Post by ricegrains&rosesxo. on Aug 27, 2006 20:32:08 GMT
The title will explain itself in time... my pov.
Characters (In order of appearance): Yazz (Age 16), Allie (Age 18), My Chemical Romance, Connie (Age 16), Zoe (Age 18), Joe (Age 18), Zak (Age 18), Random bus driver, The Hexagon, A random policeman, Loz (Age 17), Robbie (Age 18) and Carl (Age 18).
One night, me and Allie were driving home after seeing My Chemical Romance headline the Reading Festival. We got out of Allie's car and I shoved my rusty key into the lock and opened the door. We tiptoed inside and found our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room infront of the dvd player. Life On The Murder Scene lay on the coffee table... along with what appeared to be a letter. Allie put the video diary disk into the dvd player as I picked the letter up. It was in a black envelope with red font, adressed to myself. Allie peered over my shoulder at it, looking as blank as I did.
"Should I open it?" I asked curiously.
"Go for it!" Allie grinned, her face illuminated by the tv screen.
I opened it slowly from the seal at the top, withdrawing the letter. I read it, gobsmacked, aloud to Allie. It went like this:
Dear Yazz (It's Yazz, not Yasmin, right?),
Me and my friends were wondering whether you and your band (Corpse Collision) would be interested in being the support band for our world tour. You'd stay in the same tourbus as us and everything. The first gig is due to take place at a venue called The Hexagon... which, I believe, is near to where you live. If you agree, we'll come and collect you and your band from your house on the Third of September at 8am. Remember your inhaler.
Thanks for being our number one fan. We... or mainly, I, wish we can make it up to you.
So Long And Goodnight (as you would say =P),
Gerard Way
Xoxoxoxox
"FUCK YES!!!!" Screamed Allie.
I was stunned. Gerard Way, writing to me. Asking if we could tour with him and My Chemical Romance. It was one of the many things I dreamt about every night, and would never, ever happen. But I was wrong.
"We'll have to talk to the rest of the band though..." I whispered doubtfully.
"They'll be up for it!" Replied Allie in a hurry.
She looked at the watch on her wrist.She glanced up at me again, swearing, and gathering her belongings.
"Fuck, it's later than I thought... fucking 10am. I gotta go."
"Haha okays. I'll speak to the rest of the band."
We walked out onto my front lawn.
"Ready?" I asked.
Allie nodded. Sinking to our knees, we screamed "SO LONG AND GOODNIIIIGGGGHT!" into the crisp morning air. Allie then turned to her heels and ran home.
I strolled back inside and sat down at the pc, signing into msn. A popping noise, and a conversation window had opened. Connie. I glanced at what she said, and gasped. "I'M SEEING MCR AT THE HEXAGON!! PLEASE SAY YOU'RE GOING!!!!!"
I typed back.
Yazz: I'm not just going mate... I'm performing =P
Connie: Omgz!!!
Yazz: Yeah yoo better believe it!
Connie: I can't believe it... it fucking...
A pop, and she was offline. Her msn had probably died, as usual. I looked back to my contacts list, seeing if the band were online. I was in for a suprise. Somebody wished to be added. The msn adress was "gerard.chemicalxromance@hotmail.com". I clicked accpet - it was probably just another crazed fan, just like myself... but less crazed, obviously.
I saw the tiny adress pop up above my contacts list. I went back to searching, just as a tiny pop alerted me that somebody was talking.
I opened the conversation. It was with this gerard.chemicalxromance@hotmail.com... and their name read "Gerard__ox Is this where I'm meant to put something hardcore? BloodOfTheDivineDeadTour <33". That was... weird. There hadn't been a My Chem tour called "Blood Of The Divine Dead". So could it really be...? The conversation said all.
New friend: Heyyy
Yazz: Heyy... I don't mean to be rude or anything... but who are yoo?? XD lol.
New friend: Lol,, I thought yew might of guessed by now.
Yazz: No... so spill =P
New friend: Gerard Way, obviously. The one who sent you the letter =P
Yazz: OHMYGOD.
Gerard: Lol. Thought you might say something like that.
Yazz: How the fucking hell did you get my addy? Or my adress?
I mean... you're Gerard Way!
