I follow him to his house, it's huge! I hesitate before following him through the doorway. He leads me straight upstairs. Frank takes me to his room. When I walk in, I look around, amazed. He has posters of bands that I love, everywhere!
He smiles at me and I melt, his smile is so beautiful! Just like the rest of him.. Only now do I take in what he's wearing, he has an AC/DC shirt, skinny black jeans and Converse shoes.
"I'll get you something to wear, and we can put your shirt in the wash, okay?" he says.
I just nod and give him a greatful smile.
He hands me a black Guns 'n' Roses shirt and I smile, I love Guns 'n' Roses!
After I change and Frank puts my bloodstained shirt in the wash, we go back into his room.
"So what do you wanna do now?" Frank asks me.
I look around his room, and see a Les Paul (An awesome guitar, google it.) He grins.
"Wanna hear me play?" he asks, while taking in my expression.
"Oh fuck yeah!" I say.
Frank goes over to get his guitar. As he's plugging it in, he says "I can't really sing so.. don't laugh!"
I smile as he starts so play a song that I know straight away, I Remember You, by Skid Row. As he is singing, I find myself joining in. I sing the lyrics with him and then he notices. He looks surprised and stops singing, but he keeps playing. At this point, I try to stop, I never sing in front of anyone before.. But for some reason, I can't. I keep singing on until the end of the song. When Frank is finished, he puts down his guitar and looks at me, stunned. I feel my face getting hot.
"That was amazing!" he says, sounding excited.
I just look at my shoes, not sure what to say.
"Gerard! Seriously! Your voice is so beautiful!" he says, blushing.
I look up at him and bite my lip. He just said my voice was beautiful..
