Drinking By The Mausoleum Door

Gerard's P.O.V

The rest of the meal went well. Mysty pretended like nothing happened. Afterwards I took Mysty's hand and led her out of the restaurant and down to the beach. It was deserted by now. Probably because it was dark out. Mysty grabbed my arm to steady herself as she removed her shoes. She straightened up, with her shoes dangling from one hand, and grabs my hand again.
"It's been a great night." She smiles up at me. "Thank you."
"Every night can be like this." I said as I pulled her into my side and put my arm around her shoulders.
She stops walking and turned to look at me. "I know you love singing."
I frown. "And?"
"Bob plays drums. Ray plays lead guitar. Frank plays rhythm guitar. Mikey plays bass."
"What are you getting at?" She's not trying to get me to start a band is she?
She sighs. "I know your all great with it." She stated. "I know a guy called Brian Schechter who would be willing to manage you. If I ask him. I'll have to agree to buy him coffee all through your performance with him. But it'll be worth it."
I shook my head in confusion. "How long have you been thinking about this?" I asked.
"A while now." She smiled. "What do you think?"
Start a band? It sounds good. Mikey would be up for it. Ray probably would too. Bob would do it for something to do. As for Frank, he's obsessed with his guitar that he calls Pansy. So I think he'd be in. "I think it's a great idea." I grinned. "Maybe we could use the band to send out messages. Ya know to not use drugs. Don't self harm. Everyone is worth it. That sort of thing." I pull her into my arms and kiss her.
She pulls away and leads me further onto the beach. She stopped in an area that was completely secluded. She sat down on the sand and dragged me down with her. I leaned against a large rock and she sat between my legs, her back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her head. We stayed like that, in silence as we watched the waves lapping against the rocks.

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Nine Days Later. At Home.

I smiled as Ray frowned at me. "What's so important that you can't tell us how the honeymoon went?" He asked.
"Wait till Mysty gets in." I said, grinning.
The front door opened and Mysty walked in with a dark haired guy. She headed straight for me and sat in my lap. She kissed my lips, briefly as I wrapped my arms around her. Then she guestured for the guy to sit down. She looked at Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank in turn.
"This is Brian Schechter." She said as she guestured to the guy. "Brian is a good friend of mine. He is here to listen to a new band."
Frank looked interested. "Oh?" He said, excitedly. "What are they called?"
Mysty smiled. "They don't have a name yet."
"Who are they?" Mikey asked.
"Their names are Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Mikey Way and Gerard Way."
I laughed at the shocked looks on their faces. "What do you think guy's?" I asked. "You in?"
"I'd follow you anywhere." Mikey smiled. "I'm in."
Bob whooped. "Fuck yeah." He hollered. "I'm definitely in."
"No way am I saying no." Ray added. "I'm in, too."
Frank grinned. "A chance to play pansy infront of people?" He muttered. "No way am I getting left out. I'm so in."
Brian smiled. "Marty says you guys are great as individuals." He started. "But she believes as a band you'd be great. I have a studio for you to practice in. Marty has the address. Be there in the morning at eight. When you have a few songs you can perform, I'll help you take the next step. Marty knows the wife of eyeball records owner. So she'll help as much as she can. Meanwhile I'm going to look into merchandise and places you can perform. We'll start local to test the waters. If your as good as Marty believes you are, your gonna go far. I'd like to be your manager. If that's okay by all of you?"
Everyone smiled and agreed. We have a manager but no name.
"What about a name?" I asked.
"I was reading a book earlier." Mikey pointed out. "It was called Ecstacy: Three Tales Of Chemical Romance by Irvine Welsh. Maybe My Chemical Romance?"
Everyone agreed. After some final arrangements, we all agreed Bob would pick us all up in his van and drive us there in the morning. This is happening. It's really gonna happen.

Notes

Love as always.xxx