Gerard: Simple. Your friend Connie told me at Give It A Name. I only just got msn, but she told us yew got our newsletter, so we searched the database for yew... and there yew were =P
Yazz: Holy fuck... I never knew she did that!! =D
Gerard: Lol. So how're yew? And given that opening any thought yet? =P
Yazz: Lol,, I'm good thanks. Yourself? and me and Allie are all for it, but we gotta talk to the rest of the band... we think they'll agree though =P
Gerard: Lol,, I', good thanks. And cool =D
Yazz: How'd yoo find out about us anyway?? Connie??
Gerard: **nodds,, grinning** She told us about yew,, I looked at your myspace,, and found your band one.
Yazz: And you liked our shit?? =P
Gerard: Blatently. =P
Yazz: Lol =P
Gerard: Shit, I gotta go. Email me...? =D
Yazz: Sure =P
Yazz: So Long And Goodnight xoxoxoxoxoxox <33333333333
Gerard: =P So Long And Goodnight xoxoxoxoxoxoxox <333333333333
And with that, Gerard Way went offline.
Ringing. My mobile was next to me, the tune of Our Lady Of Sorrows buzzing away, alerting me that Allie was calling. I picked it up.
Yazz: Yeah'ello.
Allie: Guess what???
Yazz: You're gonna impact peoples lives???
Allie: Haha. We all are. Zoe,, Joe and Zak have agreed to touring!!!
Yazz: DUDE!!! WE'RE GONNA MAKE MUSIC THAT IMPACTS PEOPLES LIVES!!!
Allie: And I get to like your package again. As we'll be on tour for Franks birthday.
Yazz: Haha!!! Yeah,, everybody knows Gerard's sexy. And as I look like him... shit,, that reminds me,, gotta email him with the answer!!! And buy Mikey a birthday present!!!
Allie: I got us covered on the last one. I'll get him something from us. And YOU HAVE GERARD'S EMAIL!?!?
Yazz: Eehee, yeah.
Allie: Lucky. Anyways, I gotta go. Byyeeeeee.
Yazz: So Long And Goodnight.
[Fastforwards to the Third September]
I was sat in front of my blank tv, Allie on one side, Zoe on the other, Joe and Zak sprawled out over the floor. I was rocking back and forwards nervously in my twin revolver ordinary t-shirt, my NJ hoodie, drainpipes and undergrounds. My MCR graffitied black suitcase was lying on one side out in the hallway, along with Allie's matching red one, Zoe's plain black one, Joe's plain pink one and Zak's plain blue one.
"You ready?" Whispered Zoe in my ear.
I nodded, even though I was still coming to terms with the fact I'd been communicating with My Chemical Romance, let alone be meeting them.
The doorbell rung. Taking a deep breath, I wandered out into the hallway, trying to look as calm as possible, my black and orange hair waving frantically by my face.
I opened the wooden door. Standing on the porch was a tall figure compared to myself, clad in black converses, black drainpipes, black shirt, black leather jacket, and black belt with a silver bat buckle - a buckle I knew so well, as I had wanted one ever since I saw it... I had to put up with batman. My eyes glanced upwards quickly into his face. He had paler than pale skin, black mid-length hair and shocking green eyes. He was grinning. I smiled shyly.
"Heyy" I said, gesturing to him to come in.
"Heyy" Gerard replied, smiling. He knew it was me... he'd seen me over webcam. And Connie had shown him pictures. We shook hands briefly, smiling our heads off. I knew why I was. Him, I didn't know.
"The rest of the band are just in there" I whispered, pointing through the door. Gerard nodded, as I went to fetch them.
I returned, Allie and Zoe following me closely, Zak and Joe slighlty further behind. Gerard shook hands with all of them as I introduced everyone.
"Everybody ready?" Gerard asked brightly. I nodded, grabbing my suitcase from the floor, then my guitar case, amp and microphone fro mthe stairs, and held open the door, for the rest of my band to walk through. They did. Eventually, it was just me and Gerard left.
"Ladies first" He grinned, taking the door from me.
"Thankyou" I beamed, walking through. I heard the door slam behind me as Gerard joined me at my side.
I ditched all my equipment in the storage under the main living area on the bus and hauled my case inside, Gerard following. He nodded to the bus driver, signalling that was everyone. I felt the bus shake as we set off to The Hexagon.
When we arrived, we piled off the bus, grabbing our instruments fro mstorage below us. I showed Gerard into the Hexagon - as I had performed there before, I knew everything we had to do. We entered through a door on the ground floor and into where we would be playing - a curtain was covering the choir stalls behind the stage, and all seating on the ground floor had been removed. We all put our instruments on the stage, and me and my band sat on the edge of the stage, just looking out into the space in front of us.
