Gerard's POV
After a god awful, dreadfully long flight, I finally made it to Earth. Specifically Las Vegas Nevada, heading up to Los Angeles California. I've been needing a vacation for a while, especially after MCR's breakup, recording my own album, and all the shit that came with that. It's been great, don't get me wrong! It's just a bit stressful you know?
I stumble off the plane stairs and into the Las Vegas airport. I get weird stares, whispers, and parents bringing their children closer to them when I walk by. I get this a lot unfortunately, you see my race is called "Helimo."
(Hell-E-Mo.) We have big black eyes, small antennas that are often hidden by our hair, and are lot taller than most humans. A lot like Mantis from "Guardians Of The Galaxy." Other than that, we look just like every one else. Well, some of us have tails but that's another thing.
I call an Uber to take me up to L.A and sit the farthest away from humans as I can. Not by choice, mind you. After waiting for a while, I see my ride and get in, directing him in the way of Los Angeles.