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Unpublished

The Begining

Gerard’s POV
Another day of work is all it was at the time, I rolled out of bed. I worded part time as a comic book artist for Cartoon Network. I had given them plenty of ideas that I thought were amazing, but I came to find they didn’t agree.
I skipped breakfast and pulled on my jacket as I was out the door. From what it seemed like, it was going to be a good day; you can’t always believe the skies.
I bough my ticket for the ferry then found my place in my normal spot at the front of the ship. As I looked across the water to lower Manhattan, I could see the two lone standing towers. The tallest buildings ever built in all of history. The buildings were strong, confident, representing the strength and beauty in the county they stood for.
Out of no where, like the crack of a shotgun in the middle of a quite forest, a passenger plane flew into the north tower a good three fourths of the way up. Time stopped, I could hear the screams of the people around me. I was speechless. It was a dream right? It had to be, who in their right mind would do something like that? Were the passengers on the plane?
Within moments, people were jumping, trying to scale the outside wall, only to find themselves hitting the pavement. The building was in flames. I may have been a slacker in school, and still was, but I knew, the building support was in the core with that taken out, the building would not stand.
As people fell the far ground below, and black smoke billowed into the sky, the ferry turned around. No matter how much I wanted to, I could not avert my eyes. I could hear people calling their families, women, me, children, crying. Me, I stood and watched, purely in shock. I grew dizzy, and forced myself to sit down. That’s when it hit me, what the hell was I doing with my life? Yes I had artistic talent, but I was slaving away drawing for people who don’t even like my work. And let’s be honest, who was I affecting? Whose life was I changing for the better? Who the hell would benefit from my stupid ass drawings on a children’s channel? When things like this were happening in the world, why would I waste a life of opportunities doing something so selfish, why couldn’t I do something that I liked, that helped others? When I got home that night, I needed a moment to vent, to express. I picked up my pencil to draw, but I found words rather than images. Thus, Skylines and Turnstiles was born.
When I looked at what I had created I found it was something monumental. It was a source of therapy for myself and still is. Could I turn Skylines and Turnstiles into something more? Could this be my moment?
It was decided, I pulled out my cell phone with a sense of urgency, “Bob?” I sighed, “I need you at my place I’ve got a project for you.”
Bob, obviously interested, arrived at my house twenty minutes later. Bob was the quiet one in the group. He was a good guy though. He was a DJ part time, but probably the best in the business.
I showed him the lyrics, he was convinced, “We could work with this,” he nodded rubbing his buzz cut head.
“Do you think we should call Ray?” I asked. If we really wanted to pull something together we’d need more than just the two of us.
“I’m pretty sure he’s playing drums in another band.”
“What?!” I was shocked Ray was the best guitar play I knew, and I had met a lot at that point, and for him to just throw that away really bummed me out. “It doesn’t hurt to give him a call right?”
“I guess,” Bob shrugged as he experimented with beats on his drum set.
I pulled out my cell and dialed Ray’s number.
“Hello?” he answered groggily.
“Sorry if I woke you, but Bob and I need your help. Can you be at my house as soon as possible?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes max,” He was right, Ray was on my doorstep in thirteen minutes.
“Ok, so, I’ve got something to show you,” I pulled out the lyrics and sang what I had for Ray. Afterwards, Bob gave him a gist of what we had figured out for the drum beat. Before we knew it by the end of our weekend we had written a single, Skylines and Turnstiles.
“So you’re playing drums? Really?” I said.
“Well I’ve always wanted to play drums, turns out, I suck.” Ray said, “Inface I was planning on quitting.”
“You know you could always join us if you wanted,” I smiled slightly.
“Chances are, I probably will.”
“Alright, I’ve got the machine set up, we can record the demo,” Bob said finishing a few things on the computer.
We recorded our demo that night. Ray gave it to Frank on Monday, I gave it to Mikey as soon as we were done.
“Mikey,” I shouted, “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey,” I repeated all the way to his room, “Mikey!” I shouted as I through open the door.
“What?!” Mikey was irritated.
“You have to listen to this,” I put the CD into his radio.
“Gerard, c’mon man I’m busy,” Mikey stood trying to usher me out the door.
“Sh- shhhhhh….” I hushed him put my finger to his lips as I hung my head in a dramatic stance, you could tell just by his energy he was confused, he had never seen me so happy, “Don’t speak, just listen.” I pressed play and left the room in a mock serious fashion. I couldn’t wait to hear his thoughts.

Mikey’s POV
Gerard left my room, He came in and out like a boomerang. As usual, he left me questioning his sanity, even though it was clinically proven Gerard, infact, was not mentally stable.
So I did what Gerard said, I knoew what your thinking, why would anyone do that? But I took the moment to listen to the recording. The intro was the guitar and drums, then came in Gerard, singing. Gerard hadn’t sung like that since a play in elementary school. His voice made leaps and bounds, it was beautiful. Damn they had it, I didn’t know what they were going to do with it, but if they didn’t make it big I’d be thoroughly shocked.

Frank’s POV
Ray gave me this CD he, Gerard, and Bob had made. I didn’t get to listen to it until my band and I were going to our show that night. I was screaming for Leather mouth at the time that was the CD that ended up being our pump up song to and from shows. All it was, was an attic demo, completely out of tune, off beat, out of key, but when someone has it figured out, you can hear it. You can hear what it’s supposed to sound like underneath it all you can hear it all put together. It was exciting, and beautiful.
After only a few weeks, Leather mouth broke up, Ray said they were looking for another guitar player, I was there. I cam to the next practice, I was apart of the band. Gerard may have been avoiding me, but with me in the band it would only make his job more difficult.

Notes

I laughed out loud while writing this. It wasn't deserving of the laughter. But hell, i did it anyway.

COMMENT :O

Comments

I fucking love this so fucking much.
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.
MsCorrupterSOH MsCorrupterSOH
6/25/13
I just used up my entire day to read this entire story because its just so awesome :D
I really wish you could make a sequel (or maybe a short-story/epilogue type of thing?) I would love to see what happened with Lynz and Jamia. Oh, and also, I didn't get the ending. Are Gee and Frank together or not? Did they even get back together after trying to rebuild their friendship? Amazing story, I really loved the ending~
-xoxo Dani
@Hollow Point Smile
Thank you so much :3
jkjames jkjames
10/29/12
@jkjames

Haha :3 no worries! I love me some good mcr fics and this one is deffinaltey up there ^.^
@Hollow Point Smile
WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW.
that was so fast. thank you so much! So many people are commenting that they like it and it's making me wanna leap off the computer and go hide away in my room and write. Thank you so much. I really hope I don't disapoint you and i really hope you keep reading! I'd love to hear more feedback from all these undercover fans! thank you so much.


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jkjames jkjames
10/29/12