"I can't believe it's really them" Allie whispered to me excitedly. "Frank... he's such an inspiration..."
"Me too, Allie, me too" I replied. "But Gerard's my inspiration and you know it."
"D'you guys wanna go get a drink?" Came a voice from above me. I whipped around, and saw Gerard and Frank standing behind me and Allie. I felt myself go bright red.
"Allie? You wanna go get a drink?" I asked her, grinning, tryign to not have to answer the question myself.
"Sure" she replied.
I nodded in agreement, and poked Zoe, who poked Joe, who poked Zak. They stood up, and we all left the stage, going down to the café to get a drink, leaving the bus driver/technician to look after the instruments.
[This is where Yazz can't remember the exact details of her dream. Somehow,, I get lured away from the group and out of the venue. But to what I remember fully]
I ran down the concrete paths, the rain spattering around my feet. I glanced at my watch - three minuets to seven. Three minuets to get to the Hexagon, before my band went on stage. Three minuets to avoid capture again.
My phone buzzed. I whipped it out, panting into it. "Talk to me!" I yelled.
"Yazz, hurry up! You're about to go on! I'm waiting for you just outside the front doors."
"I'll be there in a minuet,, Connie!" I yelled, hanging up.
I whizzed round a corner. I saw two figures, one significantly shorter than the other, in arguement. The doors were starting to close - it was Connie, who seemed to be joined by a policeman. I heard her yelling about her waiting for me.
"RUN IN-FUCKING-SIDE CONNIE, BEFORE THE DOORS SHUT COMPLETELY!!" I screamed. She heard, and did as I said.
I halted in front of the doors. A large, beefy policeman was guarding them, refusing me entry, and they were slowly closing.
"You don't understand, I have to get in there, I'm meant to be onstage" I panted.
"No go. You might not be who you say you are."
"Yazz, there!" Connie yelled from inside, pointing to a gap to the policemans side. I ran past him and through the gap - but he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back.
The electric doors were closing onto my wrist, crushing it. Glass was smashing and blood was drawn from my veins. The policeman let go of my hand and I toppled through the door and into Connies arms, to screams from the policeman.
"You okay?" She asked.
I nodded, although my face was twisted in sheer agony. I pointed to my wrist, and she nodded, withdrawing a tubeygrip from her pocket.
"That'll have to do before we can get you to hospital" she told me.
I placed my free hand on her shoulder.
"Look, you gotta get in there. Get down the front before its too late. I'll be fine. I'll be there."
She nodded and turned away, running for the doors, as I ran to the backstage door. I wrenched it open, seeing my bandmates gathered around the exit, bidding My Chemical Romance good luck. They all looked rather glum... especially Gerard. I ran up to Allie and grabbed her shoulder.
"What are we waiting for? We gotta get out onstage!" I whispered, picking up Gerard my guitar and my microphone.
"Yazz, Gerard's been worried sick about you! He's about to tell the audiance there's gonna be no support act.
"Well there will be!" I said hysterically, hurling Jimmy at Allie. She grinned.
I was standing by the open door, my band behind me, ready to make our entrance. Gerard was taking up his position behind his microphone, about to talk to his audiance.
"Sorry about the delay" he started. "Theres good reasons behind it. I'm sorry I can't tell you what they are." His voice sounded shaky, as if he had been crying. "But unfortunately, I have to tell you that the support band, Corpse Collision, will-"
"Be playing just before MCR tonight, sorry for you to have to wait that little bit longer for them" I yelled, wrenching Gerard's microphone from its stand, standing next to him, grinning, even though my wrist was burning in pain. My Jackson guitar was swinging loosely around my back.
Gerard looked at be, disbelivingly. His eyes bored deep into mine - they could see the pain I was really in. They swept down to my wrist. His eyes became questioning, their deep green engulfing my own. I nodded slowly. He nodded back, although he still looked worried, and signalled for his band to leave the stage.
I took up my stance behind the microphone. Standing right in front of me was Connie, Loz, Robbie and Carl, staring up at my wrist. I smiled at them and they cheered. And even though we had an injured signer, those were some of my best minuets on stage, our explosive songs more violent than ever.
And just like that, it was over. MCR had played, and were just leaving the stage. My friends had forced me to lie down backstage, my wrist forcing me to squeal in pain. None of them had dared take the tube grip off my wrist.
