Gerard’s POV
No one knew Mikey played bass but me, he also was a beast at making band names, he had come up with one he couldn’t tell me because it was that good. He was worried someone unworthy would steel it.
“Miiiiiiikey,” I rocked on my toes, “Will you come down stairs for just a moment?”
“Ummmmmm why?” he looked at me like I was crazy.
“Could you just not question me for two seconds?”
“Nope….” Mikey sighed, “That would make me a horrible little brother,” He followed me down into the basement.
“Ok, so I have something to show you, brace yourself because you may just jizz in your pants,” I backed into the door exposing the drums, the guitars and the microphones, all in place. Along with the instruments there were also owners standing behind each. The only lone instruments were the mic in front and the bass in back. “Mikey, my dearest, perfect brother, we will be forever in your debt if you just take the moment to play a song with us.”

Gerard,” Mikey began, “I haven’t played in years.”
“Shhhhhh,” I lowered my head and put my finger to his lips again, “don’t speak, just play.”
“Fine,” Mikey made his way to the stand, with music already prepared. It was perfect. As I sung the lyrics, you knew you just knew from the first note this was it, this band would make it big.
“So,” I gasped for breath, as we finished, “whatcha think,” I turned around to face my younger brother.
“I’, going to need time to think,” Mikey left the bass leaning against the amp and ran upstairs. Knowing Mikey’s personality; he was probably intimidated by the potential and the unknown of it all.

Mikey’s POV
I ran upstairs leaving the bass behind. I had my life, the way things worked were set in stone, and Gerard had fucked with that system enough. What was going to happen if we put a band into that mix? You could tell purely by the sound of the music, the energy when we played together, we would be able to pull it off. The name I had been keeping from him was My Chemical Romance. The degree to which it fit was terrifying. It was perfect, and it was just what they needed. I had wanted to do this my whole life, play live in front of a full venue, and preferably house of blues. But the thought of accomplishing my dreams was terrifying. I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling where my poster of Anthrax, what was I going to do? Lay here and wait for something interesting to happen in my life? Or get up make a move, and make myself worth something? Now was the time to decide and the opportunity wasn’t going to wait. I exploded off my bed and walked downstairs with sense of urgency.
I could hear the chatter of the group in the basement. I paused at the bottom of the stairs with my hand on the door knob, I took a deep breathe as I walked in, “I’ll do it.”
The room cheered in unison. After long discussion of what was happening, Gerard asked, “So what’s the name, Mikey?”
“My Chemical Romance.”

Notes

Woot woot! mikey's in the band! :D
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