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The Changing Tour IntroIt was the start of a new tour with the typical waiting game scenario already in play. One band was ready and waiting in the main area of the first hotel they were staying in and the other
.Well that was why they were still waiting. The other band hadn't turned up yet even though they were due almost an hour ago. The said band waiting was none other then my chemical romance.'Geee Babyyyy I'm Hungryyyyy,' Whined frank into the silence tugging at the said singers hand desperately for what felt like the hundredth time that half hour, The only response he got was the same as all the other times, A sigh and a roll of the brown eyes before they settled back on the room door patiently.'Frank shut up!' Growled Mikey who was sitting next to his brother, ' Gees not going to give in either. Your staying put!''He might
' Mumbled Frank slowly looking over at Gerard slowly looking hopeful and pleading.'No Frank,' Said Gerard carefully and slowly making sure he spoke every syllable prop
Skeletons on Parade - FrerardTheres a small island that seems to be in the middle of no where. Everyone going through their days excruciatingly slow. It feels like everyone is dead, really. I find it quite boring. All anyone ever does here is pray to God. I find that boring as well.I run a small shop in town. Not many people come in but I'm still out shopping for the stupid place.Everything was going fine until the bell sounded, everyone dropping what they were doing and running for their lives. The bell sounds every once in a while. It lets everyone know that the dead are coming.Did I forget to mention that tidbit of information? The town is a strange place. The dead come, getting up from their graves, catacombs, tombs. Anything you can put the dead in really. Our town stopped burying people long ago. The city is nearly ancient but it's always the same for whatever reason. The dead come up, walking around looking to stir up some havoc. With just one touch, you're one of them. Dead.The sun went from shinning b
One Last Time. -Sad Frerard One Shot-I am searching for you. These words that must fill your ears have been caught in my throat for what feels like an eternity. The creaking of the bedroom door rings loudly as it breaks the dead silence that once consumed the room.The bed is empty but the sheets and pillows are scattered. On the floor lays a busted plastic bag. White powder is spilled on the floor. The drug looked almost like diamonds sparkling from the sunlight coming from the open window. I cringed at the sight of it. As I made my way to the window, there was a draft that made the bright red curtains look like dancing flames.My heart is pounding as I see you. There you are. On the floor, 14 stories below the apartment which I stand. I can't see you well but your eyes are open and your beautiful black hair is spread on the concrete. Tears are racing down my face. My heart is racing a mile a minute but my brain and body are frozen. I begin to feel weak and my body feels like its going to collapse. As soon as