Love Is Insanity

I was quaking in my boots as i knocked on the door.
"C'mon Frank, get a grip of yourself." I said to myself, pinching at the skin on my arms.
"Come in." A hushed voice spoke. So, it was a girl? I opened the door and sat down carefully looking up at my teacher. HE met my gaze, but didn't smile, it seemed more like a frown. I mentally slapped myself for giving off a bad impression, i stare WAY too long.
"Frank Iero? Im Mr.Way, or Gerard if you prefer." He murmered, his face near to hitting the clipboard. He was studying my records carefully, his deep brown eyes glued to the sheets. His stubby light blonde hair prickling at the edges, and soft lips curving down with concentration.
"I-ero. And hello." I corrected him "Don't worry, most people get it wrong."
"It does suit you better, i must admit." He looked up from his papers, and you could see a slight glint in his eyes. "Anyway. Lets get you singing some songs so i can see what i have to work with." His voice trailed off as he moved up to sit on his desk.
"Um..oh yeah." I said
"What songs have you got prepared Frank?" His tone of voice was not stern, his tongue curling gently at my name, the pronounciation perfect.
"I wasn't really told. Or i just didn't look at the files."
"Your parents did say you were quite a scatterbrain. Don't worry, im exactly the same. Im suprised i have this job!" He chuckled. His voice was so contagious, and his smile..wow.
"Yeah." I laughed back. Quite empty for words. "I can sing Bullet With Butterfly Wings."
"Um. Yeah, sure." His breath sounded hitched. "Sorry. Go ahead."
I sucked in a deep breath of air, and began to sing, my eyes shut the whole time
The world is a vampire, sent to drain
Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames
And what do I get, for my pain?
Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game
I looked at my teacher, both of his feet were tapping against the desks legs.
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job
As i hit the chorus the boys head is bobbing now, and i swear he must of thought the sounds of my voice was good.
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Now I'm naked, nothing but an animal
But can you fake it, for just one more show?
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, when you feel the same?
Even though I know - I suppose I'll show
All my cool and cold - like old job
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
I pause at the instrumental breaking into a head bob and jiggling around the room, and i hear Gerard giggle ecstaticly as i spin around at his feet. After that i continue, and slowly hear his voice start to hum and sing the lines with me.
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son, yeah.
Tell me I'm the chosen one
Jesus was the only son for you
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a-
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Tell me I'm the only one
Tell me there's no other one
Jesus was the only son for you
And I still believe that I cannot be saved.
My voice softened as i repeated the lines four times, listening to my teachers voice steadily drift off aswell.
"Sorry. That song is one of my favourites." He looked down creases of blush at his cheekbones.
"Great voice by the way, there are only slight faults there. Im glad to be working with a talented singer anyway."
"Well..thanks. Everyone always said..." My face felt flushed and my eyes were become less dryer by the second.
"Are you alright?" Gerard stepped forward into my view, his eyebrows were arched in concern.
"Yeah. Just people, but i've realised that you can't let that shit get to you. I guess my mum wanted to show me i could sing by taking me here." I wiped the tears from my lips and gave a breathy laugh.
"Your a born musician i can tell." I felt him smile into my shoulder as he pulled me in for a deep-felt hug. I sniffed into his neck, taking in the strong scent of coffee and charred cigerettes. No one had ever hugged me before, or even cared.
"Bring your guitar next time buddy. Your parents told me about you and that prized possesion." He patted my shoulder and opened up the door for me. His smile was calm, clear and deeply- meaningful.
"I will, and thank them for making me so embarrassed." And with that line i stepped back onto the harsh streets and into my battered car. My face was red, from embarrassment, and how friendly he was. Surely it couldn't be a attraction.
Could it?

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