I heard banging. My friends were pushed away as a new face hung over my own, skin gleaming with sweat, makeup running down his eyes, tears swelling in them. His presence made my screaming stop, even though I was still in utter agony.
Gerard sat down by my side, lacing his fingers around my own. I winced. He looked at me, thoughtful, concerend, worried, caringly.
"You know what I have to do" he whispered.
I nodded, bracing myself for the pain that was about to follow.
"I'll try not to make it hurt much" he continued.
I nodded, drawing breath.
He grasped my lower arm with one hand, gentley lacing his fingers aruond the bloodstained wool around my own fingers, gentley prising it away. I closed my eyes, wishing for the pain to go away, but I knew that wasn't even the beginning of it. He rolled up the wool fro mthe bottom, pulling it away from my mutilated arm. I screamed, trying not to move, not to make the situation any worse.
"Shhh, not much more, you're doing great..." he whispered soothingly. I nodded, the salty tears falling into my throat. A white hot pain flooded my wrist, and then coldness. I screamed.
"It's okay, it's over... shit... we've gotta get you to hospital..."
"Wha..? How bad is it?"
I saw his face move. I felt someone pushing my body forawrds, and then resting my back over their lap. Gerard's face appeared above my own again.
"Are you ready for this?" He asked quietly.
I nodded. Surely, no appearance could beat the pain of what had happened.
He brought my arm slowly up from my side to the side of my face. I looked over a little bit, moving my head. I gasped.
Shards of glass were deep inside my veins as the dried blood masked over the still bleeding wounds. The bones of my wrist seemed to be smashed to peices as the skin of my hand seemed to have peeled away, leaving pacthes of bone visable. My eyes widened. Gerard seemed to have caught my expression and moved my hand away.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay... we'll get you to hospital, everything will be fine... I'll make it be fine." He continued whispering into my ear as paramedics bustled through the door.
A sea of white around me, Gerard's black head sticking close by them. I felt wires and needles being shoved into my skin as I was wheeled out of the Hexagon, Gerard by my side, my friends and the rest of the band following. A paramedic appeared above my face.
"There's only room for four others in the ambulance" she said. "Who do you want with you all the time?"
My answer was almost instant.
"Connie Shaw, Lauren Dempster - they were watching the show tonight. Alison Lind, she's just over there" - I nodded to Allie - "And obviously... Gerard Way." I grinned up at him. The paramedic nodded as she went off to fetch Loz and Connie. Gerard smiled and clambered into the ambulance by my side.
One by one, I saw the familiar yet worried faces of my closest friends gather around me. I flet a jolt as the ambulence started moving.
A paramedic loomed above me, a needle full of fluids in his hand. He had a quick and hushed conversation with Gerard. Gerard nodded and turned to me. I wasn't sure what was going on.
"Yazz, he's gonna have to put you under general... you need an operation now, we can't wait any longer... their gonna have to get the glass out, reconstruct your wrist, cover your hand..."
I nodded, and gestured him closer with my free hand. I felt the paramedic plunge the needle into my arm. Gerard was so close to me I could kiss him.
"I love..." I started, my voice growing hoarse and then silent from the anestetic.
My eyes snapped open. The buzzing of machines around me made me feel dizzy, as wires connected to drips were in my right and good arm. Looking down to my left, I saw something completely unrecognisable. By left hand now looked like something out of Star Wars. It looked like a machine.
I shuffled around in my bed, trying to sit up. Footsteps.
"Hello?" I called out, my voice hoarse and almost silent.
"Shhh." Gerards face appeared above mine, him still in his stage outfit, his red tie flopping down off of his shirt. "You're gonna need you're strength. We're not doing any shows until you're out of here. 'Cuz I love you too." He leaned in closer. I felt the breath catch in my throat. I felt my eyebrows raise up into my black fringe, my jaw dropping. His smiled and leaned even closer to me.
"You're friends are outside. Only one person's allowed to see you at a time. I said I'll watch over you, checking if you'd wake up from the anestetic. You can choose now. Who d'you wanna see?" He was so quiet, but it seemed like everything else had been m,ade silent. Like he was the only one making a noise.
I looked up into his eyes. They were right above my own. So close to my own. I smiled.
"You" I whispered, wrapping my good arm around his neck. He smiled and leant in closer, our eyes closing, lost in our own world together.
So yeah... who else thinks that's weird? =D
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <333333333
Hope everyones having fun at rrf with the band...
