Gerard’s pov

This day was fine. After lunch I finished my day and my classes, and barely managed to drag my body up to my room to take a shower after P.E. I was gonna be so sore tomorrow. Ugh.
Anyways, it’s pretty amazing how you forget how soft your hair gets when you finally wash it properly after two whole weeks. When I came to think about it, I hadn’t washed it since I died.
Also, I don’t think I had eaten that much for dinner since I had died. Looks like actual exercise lifted your appetite a bit.

It was what happened after dinner that excited me. It was fun, and also embarrassing. The guys (and well, girl) had dragged me up to one of the towers, the one with all the band rooms. I was surprised that they even remembered the way; I would have been lost after the first four stairs (and dozen turns in and out the hallways). There were so many towers and rooms and hidden rooms and curtains and paintings that I wondered if they had actually tried to replicate Hogwarts when the castle was built.

The tall windows in the music tower had an amazing overview over the forest that surrounded the backside of the school. The windows were equipped with huge dark velvet curtains that went all the way to the floor, just like every window in the building. They shut out all the pale sunlight that seeped through the grey clouded morning sky, making it perfectly safe for those who didn’t go well with nature.
When we entered the main room littered with instruments, the curtains where already pulled open. Everybody tensed, hesitating. I felt a weak tingling on my skin, like a small itch I knew I couldn’t scratch away.
“Better close that shit” Marceline mumbled, and quickly moved forward and pulled them shut. “Can’t have me burning up in here. Like, yes, ‘know I’m hot, but it would be so much paperwork for you people.” We laughed and I felt myself relax.

We moved in to one of the smaller practice rooms, the one we used yesterday. I guessed that it was reserved for them, because their instruments were already out, not put back in their cases.
I sat awkwardly on one of the chairs, what was gonna happen now? I didn’t know what to do, what to sing. I didn’t want to sing. The other teens all gathered their instruments, talking to each other.
“So, Gerard, what do you know?” Bob asked me, sitting on a chair, drumsticks in his hands.
“Huh? Know what?” I was a little anxious. No, who were I kidding, a was very anxious.
“Like, y’know, songs? What do you sing, what do you know?”
“Oh. Um, well, I, I don’t really sing.” I knew that that wouldn’t set me free from my promise, so I continued. “But, I know like, Maiden, Misfits, Smashing Pumpkins, that kinda stuff.” I shrugged, and dragged a hand through my hair. Bob turned around, shouting to the others, who where plugging in their instruments.
“Song suggestions?” he shouted.
“The Kids Aren’t Alright” Frank shouted back, even though he sat two meters away.
“Yeah, we did that song a while back,” Marceline stated, smiling. “So hopefully we will remember a little bit and it won’t sound like fucking shit."
Bob turned back to me again. “You know that one?”
I laughed nervously; of course I knew that one.
Ray stopped tuning his guitar (it was a nice one, Fender Stratocaster), and grinned at me. “So, you will now audition for the vocals of a crappy band, against your will, you in for that? And don’t say no, because we can’t have that.”
I shrugged. “No, um, I guess I can sing one song.” Ray and Marceline high fived in the back. “But just one” I added, putting up a determined look.
Ray lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, one song. Just sing The Kids Aren’t Alright, and we’ll back you up with instrumental here.” He handed me a mic.

Before I knew it, they were all playing, and I knew I had to sing. They played the intro, and I tried to relax and let the well-known melody flow trough me. If I had still been alive, my pulse would have been really high.

When we were young and the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

I the beginning I must have sounded really nervous and pathetic, but when we came to the chorus, I began to gain self confidence. I guess I hit the tones I planned to and I guess it wasn’t that bad. Frank and Marceline sang background vocals for me. It was kinda hard to hear what I sang though, because they played pretty loudly. I hoped the walls here were soundproof.
Towards the end, I actually quite enjoyed it, this was fun for once. Plus, they played really well...
When they hit the last chords, Bob shouted a WOOOO, and then we were all laughing.
“Sorry” I giggled. This was pathetic. We were laughing, just laughing. “That was kinda crappy. I didn’t warm up first."
“No Gerard, shut up, that was really good!” Frank insisted. “Like, really good. You wanna join?” The others looked at me, expectantly. I, on the other hand, was taken by surprise by the unexpected question. Join the band? Was I capable of that? Was I a good enough singer? Well, I guess I was, since they wanted me to take the lead vocals.
“Um,” I said, ruffling my hair.
“Pleeeease?” Marceline asked, pleading playfully, intentionally repeating her lines from yesterday.
I shrugged, how bad could it be? “Okay, sure. I guess I can. Not like I have a lot of other people to be with anyways” I laughed and made a joke of it, though there was a bit of truth in what I said, I only had these friends. Could I call them friends? Well, they were nice to me, and I think they liked me, so I could probably say that I had four friends.

The rest of the morning (it was around midday when I went to bed actually) went by in the third floor dorm, where we mainly ate chips and talked about bands and people while drinking spiked coke. They caught me up on some of the rumors going around the school, Marceline had a very detailed overview over everyone, and could probably have slurred on for a couple days if Bob hadn’t shut her up with a drawling “Mar, go to bed”. It wasn’t that late, and I did not want to admit that I was super tired at just twelve a.m. but I was a bit breezy and since Bob indirectly told Marceline to shut the fuck up, I made use of my chance, and told them that I was going to go sleep.

Down the first hallway, I heard them sneak behind me. I tried to ignore them, and concentrated on finding my room on the third floor. At my door, I heard them snicker around the corner, so I mumbled a “grow the fuck up”, and they began laughing hysterically. I walked back around the corner to find them standing crouched and laughing, Marceline, Ray, Bob and Frank.
“We know where you live now” Frank said, threatening me, and pointing a shaking finger at me as he sank down on the floor. All of them were shaking actually, they were laughing that hard. Seriously, it wasn’t that fucking funny. So mature. They were supposed to take care of me. I dragged Frank to his feet and softly pushed them up the hallway.
“Now please manage to get to your rooms without falling down the stairs and breaking your damn necks, alright?” I asked, tired and a little bit annoyed.
“Yes, Mum” I could hear Frank mumble. The four tipsy teenagers broke down laughing again at his comment as they moved up the corridor, Marceline occasionally stumbling.
I shook my head, laughing a little as entered my still new and strange room, and collapsed on my bed after changing into my skeleton pajamas. I was dead tired, and hoped I was worn out enough that I was gonna get many hours of sleep before I would be unpleasantly awoken from another nightmare.

Notes

Why isn't it summer already why do I live in Norway why is everything so fucking cold why.



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