Save me from this hospital bed

Every days the same. I get up. Shower. Brush my teeth. Get dressed. Have breakfast. Go to practice. Eat. Meeting. Eat. Final practice. Concert. Signing. Sleep. Repeat. That's it. No fucking life. Don't get me wrong, I love singing. I'm just so fucking lonely. I know I have the fans throwing themselves at me. But I don't do casual sex. I don't believe in one night stands. I'm wanting to save myself for that special someone. I don't care what sex they are. I'm bi and proud of it. I'm twenty five years old. I have one awesome brother called Mikey. My Mum and Dad are still alive. Don and Donna. Unfortunately my grandmother, Elena has passed away. Mikey plays bass for the Hormones, my band. He's two years younger than me. He's seeing a girl called Kristin. Me and Mikey are super close. I'd die for him. My Dad is a doctor for private patients. His nurse is my Mum. That's how they met. My grandmother was my influence. She encouraged me to sing, draw, play guitar and play piano. She died peacefully in her sleep. I still miss her. I have a comic book degree and have published two comic book series. The Umbrella Academy and The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys. They've been pretty successful. I'm allergic to cats and I'm petrified of needles. I believe in ghosts and think my phones haunted. I love watching wrestling and I support everyone no matter what or who they are. I get called the Russian David Bowie. Fine by me. I like him. I've had loads of different hair colours. I listen to The Smashing Pumpkins. I was born in Summit, New Jersey. But now live(exist) in Chicago. Let's see. What else? Oh. When I was fifteen, I was held at gunpoint. I was made to sit execution style while a .357 magnum was pointed at my head. I guess that's it. That's the sassy diva himself, Gerard fucking Way. That's my life. The exciting life of lead vocalist of Gerard Way and the Hormones. Today I'm in New Jersey. Performing again. Then later I'll be going home to a empty house and a lonely bed. I sighed as I took a small drink from my bottle of water and paced around back stage. "Gerard, your on." A stage hand said. I nodded as I straightened my black suit, white shirt and black tie. I took in a deep breath, then headed out. I stopped infront of the Mic and started to speak. "Hello, New Jersey!" I shouted. "How are you all?!" "Gooood!!!!" A group of girls cheered. "That's great! Glad to hear that you're just as plumper as I am!!" I made hand gestures as I spoke. I probably look like a proper idiot. "WOO!!" Several people chanted. I sang Action Cat, then Juarez, and after that, Maya The Psychic. I played with a tambourine and danced a bit. I make a pretty good joke every now and then. "Wow, you girls are excited!" I smiled as I spoke, right after a girl shrieked. Then I noticed a hot guy near them. By hot I mean practically on fire. His eyes were amazing. He had the most handsome face I'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off him. "Actually, I mean girls and guys." Our eyes remain on each other. He batted his eyelashes. Fuck, that's so adorable. I winked. He smiled at me, a few girls looked at him. He smirked and brushed some of his hair out of his face. The gestured was so sexy. The girl next to him said something, but I couldn't hear it. His head snapped round to look at her. What the fuck did she say? "What was that?" He inquired. "I said you're a faggot. A fucking faggot," What the fuck? I was going to butt in,but the guy started to speak. "And what led you to this assumption?" He asked. "Seriously? Do you see yourself? You're surrounded by chicks and you're looking at Gerard like you're going to run up there and fuck him- the whole crowd watching you!" Whoa. Wishful thinking on my part. Fuck. Slow down. You haven't even met him, yet. "Listen, I really don't need your opinion. What you think does not matter. What matters is what I see about myself.Thanks." Nice speach. She looked back at me. I kept my eyes the guy. I carried on singing and dancing. Occasionally I caught sight of the guy watching me. Knowing he was there somehow made me feel more alive. At the end of the concert, I had a signing. The guy was in the line. My heart skipped a beat. I get to actually meet him. Then I noticed the girl walk towards me with her hesitant alien CD. She needs taking down a peg or two. She practically swoons. "I love your music so much." She rattles on for ages while I sign the CD. "What's your name?" I ask when she finally shuts up. "Rose." She says, blushing. I smirk as I wrote my message. 'Rose, Homophobia is gay. Gxoxo' I passed her the CD back. She read it, then frowned at me. "I heard what you said." I informed her. "I don't agree with any kind of prejudice. Homophobia included. Everyone is equal. If you don't agree with that, find another celebrity to follow. But if you come to another of my concerts, leave the thorns at home. Or I'll have you removed and banned from any of my future concerts. Do I make myself clear?" I noticed that the girls at the front of the line were grinning. "Err...y...yes." Rose stuttered. "I...I'm s...sorry." I nod. "Just don't let it happen again." I said with a smile. "You can't judge a book by it's cover. Remember that and we'll get along just fine." After Rose went, I carried on signing. I looked up to see the hot guy approach. I smiled. He gave me a weak, scared smile. He held out a hesitant alien CD, looking at his feet, nervously. He so cute. "Have fun during the concert?" I asked, softly. He nodded. "Anything in particular that you'd like me to write?" I asked when he didn't speak. "No... N-not r-really...,"He stuttered. "Okay... Suprise ya then?" "Sure..." I scribbled my signature and a couple lines from Maya The Psychic 'Are you hearing voices again? Are they with you? And are they giving you commands?' I smiled and gave him the CD. "Th-thanks...," He said, nervously as he took it. "By the way, what's your name?" I asked. I can't keep calling him the hot guy. "Are you okay?" I asked when he didn't answer. He looked really pale. He nodded. "Are you sure? You're swaying." I pointed out. He nodded again, then blinked. I jumped to my feet and dropped to my knees as he collapsed. I knelt over him, worried. "Are you okay?" I asked again. "Get an ambulance." I shouted as I tried to loosen his buttons on his jacket. "Stay with me." I muttered. "I don't even know your name. I was hoping we could get to know each other. So you better get well soon." The ambulance came and took him away. They searched him for his ID. His name is Frank Iero. They called his next of kin, his mum, Linda. I watched as the ambulance sped away. Frank Iero. Hopefully I'll be seeing a lot more of you.

Notes

My co-author had this idea. I thought she did a excellent job of chapter one. Don't you think? Hope I can do as good. Love as always.
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