Characters (In order of appearance): Yazz (Age 16), Allie (Age 18), My Chemical Romance, Connie (Age 16), Zoe (Age 18), Joe (Age 18), Zak (Age 18), Random bus driver, The Hexagon, A random policeman, Loz (Age 17), Robbie (Age 18) and Carl (Age 18).
One night, me and Allie were driving home after seeing My Chemical Romance headline the Reading Festival. We got out of Allie's car and I shoved my rusty key into the lock and opened the door. We tiptoed inside and found our sleeping bags on the floor of the living room infront of the dvd player. Life On The Murder Scene lay on the coffee table... along with what appeared to be a letter. Allie put the video diary disk into the dvd player as I picked the letter up. It was in a black envelope with red font, adressed to myself. Allie peered over my shoulder at it, looking as blank as I did.
"Should I open it?" I asked curiously.
"Go for it!" Allie grinned, her face illuminated by the tv screen.
I opened it slowly from the seal at the top, withdrawing the letter. I read it, gobsmacked, aloud to Allie. It went like this:
Dear Yazz (It's Yazz, not Yasmin, right?),
Me and my friends were wondering whether you and your band (Corpse Collision) would be interested in being the support band for our world tour. You'd stay in the same tourbus as us and everything. The first gig is due to take place at a venue called The Hexagon... which, I believe, is near to where you live. If you agree, we'll come and collect you and your band from your house on the Third of September at 8am. Remember your inhaler.
Thanks for being our number one fan. We... or mainly, I, wish we can make it up to you.
So Long And Goodnight (as you would say =P),
Gerard Way
Xoxoxoxox
"FUCK YES!!!!" Screamed Allie.
I was stunned. Gerard Way, writing to me. Asking if we could tour with him and My Chemical Romance. It was one of the many things I dreamt about every night, and would never, ever happen. But I was wrong.
"We'll have to talk to the rest of the band though..." I whispered doubtfully.
"They'll be up for it!" Replied Allie in a hurry.
She looked at the watch on her wrist.She glanced up at me again, swearing, and gathering her belongings.
"Fuck, it's later than I thought... fucking 10am. I gotta go."
"Haha okays. I'll speak to the rest of the band."
We walked out onto my front lawn.
"Ready?" I asked.
Allie nodded. Sinking to our knees, we screamed "SO LONG AND GOODNIIIIGGGGHT!" into the crisp morning air. Allie then turned to her heels and ran home.
I strolled back inside and sat down at the pc, signing into msn. A popping noise, and a conversation window had opened. Connie. I glanced at what she said, and gasped. "I'M SEEING MCR AT THE HEXAGON!! PLEASE SAY YOU'RE GOING!!!!!"
I typed back.
Yazz: I'm not just going mate... I'm performing =P
Connie: Omgz!!!
Yazz: Yeah yoo better believe it!
Connie: I can't believe it... it fucking...
A pop, and she was offline. Her msn had probably died, as usual. I looked back to my contacts list, seeing if the band were online. I was in for a suprise. Somebody wished to be added. The msn adress was "gerard.chemicalxromance@hotmail.com". I clicked accpet - it was probably just another crazed fan, just like myself... but less crazed, obviously.
I saw the tiny adress pop up above my contacts list. I went back to searching, just as a tiny pop alerted me that somebody was talking.
I opened the conversation. It was with this gerard.chemicalxromance@hotmail.com... and their name read "Gerard__ox Is this where I'm meant to put something hardcore? BloodOfTheDivineDeadTour <33". That was... weird. There hadn't been a My Chem tour called "Blood Of The Divine Dead". So could it really be...? The conversation said all.
New friend: Heyyy
Yazz: Heyy... I don't mean to be rude or anything... but who are yoo?? XD lol.
New friend: Lol,, I thought yew might of guessed by now.
Yazz: No... so spill =P
New friend: Gerard Way, obviously. The one who sent you the letter =P
Yazz: OHMYGOD.
Gerard: Lol. Thought you might say something like that.
Yazz: How the fucking hell did you get my addy? Or my adress?
I mean... you're Gerard Way!Gerard: Simple. Your friend Connie told me at Give It A Name. I only just got msn, but she told us yew got our newsletter, so we searched the database for yew... and there yew were =P
Yazz: Holy fuck... I never knew she did that!! =D
Gerard: Lol. So how're yew? And given that opening any thought yet? =P
Yazz: Lol,, I'm good thanks. Yourself? and me and Allie are all for it, but we gotta talk to the rest of the band... we think they'll agree though =P
Gerard: Lol,, I', good thanks. And cool =D
Yazz: How'd yoo find out about us anyway?? Connie??
