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Like Butane On My Skin, 2. Get It Together, Man

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    "Gerard? Oh, good! Guys, he's waking up!"

    Gerard awoke, startled to find himself on a hotel couch with Brian's face uncomfortably close to his own.

    "What? What happened?"

    His thoughts were constant, skimming over everything that had happened and why he might be there. Then he remembered the show.

    "Oh my God, the show!" he strangled, sitting up.

    "I only sang one song! Oh God, all those kids. I disappointed them, they paid good money!"

    Consequently, he fell backwards onto the couch from a combination of exhaustion and withdrawl.

    "You sang the whole set," Mikey comforted, "But you passed out on the very last song."

    "What was the last song?"

    Mikey thought for a moment, as there were multiple names for the song. He decided on the original title, as Gerard may respond to it better.

    "I Promise It's The Last Time."

    "Oh, that one," Gerard groaned.

    "There's so much suicide in that one. And screaming."

    Gerard sat up once again and rubbed his eyes, completely thoughtless to the fact that he still had stage makeup on. He looked disgustingly at his fingers that were now covered in black and red eye makeup as well as synthetic blood. His heart was thrumming as the memories of last night flooded back to him.

    "There was a man. A man in the crowd, and he. He just didn't look right," Gerard explained to Frank. "His eyes were sunken inwards and he was very lean. He looked like he held casual seances in his mom's basement." Frank never made fun of Gerard. He never even really disagreed with him. But this was a time when Frank had to tell Gerard his absolute honest opinion. "Are you taking acid?" "Wh...What? You think I'm on that shit?! I would never do that in a million lightyears!" Frank gave him a knowing look. "Gerard, I just-" "No! You don't believe me? You think I'm on acid? Fine! I hope you're happy when some dude murders me in my sleep! Mikey will listen."

    That was all Gerard was able to remember. As Gerard was caught up in lost memories, the real world was not one bit in a halt. Gerard threw a glance at Frank who was already staring at him, and had been the entire time that he was thinking. Gerard had not noticed that they were the only two in the room.

    "So you remember?" Frank asked casually, as if he was asking for the time.

    "I'm really sorry, I wasn't trying to accuse you of being on it, I just-"

    "It's okay, Frank. I understand. I was just overreacting," Gerard replied blandly, still in a trance.

    Gerard lifted his head slightly to see a shadowy figure in the doorway to the hotel bedroom. It was a familiar figure. A very familiar figure.

    "Oh, shit!" Gerard exclaimed, hurdling a shoe at the apparition.

    Frank turned to face the doorway to the room where the shoe had just entered. He looked shocked at first from the outburst, but eventually just looked at Gerard confused.

    "Gerard, are you still seeing that guy?"

    Gerard slowly moved his gaze to meet Frank's obviously concerned face. Gerard knew he sounded either crazy or on drugs, but he also knew that what he saw was most definitely real.

    "Uh, no. No, I just. I just thought I saw a spider. I know you hate those."

    Frank let out a small sigh and leant against the smooth hotel kitchen counter. He looked down at his worn out sneakers and it was silent for what seemed like an eternity. It was probably only about five minutes.

    "Frank, it's like 10 o'clock. Go to your room, man."

    Mikey emerged from the dark shadows, seemingly normal. But with careful observation, you could tell he had been drinking. Quite a lot, actually.

    "You're bunking with Ray, dude," he slurred out.

    "Alright, cool. Both of you, get some rest. Okay?" Frank posed the question, but wasn't really expecting an answer. He looked very worried, for both of the brothers. He disappeared the same way Mikey had appeared no more than a few minutes earlier. Mikey had already toed off his shoes and slithered into one of the two beds in the room. Gerard scrunched his face and rubbed his eyes again.

    "Sleep tight, Mikes."
A typical story of the American punk rock band My Chemical Romance. Or is it? Gerard has been having some trouble with drugs and alcohol recently, and he starts to see things as they start their tour for their second album Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Everyone pretends to believe him, but what does it seem like? An acid trip. Can Gerard convince his fellow band members that it's not the drugs? Or will this mysterious figure get as close to Gerard as he can; without an escape route?

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I'll try to write more as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy it! ~:heart:

-Lyn-Z

P.S. FUCK THE CATEGORY. ;) xo

:icongerardderpplz:

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1. Give Me Drugs: [link]
2. Get It Together, Man: here
3. The Stain: [link]
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So good! I need more!