This Band Will Save Your Life || Frank Iero

Chapter 13: This War Against Your Faith In Me

Frank's POV

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I watched Fallyn as she stood up from the couch and put the guitar strap around her neck.
Gerard sung, she played and it sounded great.

I'd only been giving her lessons for a couple of days and she already sounded amazing, there is no way that she could play like this without having picked up a guitar before.
Maybe she was a guitar player who had amnesia and forgot all about her knowledge of guitar playing and she just started to remember it.

That sounded very stupid.

She obviously had no idea what she was doing with a guitar when I first gave it to her, she didn't even know what a fret board was.
She might be unusually gifted with nothing else going on.

Even though I'd only taught her the chords of Cemetery Drive once and I'd never seen her practice them it was amazing to watch as she was somehow able to remember all of the chords and keep up with Ray and Gee.

Is there a chance that she was the illegitimate daughter of Angus Young or something like that?
I'm the greatest guitar teacher ever.

Halfway through the second verse she stopped playing, took off the guitar strap and put Pansy on the sofa next to Bob before running out of the room.
I stood there like dunce wondering what had happened, she was playing excellently one moment and next thing she was running away.

Ray stopped playing and looked around with a confused expression as Gerard followed her into the bunk area.
I heard her crying and had to push back the temptation to go in there and comfort her like Gee was doing.

Despite my restrictions I could still hear what she was saying in the other room and I felt bad when she said that Cemetery Drive was her friend Katelyn's favourite song.
Gerard came back to the living room and I heard the sound of Fallyn's heartbeat slowing down.  
She must be going back to sleep.

"We've gotta stop now. She's having a nap and I don't want to wake her up until we get to the city."

We all agreed and Ray, Mikey and I packed our stuff up but left it in the living room because Fallyn was asleep in the bunks and none of us wanted to wake her.
When things were placed away carefully enough that our guitar cases and amps wouldn't fall over and crash into stuff when the bus went round a corner, the group went into the kitchen for food.

I stayed in the living room because I wasn't feeling very hungry or talkative.
There was nothing on tv except for informercials and religious stuff so I sat on the couch and stared at the wall.
The guys were laughing loudly in the other room, we were all excited about the upcoming show.

It was going to be three shows then we'd be having a break for a couple of months so we could enjoy Christmas and winter, well, Ray wouldn't enjoy it but the rest of us would.
There is a chance of the Way brothers sulking though because we'll be unable to get back to New Jersey in time for Christmas.

They don't get all the sulking rights though because none of us will be able to see our families.
The good thing is that the band is somehow its own family.

Gerard was the Mum and Dad.

Mikey was the angst riddled teenager who didn't fit in with anyone.

Ray was the big brother who gave everyone advice.

Bob was the bookworm who hardly talked.

I was the kid who ruined all the family photos and had to be sent to a summer correctional camp.

And Fallyn was the adopted one everybody took care of.

So yeah, that's our epically screwed up version of the Partridge Family.
I smiled and stood up to go into the kitchen when I heard a light thump come from the bunks.