Gerard: **nodds,, grinning** She told us about yew,, I looked at your myspace,, and found your band one.
Yazz: And you liked our shit?? =P
Gerard: Blatently. =P
Yazz: Lol =P
Gerard: Shit, I gotta go. Email me...? =D
Yazz: Sure =P
Yazz: So Long And Goodnight xoxoxoxoxoxox <33333333333
Gerard: =P So Long And Goodnight xoxoxoxoxoxoxox <333333333333
And with that, Gerard Way went offline.
Ringing. My mobile was next to me, the tune of Our Lady Of Sorrows buzzing away, alerting me that Allie was calling. I picked it up.
Yazz: Yeah'ello.
Allie: Guess what???
Yazz: You're gonna impact peoples lives???
Allie: Haha. We all are. Zoe,, Joe and Zak have agreed to touring!!!
Yazz: DUDE!!! WE'RE GONNA MAKE MUSIC THAT IMPACTS PEOPLES LIVES!!!
Allie: And I get to like your package again. As we'll be on tour for Franks birthday.
Yazz: Haha!!! Yeah,, everybody knows Gerard's sexy. And as I look like him... shit,, that reminds me,, gotta email him with the answer!!! And buy Mikey a birthday present!!!
Allie: I got us covered on the last one. I'll get him something from us. And YOU HAVE GERARD'S EMAIL!?!?
Yazz: Eehee, yeah.
Allie: Lucky. Anyways, I gotta go. Byyeeeeee.
Yazz: So Long And Goodnight.
[Fastforwards to the Third September]
I was sat in front of my blank tv, Allie on one side, Zoe on the other, Joe and Zak sprawled out over the floor. I was rocking back and forwards nervously in my twin revolver ordinary t-shirt, my NJ hoodie, drainpipes and undergrounds. My MCR graffitied black suitcase was lying on one side out in the hallway, along with Allie's matching red one, Zoe's plain black one, Joe's plain pink one and Zak's plain blue one.
"You ready?" Whispered Zoe in my ear.
I nodded, even though I was still coming to terms with the fact I'd been communicating with My Chemical Romance, let alone be meeting them.
The doorbell rung. Taking a deep breath, I wandered out into the hallway, trying to look as calm as possible, my black and orange hair waving frantically by my face.
I opened the wooden door. Standing on the porch was a tall figure compared to myself, clad in black converses, black drainpipes, black shirt, black leather jacket, and black belt with a silver bat buckle - a buckle I knew so well, as I had wanted one ever since I saw it... I had to put up with batman. My eyes glanced upwards quickly into his face. He had paler than pale skin, black mid-length hair and shocking green eyes. He was grinning. I smiled shyly.
"Heyy" I said, gesturing to him to come in.
"Heyy" Gerard replied, smiling. He knew it was me... he'd seen me over webcam. And Connie had shown him pictures. We shook hands briefly, smiling our heads off. I knew why I was. Him, I didn't know.
"The rest of the band are just in there" I whispered, pointing through the door. Gerard nodded, as I went to fetch them.
I returned, Allie and Zoe following me closely, Zak and Joe slighlty further behind. Gerard shook hands with all of them as I introduced everyone.
"Everybody ready?" Gerard asked brightly. I nodded, grabbing my suitcase from the floor, then my guitar case, amp and microphone fro mthe stairs, and held open the door, for the rest of my band to walk through. They did. Eventually, it was just me and Gerard left.
"Ladies first" He grinned, taking the door from me.
"Thankyou" I beamed, walking through. I heard the door slam behind me as Gerard joined me at my side.
I ditched all my equipment in the storage under the main living area on the bus and hauled my case inside, Gerard following. He nodded to the bus driver, signalling that was everyone. I felt the bus shake as we set off to The Hexagon.
When we arrived, we piled off the bus, grabbing our instruments fro mstorage below us. I showed Gerard into the Hexagon - as I had performed there before, I knew everything we had to do. We entered through a door on the ground floor and into where we would be playing - a curtain was covering the choir stalls behind the stage, and all seating on the ground floor had been removed. We all put our instruments on the stage, and me and my band sat on the edge of the stage, just looking out into the space in front of us.
