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I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

Chapter 3

*Jess’s POV* This isn’t happening. Holy shit. I’m gonna die. I’m on the stage in the House of Blues in LA for my bands EP release party. What the fuck is life. I’m dancing around to Patrick Stumps voice for what feels like hours. Towards the end of the song I sit down and sip my coffee some more. I quickly feel the need to stand up when Planetary by MCR comes on and I continue to dance and jump around the stage. It probably looked like I was a one man mosh pit. Good thing I was alone. I was singing along like a mad man until the end of the song. Something about MCR got my blood pumped. I loved them. I loved there solo projects too. They did so much for me. I was blessed to say I’ve seen Gerard Way live, and then FrnkIero andthe Cellebration live too, and met them both. I’ve seen two of my favorite men. (Pete Wentz, you’re next) When the song came to end an old ballad started to play, I decided I was good enough for the show, and grabbed my coffee, unplugged my phone, and started walking out slowly. I heard a banging a come from the upper booth, I couldn’t see in, it was mirrored on my side, but I got the thought that maybe someone was watching me. Oh, god. How embarrassing. I zipped out the doors and locked them behind me, slightly hyperventilating. Whatever. It’s okay. I was having fun. I’m 20, I can do that. I started to walk, and noticed I had 3 text from Dalton. From: Daltooon That was weird. I should’ve ignored the call, but I’m always worried you could be dying or something. From: Daltooon Jess? Please don’t ignore me. I’ll give you deets if you want them ;) From: Datlooon JESS. IM SORRY. I’LL GET YOU LAID TO. TEXT ME BACK FUCKER I roll my eyes, and start texting back To: Daltooon I’m not mad. I was doing my preshow thing. Calm your nips, I’m happy for you. I don’t need to get laid. I’m okay. Get cleaned up, I’m on way. Plug up Bs straightener. XO. From: Daltooon KK. xoxo I start walking towards the apartments. I was still freaking out about if someone saw me, but I pushed it aside. I had to have the best performance of my life tonight. I was debating changing. I preferred to perform in shorts. I hated being on stage in pants. And I was either in a cut off, flannel, or t-shirts, with shorts and chucks on stage. I decided I’ll keep the shorts, but mix it up with the shirt and shoes. I’m gonna look hot. I have strange feeling that I’m gonna need too. -Hours later *Franks POV* I decided to come back to the release party later, and I got here early, sitting in the booth with the same friend. He thought I was here for him, because that’s what I told him, but I really wanted to see that beautiful human on stage. I went down to the floor once they closed the doors. It was a sold out show. Impressive. I stood to the side against the wall, as I saw Jess prance out on stage. My eyes widened and my mouth formed a small “o” shape. She was beautiful. Her hair was perfectly straight, and she was in a tight fitted black crop top that ended right above her pierced belly button, revealing her pale soft stomach. It was toned, but not so much that you could see her abdominal muscles. I could see the same green sports bra peeking out on her shoulder. My eyes slowly fell down to see the same shorts as early, her snow white legs, and a pair of black Doc Marten combat boots. The entire outfit outlined her body beautifully. Her hips were wider for such a small looking frame, which made her have the ass of a goddess and a small gap between her thighs. Her breast were large, but not too large, but large enough that she had to wear a sports bra on stage. I laughed to myself. The first song started to play and I snapped myself out of my trance, glancing down to my junk to make sure there wasn’t any evidence of my drooling. I was in a black hoodie, with the hood up. I didn’t want to get recognized and take the shine away from the band. This was there night, and they deserved it, the music was really good. Jess was turned around facing the drummer. Stomping her boot to the beat and slightly head banging. She turned around and started to sing and my heart stopped. She sounded amazing. One of the best female vocalist I think I’ve heard. Her voice filling the air and sent tingles down my spine. The lyrics were written beautifully and the music just made everything that much better. I sat in awe until the second song, before she stopped and thanked the crowd, told them about the EP, shared some love, and the next song was just as amazing as the first. It was 4 songs later, and she said that that was the EP. She talked and joked for a moment. Her stage presence was amazing. They played an older original and then she was talking again. “So, there’s this song that we know you all love, and there’s a video of us-“ She was cut off by the crowd screaming. “So, you guys know what I’m talking about, huh? Okay, okay. Let’s get this party started. Everyone sing with me!” She put the mic on the stand, and looked down, her mouth still near the mic. The lights dimmed. Her voice began to ring out “Now I know-“ the music started “-That I can’t make you stay” Holy fuck. They were doing Famous Last Words. This was so rad. I loved performing this song. My eyes left Jess and went to the guitarist hands making sure he was doing the right chords. I got lost in the guitar, and felt my own fingers making chords and my other hand pretending to strum along. My eyes focus back to jess and she’s on the ground, holding the mic out to the crowd as they chant the infamous chorus. She stands back up, and starts singing the softer bridge. Her eyes wonder the crowd with a calming look. She looks like she’s in her happy place. As the music picks back up, she’s head banging and jumping to the beat. Her long black hair is going everywhere. She looks so majestic. Or my kind of majestic. The song was over, they did a few more originals and a Green Day cover. She thanked the crowd again. Using the word “Love” a million times. It was sweet, she really loved the fans. She announced the signing and M&G afterwards, and then she was gone. I wondered back up the booth. And starting thinking about how I was gonna approach her. I can’t go and not congratulate someone that talented.

Notes

sorry, I know I said I wanted to post the first 5 chapters, but, i'm on my neighbors wifi, so the connection is iffy.
anyways, I know its slow, but It's gonna get real fast soon!
comment, subscribe! thanks for reading my shitty project. love yall!

Comments

Awesome story!

Jackie Jackie
11/7/17

Take your time, better to be good than a lot. And the frerard is what made me make an account here x)

Babe, I just stayed up all night to read this in one go cx I love it a lot <3
I'm happy you'll be finishing it!
I love ya :*

I've been looking for a story like this omg i love this

Frank Iero-Way Frank Iero-Way
11/23/15

UPDATE! Mcr will be together again before you finish this ;P