Sing It Out

Holy crap
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Gerard stood, rather confidently might I add, and had a tight hold on the microphone. So this motherfucker can sing on a fucking stage to random strangers and he can't talk to someone sat right fucking next to him, engaging in a conversation. Goddamnit. I just stared at him and it seemed luckily that he hadnt noticed the two boys that know him In the centre of the audience. He turned fiddle with the amp behind him and I quickly nudged Rayand nodded to the secluded bar at the back. Sneak recall activated. Almost like soldiers in a silent battlefield, we manoeuvred through the people, chairs and tables and made it to the back, unnoticed. 
"What the fuck Ray?! Did you know about this?" I asked. 
"No! Dude, if I knew it was him singing, I wouldnt even be here, I'd probably be in the next goddamned town." damn this things between Gerard and Ray seems pretty intense. 
"Well, we can still hear him-"

"Hello everyone, my name is Gerard Way and I guess I'm the new singer here. I hope you enjoy." I Was interrupted by this sudden angelic voice. Oh god why the fuck doesn't he talk more often?! He sounds like a frigging angel for Christ sake! I swear my tiny little emotionless heart began beating a little faster. And he's going to sing?! I'm in for a treat. Gerard glanced over the room, noting everyone's attention and cleared his throat. The song began. 

'Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living'

Oh my god this song is incredible. 

'Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight'

Okay, his voice is perfect. 
'But does anyone notice? 
But does anyone care? 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead? 
And well should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? 
Before I pull this trigger, 
Your eyes vacant and stained...'

I shouldve just left, I'm digging myself a hole here. 

'But does anyone notice? 
But does anyone care? 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead? 
And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said? 
Before I pull this trigger, 
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.'

Wait, Ray has left? Fuck. 
But does anyone notice? 
But does anyone care? 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell, 
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?'

I don't even know how to describe the song, his voice, or just him altogether. I was trembling I could tell and I never thought anyone could do this to me purely because of his voice. Yet my chances of being with him is slim. I cant get him to talk to me, and I'm basically a nobody with no fucking talent apart from being able to play some chords on a guitar. He's worth so much more than me and I don't even know this guy. I don't know my feelings, so I cannot express them to you but I wish I could. He's undescrible. 
"Thank you for listening. I wrote that one myself and I haven't actually come up with a title for it," He laughed. No fucking way. Another talent. 
"I'll be is going another song in fifteen minutes I wrote myself. But we're going for a break now so, enjoy your drinks I guess. Thank you." he said. You could sense the passion behind his voice, his pure love for music, making it and singing. 

Before my mind could literally explode due to the feelings and emotions rushing through it, I rushed outside to take a cigarette break. Yummy, inhaling cancer inside of me. Good idea Frank. Oh well, it's the only thing to settle me down now. I found the back exit to the place and glanced at my pocket, reached into it and pulled out the sticks of death. I also pulled out my lighter and lit the cigarette. After placing the stick in my mouth, I glanced around the ally way I was in. Nothing really interesting was down here, only the dumpster and a couple of trashcans to accompany me. I took a big puff out of the cigarette and relief crashed through me, I don't understand how something so little can instantly have a positive effect on me. 

I was about to take the last puff of my cigarette before probably going back into the pub before the door swung open, almost hitting me in the process. Someone rushed out in a hurry, whispering curses and banging on the door. I decided to take a small peak around the door before they decide to push the door a slight bit more and inevitably crush me. I come face to face with the man I couldn't stop thinking about. Gerard. 
"Frank?" he said worryingly. "Are you okay?" he asked, almost as if he has spoken to me before. 
"I- I- Can't, what, why, erm, hi? Erm, I dont, you seem fucked, I'm more concerned about you." fucjing GREAT sentence structure there Frankie. He ran a hand through his hair. 
"The shitty pub amps have failed and now I have no music. I can't sing without my backing music. The guy has said he doesnt have enough money to buy new ones or repair them." he said in a rush. 
"Well erm... A thought popped into my head. "I can sorta play the guitar, would you like me to do some of your music?" I asked. What the fuck, this guy has only spoken to me this one time. Better now than never though. 
"Oh Frankie! That sounds great! But we need a drummer also. I've got a bass guitarist." 
"Well, I've got a friend that can play guitar and one that can play the drums. This can become a thing right?" I said. 
" Yes it can." he smiled. This man was beautiful. I would never get enough of him. 

Notes

I decided to upload again. Shitty chapter. But I'm a shitty person so what ya gonna do bout it? I'm joking, honestly. But yeah, wonder what will become of Gerard and Frank.... ;)