"I can't believe it's really them" Allie whispered to me excitedly. "Frank... he's such an inspiration..."
"Me too, Allie, me too" I replied. "But Gerard's my inspiration and you know it."
"D'you guys wanna go get a drink?" Came a voice from above me. I whipped around, and saw Gerard and Frank standing behind me and Allie. I felt myself go bright red.
"Allie? You wanna go get a drink?" I asked her, grinning, tryign to not have to answer the question myself.
"Sure" she replied.
I nodded in agreement, and poked Zoe, who poked Joe, who poked Zak. They stood up, and we all left the stage, going down to the café to get a drink, leaving the bus driver/technician to look after the instruments.
[This is where Yazz can't remember the exact details of her dream. Somehow,, I get lured away from the group and out of the venue. But to what I remember fully]
I ran down the concrete paths, the rain spattering around my feet. I glanced at my watch - three minuets to seven. Three minuets to get to the Hexagon, before my band went on stage. Three minuets to avoid capture again.
My phone buzzed. I whipped it out, panting into it. "Talk to me!" I yelled.
"Yazz, hurry up! You're about to go on! I'm waiting for you just outside the front doors."
"I'll be there in a minuet,, Connie!" I yelled, hanging up.
I whizzed round a corner. I saw two figures, one significantly shorter than the other, in arguement. The doors were starting to close - it was Connie, who seemed to be joined by a policeman. I heard her yelling about her waiting for me.
"RUN IN-FUCKING-SIDE CONNIE, BEFORE THE DOORS SHUT COMPLETELY!!" I screamed. She heard, and did as I said.
I halted in front of the doors. A large, beefy policeman was guarding them, refusing me entry, and they were slowly closing.
"You don't understand, I have to get in there, I'm meant to be onstage" I panted.
"No go. You might not be who you say you are."
"Yazz, there!" Connie yelled from inside, pointing to a gap to the policemans side. I ran past him and through the gap - but he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back.
The electric doors were closing onto my wrist, crushing it. Glass was smashing and blood was drawn from my veins. The policeman let go of my hand and I toppled through the door and into Connies arms, to screams from the policeman.
"You okay?" She asked.
I nodded, although my face was twisted in sheer agony. I pointed to my wrist, and she nodded, withdrawing a tubeygrip from her pocket.
"That'll have to do before we can get you to hospital" she told me.
I placed my free hand on her shoulder.
"Look, you gotta get in there. Get down the front before its too late. I'll be fine. I'll be there."
She nodded and turned away, running for the doors, as I ran to the backstage door. I wrenched it open, seeing my bandmates gathered around the exit, bidding My Chemical Romance good luck. They all looked rather glum... especially Gerard. I ran up to Allie and grabbed her shoulder.
"What are we waiting for? We gotta get out onstage!" I whispered, picking up Gerard my guitar and my microphone.
"Yazz, Gerard's been worried sick about you! He's about to tell the audiance there's gonna be no support act.
"Well there will be!" I said hysterically, hurling Jimmy at Allie. She grinned.
I was standing by the open door, my band behind me, ready to make our entrance. Gerard was taking up his position behind his microphone, about to talk to his audiance.
"Sorry about the delay" he started. "Theres good reasons behind it. I'm sorry I can't tell you what they are." His voice sounded shaky, as if he had been crying. "But unfortunately, I have to tell you that the support band, Corpse Collision, will-"
"Be playing just before MCR tonight, sorry for you to have to wait that little bit longer for them" I yelled, wrenching Gerard's microphone from its stand, standing next to him, grinning, even though my wrist was burning in pain. My Jackson guitar was swinging loosely around my back.
Gerard looked at be, disbelivingly. His eyes bored deep into mine - they could see the pain I was really in. They swept down to my wrist. His eyes became questioning, their deep green engulfing my own. I nodded slowly. He nodded back, although he still looked worried, and signalled for his band to leave the stage.
I took up my stance behind the microphone. Standing right in front of me was Connie, Loz, Robbie and Carl, staring up at my wrist. I smiled at them and they cheered. And even though we had an injured signer, those were some of my best minuets on stage, our explosive songs more violent than ever.
And just like that, it was over. MCR had played, and were just leaving the stage. My friends had forced me to lie down backstage, my wrist forcing me to squeal in pain. None of them had dared take the tube grip off my wrist.
