Sing It Out

The time had finally come. It was five minutes before everyone would arrive in the assembly and we were doing one final sound check before the big performance. We are all so nervous. Mikey usually moves around, chatting and making small talk, but he was fixated in the spot. Not moving just clutching his bass with no expression in his face. This was not like him at all. Bob seemed to be the only person cool and confident up here. Gerard had sneakily stolen Bobs chair and was sat on the far right of the stage. Being as I'd already tuned Pansy, I decided to join him. 
"Hey Gee. You alright?" I asked. 
"Yeah, it's just, I feel kinda nervous performing these songs. I'm so used to small audiences but the whole school?! That's like over 500 people, people that judge us and call us names."
"Well, I'm here. Ill always be here. If you're nervous at all or if you think you can't do it, just look at me and I'll come over to you." I knelt I'm front of him as he sat. He moved his head forward so that our foreheads were touching. 
"I love you Frank." 
"I love you too. Now let's kick some ass. But can I just say, Mikey looks like he really needs a shit." I announced as he turned his head to me. I gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't return anything. Fucking robot. 
The hall began to fill with people so fast that every time I blinked, I swear a few rows were filled. The seats stretched the whole width of the room and had elevated seating. By the time everyone was in and settled, every chair I could see was taken. I noticed some people were pointing at us, some in confision, some in eagerness, which was good, yet some in mockery. I tried to get the guys to all talk to one another so they didn't notice the amount of people laughing at us. Before long our shitty headteacher walked centre stage. 
"Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that you want to go home, chill out and not think about school? Correct?" He won a few mumbles of yeses across the room. 
"Well, I'm actually here to announce this schools latest band. You may know them, you may not. They're just like you and me. They started with ambition and talent. But through everything and also on top of school work, they came together united by one dream. Now here they are ready to perform for you a song, that they wrote themselves, and they are My Chemical Romance." He finished. Damn that was the most inspirational fucking speech ever and it was still shit... Oh well.
Everyone apart from bob, obviously, moved forward on stage as Gerard walked towards the microphone that the headteacher just used and had placed on a stand. Gerard looked at it with a scowl and wiped away any possible spit that may be on it.
Nice.
That won a few laughs through the hall. 
"Hi everyone. Were here basically because our music teacher thinks he's clever so thanks Mr Bryar." Gerard said as he waved his arm up in the air in defeat. Bob only smiled. 
"Anyway. This is a song, just one song that we have been working on. It's not quite perfected but here it is. It's called 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)'" and there came a sound I wasn't expecting. Clapping, cheering, hooting. But people genuinely wanted to hear it. So we began.

Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the
second floor?

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but
don't know what it means
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

Forget about the dirty looks
The photographs your boyfriend took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed

I'm okay
I'm okay!
I'm okay, now

But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay!

Now it's my turn. I shouted 'TRUST ME' at the top of my lungs, lunged towards Gerard and kissed him on the cheek. Now people were cheering. 

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fucking-kay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay


People were cheering, chanting our name, chanting our band name as Gerard composed himself, walked up to the mic that was now on the floor, picked it up, dusted it up and simply said 'thank you' before we all dropped our instruments and walked offstage into the hallway that was completely empty. All of us were silent, apart from the silent cheering coming from the hall. We all looked at each other and in one motion, we all threw ourselves into one huge group hug with mixtures of laughter and tears. I pulled Gerard to me and lifted him into the air in my arms. 
"You did it! Gerard you were fucking incredible!" I cried. 
"No! We all did it that kicked so many asses. That was next level shit guys. I'm so fucking proud." He said honestly.  After a few minutes if congratulating and trying to realise what we just did, the headteacher approached us with the widest smile I've ever seen him do.
"You guys are incredible. I haven't seen anything like this before in my life. I've done something to congratulate you guys though. I was just on the phone to a musical agent and he wants to hear you." We all looked at each other as we took in this news. This was our big shot! We had it. 
"Thank you sir. We really appreciate it trust me! Oh gosh.
This is incredible."

*Time lapse, after school*

Gerard and I were making our way back to his house. Mikey had apparently gone to Rays house but I don't care. That leaves my love and I alone. 
"Today was fucking incredible. You were incredible." I said to Gerard for at least the millionth time today. He turned to me and smiled.
"I wouldn't be anywhere if it wasn't for you. This is incredible. Were all incredible." He explained. I pulled him in viciously and sealed my lips to his before he could say another word. The kiss was a lot more intimate and lasting than I thought it would be as we heard a voice behind us.
"Hey! Save it for when you get home you faggots." Came a voice. Oh fuck it was my old bullies. I had completely forgotten about them. Gerard pulled away in complete shock and blushed hard. 
"Oh- so-sorry-erm-i-" he tried. 
"Look if you've got a problem with this or us, just fuck off and ignore us yeah? At least we're happy and not getting pissed or girls to suck our dicks for money," I came back with. I really don't know what came onto my but before I knew it, two guys were kicking the shit out of me. I could hear Gerard scream in the background for them to stop. 
"Dont you fucking dare fuck with us, emo midget faggot. You can play a guitar well, hu-fucking-rah. Next time you talk trash to me, I'll take your sissy boyfriend here and will not hesitate to put a fucking knife to his throat. Yeah? That goes to your friends and that fuck up of a teacher." The leader said. I never remembered his name, so let's just call him Jerk for now.
So then, Jerk walked off with his minions in triumph as Gerard rushed to my side. 
"I'm so sorry Frankie! I didn't know that they'd do that!" he cried. 
"No, it's my fault I'm sorry you had to watch. I had it coming." I confessed. 
Walking home was terrible. The pain was excruciating. I decided to go to my house for the night to stay with mom. Gerard was very relectant, but I eventually convinced him to go home. I immediately regretted that decision as as soon as I walked in the door, everything just went black. 

Notes

Woohoo 3k+ reads!
Thats extraordinary. It's such a warm fuzzy feeling. I'm so grateful. Thanks for keeping up with the story!