Sing It Out

*One week later*
Thank god, Bob finally came back after his- experience- but he seemed okay now. I'm so happy he's still with us. Without him, everything seemed so empty. I've only told Gerard about this and he kept on exchanging concerned glances between myself and Bob, which kind of intimidated me, but we still had a performance to perfect.
"Well, even though that jerk music agent hasn't even decided to contact us, I still think we should do a few songs you know- just in case. Plus it's fun so why the fuck not?!" Mikey suggested.
"Yeah!" I agreed firmly. I actually agree with him, being together like this is thrilling, one of the only good things in our life and the only thing to look forward to. Gerard stood up and walked to the centre of the room clutching a piece of paper in his hand so tight that his knuckles were white. I looked at him concerned and he slightly nodded in my direction.
"So- I erh- finished that song that- M-Mikey and I were working on-" he stuttered. I smiled calmly at him and he did the same back. He handed out a few copies of these sheets and we examined them thoroughly. They all had our names on our designated sheet with the requirements, chords and movements of each person. This man was a genius. I read through the lyrics.
'. FXOXO

The amount of pills I'm taking,
counteracts the booze I'm drinking
and this vanity I'm breaking,
lets me live my life like this
and well I find it hard to stay,
with the words you say
Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in

Well I'll choose the life I've taken,
never mind the friends I'm making
and the beauty that I'm faking
lets me live my life like this
And well I find it hard to stay,
with the words you say
Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in

And you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much
You'll invest yourself in me,
we're not working out (we're not working out) We're not working out (we're not working out)
And you can't touch my brother
and you can't keep my friends
and we're not working out, we're not working out
This time I mean it, never mind the times I've seen it

Well I hope I'm not mistaken
by the news I heard from waking
and it's hard to say I'm shaken,
by the choices that I make

and well I find it hard to stay,
with the words you say
Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in
Well I'll choose this life I've taken,
never mind the friends I'm making
And I get a little shaken, because I live my life like this

And well I find it hard to stay,
with the words you say
Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in
And you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much
You'll invest yourself in me,
we're not working out, We're not working out
And you can't keep my brother, and you won't fuck my friends
and we're not working out, we're not working out
This time I mean it, never mind the times I've seen it

Never again, never, never again
(and you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me)
ne.. never... never... never again (and you can cry all you want to, I don't care how much you'll invest yourself)
ne.. never... never... oh baby let me.. oh baby... oh
baby Oh baby let me in
Oh baby let me in
I'm knocking let me in
Oh baby let me in
Oh baby let me in
I'm knocking let me in
Oh baby let me in Oh baby let me in


The lyrics seemed so- pure. It almost reflected Gerard's feeling of his own life, his struggles and his feelings. To my amazement as the others were scanning the paper with pretty much the same thought plastered all over everyone's face, Gerard began to sing it. It took the whole song to a new level, redefining the meaning of passion. To the ordinary person, the normal listener the song would seem meaningless, messy and frustrating. But to us, it was passion, beauty, love and hatred all in one song. It's true when people say 'you call it demonic because you hear the screaming, I call it life saving because I hear the meaning'. This was Gerard. This is who he is and what he wants to be, incredible, inspiring.
As Gerard finished singing, I picked up Pansy and attempted some of the chords. Luckily for me, I pick songs up pretty quickly and five minutes later, I'm playing the chords fluently. I could see Gerard staring admirably from his spot as he encouraged everyone else to join in. They all tried, first me, then Mikey, then Bob, then Ray and we somehow managed to create a scene of beauty with this blissful, disorientating tune. It was incredible. As everyone got used to the song, Gerard joined in with the lyrics and everything was perfect. In little time at all we had created this and I was so proud of everyone, especially Gerard. Just before we had finished the song, someone burst through the doors to the music room we were in. This person just stood there until we finished and once we did, gave us a round of applause. Gerard rather sassily bowed as if he were the queen, and to be honest he would be.
"Bravo! Excellent! Fantastic! Hello everyone I'm sorry I've had troubles this past month but it looks like I came just in time!" the man exclaimed. He was dressed in a rather formal suit, but not too formal, smart casual. He had a face that seems friendly and damn was this guy excitable.
"Erm- not to be rude but... Who are you?" I asked.the man composed himself and held out his hand.
"Brian Schechter at your service. I really like your stuff guys, it's incredible and I want in. I know some really good people in higher places that can get you places kids. You've all got potential." he confirmed. Well just looked at him, eyes and mouths agape in pure silence as the guy laughed at us.
"I didn't think you'd come-" Gerard tried.
"I love your voice kid. What's your name?" he asked him.
"Gerard Way,"
"I can make that name famous. I can see it, on banners, posters, people screaming your name wherever you go. It'll be incredible." he looked to the rest of us.
"So what's everyone else's names?"
"Mikey Way-"
"Brothers?! Perfect!" Brian exclaimend.
"Erm-Frank Iero."
"Strange yet beautiful."
"Ray Toro,"
"Man that hair-"
"Bob Bryar."
"You look a little old Mr Bryar-" Brian tried. Bob told him that he was the music teacher and Brian nodded in realisation.
"Okay My Chemical Romance- lets contact some people- get people interested and start a new life!" he cheered as he paused before walking out.
"Oh by the way- you're booked at the venue 'Big Daddy's' so you better get practicing." Before we could reply, he was gone. That guy was fucking mad. Gerard turned his head to me in what only could be described as utter shock, disbelieve and- frightfulness. Pure terror was plastered all over his face and all I could do was stare in shock.

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