I heard banging. My friends were pushed away as a new face hung over my own, skin gleaming with sweat, makeup running down his eyes, tears swelling in them. His presence made my screaming stop, even though I was still in utter agony.
Gerard sat down by my side, lacing his fingers around my own. I winced. He looked at me, thoughtful, concerend, worried, caringly.
"You know what I have to do" he whispered.
I nodded, bracing myself for the pain that was about to follow.
"I'll try not to make it hurt much" he continued.
I nodded, drawing breath.
He grasped my lower arm with one hand, gentley lacing his fingers aruond the bloodstained wool around my own fingers, gentley prising it away. I closed my eyes, wishing for the pain to go away, but I knew that wasn't even the beginning of it. He rolled up the wool fro mthe bottom, pulling it away from my mutilated arm. I screamed, trying not to move, not to make the situation any worse.
"Shhh, not much more, you're doing great..." he whispered soothingly. I nodded, the salty tears falling into my throat. A white hot pain flooded my wrist, and then coldness. I screamed.
"It's okay, it's over... shit... we've gotta get you to hospital..."
"Wha..? How bad is it?"
I saw his face move. I felt someone pushing my body forawrds, and then resting my back over their lap. Gerard's face appeared above my own again.
"Are you ready for this?" He asked quietly.
I nodded. Surely, no appearance could beat the pain of what had happened.
He brought my arm slowly up from my side to the side of my face. I looked over a little bit, moving my head. I gasped.
Shards of glass were deep inside my veins as the dried blood masked over the still bleeding wounds. The bones of my wrist seemed to be smashed to peices as the skin of my hand seemed to have peeled away, leaving pacthes of bone visable. My eyes widened. Gerard seemed to have caught my expression and moved my hand away.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay... we'll get you to hospital, everything will be fine... I'll make it be fine." He continued whispering into my ear as paramedics bustled through the door.
A sea of white around me, Gerard's black head sticking close by them. I felt wires and needles being shoved into my skin as I was wheeled out of the Hexagon, Gerard by my side, my friends and the rest of the band following. A paramedic appeared above my face.
"There's only room for four others in the ambulance" she said. "Who do you want with you all the time?"
My answer was almost instant.
"Connie Shaw, Lauren Dempster - they were watching the show tonight. Alison Lind, she's just over there" - I nodded to Allie - "And obviously... Gerard Way." I grinned up at him. The paramedic nodded as she went off to fetch Loz and Connie. Gerard smiled and clambered into the ambulance by my side.
One by one, I saw the familiar yet worried faces of my closest friends gather around me. I flet a jolt as the ambulence started moving.
A paramedic loomed above me, a needle full of fluids in his hand. He had a quick and hushed conversation with Gerard. Gerard nodded and turned to me. I wasn't sure what was going on.
"Yazz, he's gonna have to put you under general... you need an operation now, we can't wait any longer... their gonna have to get the glass out, reconstruct your wrist, cover your hand..."
I nodded, and gestured him closer with my free hand. I felt the paramedic plunge the needle into my arm. Gerard was so close to me I could kiss him.
"I love..." I started, my voice growing hoarse and then silent from the anestetic.
My eyes snapped open. The buzzing of machines around me made me feel dizzy, as wires connected to drips were in my right and good arm. Looking down to my left, I saw something completely unrecognisable. By left hand now looked like something out of Star Wars. It looked like a machine.
I shuffled around in my bed, trying to sit up. Footsteps.
"Hello?" I called out, my voice hoarse and almost silent.
"Shhh." Gerards face appeared above mine, him still in his stage outfit, his red tie flopping down off of his shirt. "You're gonna need you're strength. We're not doing any shows until you're out of here. 'Cuz I love you too." He leaned in closer. I felt the breath catch in my throat. I felt my eyebrows raise up into my black fringe, my jaw dropping. His smiled and leaned even closer to me.
"You're friends are outside. Only one person's allowed to see you at a time. I said I'll watch over you, checking if you'd wake up from the anestetic. You can choose now. Who d'you wanna see?" He was so quiet, but it seemed like everything else had been m,ade silent. Like he was the only one making a noise.
I looked up into his eyes. They were right above my own. So close to my own. I smiled.
"You" I whispered, wrapping my good arm around his neck. He smiled and leant in closer, our eyes closing, lost in our own world together.
So yeah... who else thinks that's weird? =D
So Long And Goodnight...
Yazz
xoxoxoxoxox <333333333
Hope everyones having fun at rrf with the band...
