Chapter 2

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Your POV

We walk towards the venue, it had red and black roses surrounding it. "Hey, I gotta go backstage and practice, cause yea," Frank says. I nod and smile sadly. "At least I got to meet one of my favorite people in the world," I say. "Awwww, thanks Angel face!" I gleam at him. "Maybe I'll see you later," he says before sliding something into my jeans pocket. Then he left into the venue.

I squeal once he's completely gone. I then remember the thing he left in my pocket, meet and greet passes. "Frankie, I adore you even more.." I whisper before rushing to the line. I smile just thinking back on the past events.

Franks POV

"HOLY SHIT GUYS!! SORRY I'M LATE!" I shout rushing onto the stage. I put my guitar strap over my head and check to see if it's in tune. "I'm so so sORRY! I went to get coffee and the line was hella long," I tell the guys. "It's fine Frank! It's not like you were doing something you thought was more important than practice. You simply thought you had enough time to grab a cup of coffee. By any chance did you bring me a cup?" Gerard asks. "Yea of course Sass Queen!" I tell him.

I hand him the coffee I bought for him. "Thank youuuuuuuuuu Frank!" Gerard shouts, flailing around like a new born deer. "No problemo. Oh I met a fan in the subway, she was really nice and not to mention kinda pretty," I tell them as they set up their instruments for the beginning of the concert. "Ooh, how pretty? On a scale from Angel to Gerard?" Ray asks. "Bitch, you cannot compare me to an angel! I'm much better looking!" Gerard huffs, crossing his arms.

"Definitely an Angel, Ray," I tell him.

Your POV

The line starts moving forward as we rush into the arena. I show my ticket, and search for a perfect spot. I find one in the center. 'Dad would've loved to come, too bad he had to pick up an extra shift..' I think. The dark room, suddenly become darker. The ceiling of the venue is painted like the night sky so the fake stars produce the only light.

The stage lights suddenly flash on, then off. Then suddenly Gerard is at the microphone, Ray at his guitar as well as Frank at his, Mikey at his bass, and Bob on the drums. I smile at the group in front of my eyes. There's a few strums from Frank as he looks up from his guitar and into the crowd. I feel like we make eye connection, but I don't know if it was just me or anything. He suddenly smirks, and goes back to his guitar.

Gerard grabs ahold of the microphone. "THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO-" Gerard cuts himself off and walks over to Frank. They say a few words, and Gerard returns to the mic. "THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO FRANK'S GRANDMOTHER! IT'S CALLED TEENAGERS!" Me and the rest of the crowd laughs.

"They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen outta you.
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you son
So they can watch all the things you do!

"BeCAUSE THE DRUGS NEVER WORK!
THEY'RE GONNA GIVE YOU A SMIRK
CAUSE" Gerard stops and holds the mic out towards the crowd. Which they, well we finish the lyric. "THEY GOT METHODS OF KEEPING YOU CLEAN!"

"THEY'RE GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEADS
YOUR ASPIRATIONS TO SHREDS
ANOTHER CLOG IN THE MURDER MACHINE

"THEY SAID ALL
TEENAGERS SCARE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!
THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED!
SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES!
OR STRICK A VIOLENT POSE!
MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE BUT NOT ME!

"The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names never stick.
You're never gonna fit in much kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will MAKE THEM PAY FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY DID!!

"THEY SAID ALL
TEENAGERS SCARE
THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!
THEY COULD CARE LESS AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED!
SO DARKEN YOU CLOTHES OR STRICK A VIOLENT POSE!
MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE BUT NOT ME!"

I look over at Frank whilst singing along. Oh no, he was coming closer to Gerard. Either he's about to do something Ferard or he's going crazy while playing guitar. Probably the latter. Gerard turns to face Frank, confused as to why he was over there. Frank just head bangs and starts to jump around.

The concert ends, and it was so much fun. I walk towards the meet and greet line. The line sometimes move quickly, sometimes slowly.

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