But little did I know...

Iero, Frank.
OHMYFUCKINGGOSH I can't believe it! B.A. in music, here we go!
I decided to call Mikey to tell him the good news.
"Hello?"
"Mikey, guess what"
"You won those tickets to the Dashboard Confessional show?"
"Nope, something else"
"You sound really happy, it must be something amazing"
"It is! I was accepted in college! Highest score!"
"Really? Frank, I'm so proud of you! Let's go and celebrate! Wanna go to McDonald's?"
"Mikey, I'm vegetarian, remember?"
Mikey laughed. "I know. I was kidding. Wanna go to Warped Tour? I know it's 40 miles from here and stuff, but Gee can take us there."
I smiled when I heard the last phrase. "Sure."
Time kind of blurred or slipped away and suddenly I was sitting on the back seat of an old blue Mustang with Mikey. Gerard was driving. We were on the road, eating chips and laughing.
"Sorry if this was a last-minute plan. I'm not sure if it was, but it was to me, ya know, it was Mikey's idea", I said, pointing at Mikey as I said the last phrase.
Gerard looked at me through the mirror. "Don't worry, Frank. I do love Warped Tour. I played there a few years ago."
I was drinking soda and I almost spit it when he said that. "You did what?"
"I played. I played at Warped Tour with my band. Not on Main Stage, but who cares. It was great, something I'll never forget", he said, matter-of-factly.
"You have a band? Awesome!"
"I used to. Now we're on hiatus or something like that. Meanwhile, I continued my studies. You know, I had to drop off college for a while because of touring."
"So you're studying? Where?"
"Monclair State University"
Mikey grinned. I was gonna grin too, but I didn't, or at least I tried not to.
"Didn't I mention Frank is gonna start his undergraduate studies at Monclair State University?", Mikey said, making emphasis on each word. He normally likes to talk fast, but for a weird reason he didn't this time.
Uncomfortable silence again... but five seconds later...
"Words don't seem to come so easy, when I need them oh so badly, here's to playing tug of war with my vocal cords..."
Gerard's cell phone started ringing.
"Aren't you gonna answer?", I asked.
"Of course not, I'm driving", Gerard replied.
"Oh, right. But you can at least reject the call or something like that."
"No, I like the song."
He started singing it. His voice was so familiar to me. Wait, Gerard, had a band, he sings, New Jersey, that voice...

Notes

I didn't expect to write this chapter, at least not today, but here it is. Hope you like it, tell me what you think :)