back at everyone. You could tell by the look on their faces, we were all impressed.
As we walked off the stage, both the grungy man , and the suited man approached us, it was quite the scene.
“Hey, I’ve got a tape for ya,” the homeless man whispered, “I think you’ll like it, ten bucks!”
“I sure hope we would like our own music,” Mikey chuckled. We all looked back to him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Dude, Mikey said, “He rigged our show, and is trying to sell us the tape,” he thugged me on the back of the head as if to say, ‘no shit Sherlock.’ “His mic is over there,” Mikey pointed like it was now big deal, which I guess it wasn’t.
By the look on the man’s face Mikey was right, Mikey was almost always observant of all his surroundings. He noticed things no one else cared about, and most of the time, it paid off.
“Um, no, we’re good,” Frank pushed passed the man, just to be stopped by the suited man. Frank bumped into him, his face being met by his chest. Frank looked up, the man wasn’t that tall, and Frank was only super short.
“Hi, could I talk to you all for just a moment?” he smiled, “Why don’t we all go get some coffee or something?”
We knew what he wanted, he wanted to offer us a signing, none of us were really ready for that, but I wanted coffee.
“Sure,” I smiled, “I could feel everyone’s gaze in the back of my head. Not only did I know what he wanted but so did everyone else.
I could hear Ray’s whisper to Mikey, “What’s he doing, doesn’t he know we aren’t ready to sign!”
“Ray, calm down,” Mikey chuckled as he whispered back, “he just wants the coffee.”
Frank’s POV
As Gerard left, I was ultimately torn, between the life I wanted, and the one I already knew and loved. I wasn’t going to make up my mind now, I couldn’t.
I took a beer from the fridge and I chugged it down, then another, and another, before I knew it, the fridge was empty.
I could feel the buzz build up as I sat against the wall. “Shit,” I whispered I got up awkwardly as I talked myself through getting ready for the show. I knew the guys were going to kill me for doing this, who wants their rhythm guitar player fucked drunk for the first show? I drank some water in hope to counteract the booze, at least a little. It helped, but only slightly. I was focused enough to get myself to and through the show.
When I walked in, I wasn’t the only one who had a drink or two. I had a feeling none of us will remember much of this.
Afterwards, the hobo, who tried to sell us our own tape, left. Then, we were confronted by some phony business man. We all knew he wanted us to sign, but were we ready for that? Jersey was going through such a signing Frenzy, and it was disgusting. All it was was just a bunch of unique interesting bands being turned into a completely different, boring, unoriginal, brainwashed, band. We didn’t want that to happen to us. That’s even easier to do when you don’t know what your sound is yet. We had a message, a purpose, and we weren’t going to lose it in all of this. We were just a group of guys who are just as fucked up as you are, but we can get through it. Everyone’s at home here.
The wrong record company would make us lose that, we couldn’t let that happen. When Gerard accepted the man’s offer of coffee, I was shocked, but Mikey was right, all he wanted was the coffee, nothing more, nothing less..
I love how you added real interviews, and real events, and dates,
and ugh, I just fucking love this so fucking much,
I spent my whole day reading this.
You made it sound like it is in fact what happened, if not somewhat close to what actually happen.
---sorry for the weridness, I just freaking love this.
6/25/13