Unpublished
Dawn of the dead mic
Capter 24
Frank’s POV
I did as Gerard asked, I let him be, I gave him his space, I would let him do what he wanted, and let him come to me when he was ready. It was during a show, sometime in April, I think, I don’t know what the date was, I had completely lost track. You could see the smile on Gerard’s face. The weird thing was, Lyn-z and Jamia were back. Lyn-z and Jamia had been to every single show since we started touring, except for the ones in the past month. I’m assuming it was because of the whore’s increase in size, at least no one told me otherwise.
On stage, we had something called the dead mic; everyone could hear what was said into it, except for the crowd. So if we needed more of something in our monitors, we could say so in the mic, and you would get it.
Ray’s pretty sure I don’t know what it’s for, there was this one time where I said I saw McGaliger in the crowd. Now, if you’re not familiar with who that is, he’s a comedian known for smashing large fruit with a large hammer. So when our gullible friend, Ray, was looking for him in the crowd, I snuck around and stole his beer he kept on stage. Then I did it again, but using Criss Angel instead. Sure enough, fooled him, and I had myself another beer. So Ray is pretty sure I only sue it for pranking purposes, and steeling his alcoholic beverages.
I will say, there was this one time, where I asked for more snare in my monitor, and I got it, magically, it just appeared out of no where.
During the show, I was walking around, dancing, rocking out, as always. I really was minding my own business. I really was minding my own business, when I went back to my position. The sound of Gerard’s voice was distracting, but it also sounded distracted. When I looked to him to see what was going on, Gee stopped singing completely. Just as I could take in the situation, his face was colliding with mine, just like the music, we were playing before, the kiss we now shared was in rhythm, and beat, fallowing the sound of our band mates as a lead, setting our pace. It was like time stopped, the sound was gone, and the only people there, was gee and I.
It felt right, even with all the commotion around us, it was soft, passionate, slow, and beautiful. TO my disappointment, the chorus, that only Ray, Bob, and Mikey played was about to come to an end. Gerard was about to be called to duty.
He pulled away, and I was severely disappointed, but I knew my guitar should probably be played for ray’s sake. I made my way to the dead mic, “does that mean I’m done waiting?”
The last not rung through the crowd, “yes, yes it does.”
Frank’s POV
I did as Gerard asked, I let him be, I gave him his space, I would let him do what he wanted, and let him come to me when he was ready. It was during a show, sometime in April, I think, I don’t know what the date was, I had completely lost track. You could see the smile on Gerard’s face. The weird thing was, Lyn-z and Jamia were back. Lyn-z and Jamia had been to every single show since we started touring, except for the ones in the past month. I’m assuming it was because of the whore’s increase in size, at least no one told me otherwise.
On stage, we had something called the dead mic; everyone could hear what was said into it, except for the crowd. So if we needed more of something in our monitors, we could say so in the mic, and you would get it.
Ray’s pretty sure I don’t know what it’s for, there was this one time where I said I saw McGaliger in the crowd. Now, if you’re not familiar with who that is, he’s a comedian known for smashing large fruit with a large hammer. So when our gullible friend, Ray, was looking for him in the crowd, I snuck around and stole his beer he kept on stage. Then I did it again, but using Criss Angel instead. Sure enough, fooled him, and I had myself another beer. So Ray is pretty sure I only sue it for pranking purposes, and steeling his alcoholic beverages.
I will say, there was this one time, where I asked for more snare in my monitor, and I got it, magically, it just appeared out of no where.
During the show, I was walking around, dancing, rocking out, as always. I really was minding my own business. I really was minding my own business, when I went back to my position. The sound of Gerard’s voice was distracting, but it also sounded distracted. When I looked to him to see what was going on, Gee stopped singing completely. Just as I could take in the situation, his face was colliding with mine, just like the music, we were playing before, the kiss we now shared was in rhythm, and beat, fallowing the sound of our band mates as a lead, setting our pace. It was like time stopped, the sound was gone, and the only people there, was gee and I.
It felt right, even with all the commotion around us, it was soft, passionate, slow, and beautiful. TO my disappointment, the chorus, that only Ray, Bob, and Mikey played was about to come to an end. Gerard was about to be called to duty.
He pulled away, and I was severely disappointed, but I knew my guitar should probably be played for ray’s sake. I made my way to the dead mic, “does that mean I’m done waiting?”
The last not rung through the crowd, “yes, yes it does.”
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