Home Is Where The Heart Is

Gerard's P.O.V Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>> Two months later. Three months till the kitten's due. Yes. I call the baby, Kitten. It's Kat's baby. Cat's have kittens. Hey. Maybe I can convince her to call it Kitty for a girl and Tom for a boy. Tom cat? Get it? Not amused? Fine. Sod ya. Anyway, me and the guys were just getting ready to go out on stage. Kat was in the audience. She wanted to have the full effect. So she was sat front row with Mum and Dad either side of her. To protect her from my screaming fans, according to Mum. She has so much faith in my talent. "Clear the way, Way." Frank laughed as he pushed past me to run out on stage as his name was called. I rolled my eyes. "Bloody annoying, rude midget." I cursed under my breath as I heard my name being called. I put on a smile and walked out to face the crowd. I grabbed the Mic and looked down at Kat. She gave me an encouraging smile. So I turned to the small audience. "Hello, New Jersey." I started. "We are My Chemical Romance. This is our first performance so please be gentle with us." Crack a joke to loosen them up. "And before anyone calls child welfare, Frank is not a child. He's just pint sized." The audience laughed as Frank flipped me off. "And extremely rude." I laughed. "We're gonna start you off with a song I wrote. Inspired by the September eleventh disaster. It's called 'Skylines and Turnstiles'." The music started and I started to sing, forgetting where I was for a while. "You're not in this alone, Let me break this awkward silence. Let me go, go on record Be the first to say I'm sorry. Hear me out, And if you take me down, Or would you lay me out? And if the world needs something better, Let's give them one more reason now, now, now. We walk in single file, We light our rails and punch our time, Ride escalators colder than a cell. This broken city sky like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes. Hello Angel, tell me where are you? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky like butane on my skin, stolen from my eyes. Hello Angel, tell me where are you? Tell me where we go from here. Tell me we go from... And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes. Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapors. Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart. As ice cold hands rip into your heart. That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest. And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence? And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now. This broken city sky like butane on my skin. stolen from my eyes. Hello Angel, tell me where are you? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky like butane on my skin. stolen from my eyes. Hello Angel, tell me where are you? Tell me where we go from here. Tell me we go from here." The crowd erupted into cheers. I looked down at Kat. She was clapping and cheering with tears in her eyes. I smiled down at her, then I looked around at the guys. They were all smiles. I turned back to the audience. Time for song two. "Thank you all so much." I said into the Mic. We sang a few more songs then headed back stage. "That was fucking awesome." Ray raved. "Apart from the short joke, you ass." Frank huffed. I laughed as I headed out to see Kat. Bad mistake. I was surrounded by people. All were asking me questions. "When will the first album be out?" "When will you be performing next and where?" "Can I have your autograph?" "Are you single?" I looked back at the guys, pleading for help. Amazingly, Frank stepped forward. "We don't know when our first album will be out." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Gerard has to write more songs first. We're working on when and where our next performance is. You may have our autographs in a few minutes. But sorry, guy's, Gerard is unavailable. He's expecting his first child in three months." That was met with disappointed grunts. "Are you available?" A dark haired girl asked him, blushing. I smiled. I know that girl. It's Jamia Nestor from my art class. I always knew she had a crush on Frank. He had a crush on her too. But he never admitted it. But I knew him. After all, he is one of my best friends. Frank's smile widened. " Hey, Jamia." He said, taking her hand. "Great to see you again." I laughed as she blushed. "I guess Frank's not available either." I mused. People started asking more questions. But I just looked around for Kat as Ray, Mikey and Bob joined us. I spotted her stood by Mum and Dad with her hand on her bump and her eyes on me. I smiled, Then excused myself as I headed towards her. Once I reached her, I pulled her into my arm's and kissed her. "That was amazing." She said as she pulled away. I smirked. "Am I that good at kissing?" She laughed. "No, I mean yes, but I meant the performance." "I knew that, babe." I laughed. "Just messing with ya." We stayed there, in each others arms, until an excited Frank came running over. "We have a offer of a manager." He told us as he finally calmed down. "Brian something. And eyeball records want to sign us." My mouth dropped open.

Notes

Notes So my amazing co-author is up next. I want to thank her for choosing me to co-author with her. It's been interesting. Even though I felt like pulling my hair out at times. Because she left me on a difficult bit. But her chapters have been awesome. Over to you, Emma. Chapter by PartyPoisonlives4ever(Dee).