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The Kids From Yesterday

Chapter Thirty Two - Shut Up And Let Me See Your Jazz Hands

~RAY'S POV~

I lay in bed with my eyes struggling to open. Why was I so tired?
I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was nine in the morning. I groaned and rolled over. It was so hot today. I had slept in a thin sheet last night. Whether its the weather or my house that's so hot I didn't know. Just as I closed my eyes the phone buzzed again. I rolled back over and picked up my phone again. It was Frank.

FRANK: Hey you up?

ME: I am now. Don't you still have another three hours of sleep to get?

FRANK: Haha. Seriously though, have you ever heard Gerard sing?

This was a weird question to ask at nine am. Confused, I responded.

ME: No. Why are you asking me this at 9am?

FRANK: Because I just heard Gerard singing in the shower and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my whole life. Then I had an idea. ;)

ME: *rolls eyes* Oh yeah, what was that?

FRANK : Well, we both play guitar, Mikey plays bass, Gerard sings .... ;);););)

ME: So?

I was a little slow as it was nine am.

FRANK: So we could start a band, dumbass!

ME: Oh. :'D idk, just lemme get sleep and I'll talk later, okay?

FRANK: Fine. ;-;

I sighed and went back to sleep, not bothering to consider Frank's proposal.

Notes

Again, sorry its short. I know I haven't been updating recently, and I really don't have an excuse. :'D soz frens. Btw did you catch the first four words of that one line in tøps song migraine? ;)

Comments

Yes, Gee. You do want it to be more. ADMIT IT ALREADY

*intense screaming*

..........

=3

Bowie Bowie
7/16/16