For the love of Music
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Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
My Chemical Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,193
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
For the love of Music
*disclaimer-I do not own Frankie or MCR (but I wish I did!) But the main female character is mine, so mits off!!
"Another boring day" you mutter to yourself as you roll out of your bed. The black sheets are intangled around your body as the sun wakes you. Stumbling to the mirror, you remember what today is. Today is the battle of the bands, and the prize is to TOUR with My Chemical Romance. You figured this is finally gonna be your break. Mom and Dad didn't approve much, and didn't talk to you much, since they think you would do more good for the world as a lawyer or teacher or some shit like that. You love your music too much to let it go to waste in a dead end job. You look at the clock and panic...it's 1 in the afternoon!!
"SHIT!" You have to get to practice in an hour! You quickly throw your long, raven black hair into a ponytail, throw some black eye liner and blood red lipstick on your pale skin and toss on a tee shirt and jeans. You grab your cons half way out the door. You could change before the show into something more suitable for the lead singer of an otherwise all guy band.
You stumble into practice, only 5 minutes late, and tell the guys to start up. Ryan plugs his green guitar into an amp. Ryan is like your little brother, and love how that guitar matches his eyes. Chuck gets off his ass and plugs his clear guitar in too. Chuck is the smart alec, and sometimes you wonder why do don't throw him out of the band, but deep down he's your brother by band too. Mike finishes tuning his bass and sets up. Mike and Chuck are brothers, but Mike is much more musically serious, and is amazing at writing music. Finally, Jeff gets on the drums and asks which song you want to do first.
"Let's warm up with a classic...I'm Not Okay" You love to cover MCR. You jolt into the song, and you think you voice is in the best condition it's ever been. You start to go through you own songs, and in the middle of the song you wrote "Never Again For You" Chuck fucks up the song. Screaming in fustration "NO NO NO for the MILLIONTH time, it's 3 3 2 2 4, not 3 3 2 2 2!" Your rip his guitar way and show him. Your first love was the guitar, and even though Chuck is amazing, you think he is trying to piss you off.
You resume practice, and then get ready for the show. Clad in black and red bondage pants with handcuffs on them, and ripped black shirt with fishnets and your favorite part of cons, you are ready for the show. Your eyes are perfectly rimmed in charcol black and your lips are a flaming crimson. Then you hear over the intercom, "And our final act for tonight, please welcome, MY FRIDAY-NITE SPECIAL." That was your cue. As you walked to the stage, you hear "Good luck", and that was the first time you saw him.
"Another boring day" you mutter to yourself as you roll out of your bed. The black sheets are intangled around your body as the sun wakes you. Stumbling to the mirror, you remember what today is. Today is the battle of the bands, and the prize is to TOUR with My Chemical Romance. You figured this is finally gonna be your break. Mom and Dad didn't approve much, and didn't talk to you much, since they think you would do more good for the world as a lawyer or teacher or some shit like that. You love your music too much to let it go to waste in a dead end job. You look at the clock and panic...it's 1 in the afternoon!!
"SHIT!" You have to get to practice in an hour! You quickly throw your long, raven black hair into a ponytail, throw some black eye liner and blood red lipstick on your pale skin and toss on a tee shirt and jeans. You grab your cons half way out the door. You could change before the show into something more suitable for the lead singer of an otherwise all guy band.
You stumble into practice, only 5 minutes late, and tell the guys to start up. Ryan plugs his green guitar into an amp. Ryan is like your little brother, and love how that guitar matches his eyes. Chuck gets off his ass and plugs his clear guitar in too. Chuck is the smart alec, and sometimes you wonder why do don't throw him out of the band, but deep down he's your brother by band too. Mike finishes tuning his bass and sets up. Mike and Chuck are brothers, but Mike is much more musically serious, and is amazing at writing music. Finally, Jeff gets on the drums and asks which song you want to do first.
"Let's warm up with a classic...I'm Not Okay" You love to cover MCR. You jolt into the song, and you think you voice is in the best condition it's ever been. You start to go through you own songs, and in the middle of the song you wrote "Never Again For You" Chuck fucks up the song. Screaming in fustration "NO NO NO for the MILLIONTH time, it's 3 3 2 2 4, not 3 3 2 2 2!" Your rip his guitar way and show him. Your first love was the guitar, and even though Chuck is amazing, you think he is trying to piss you off.
You resume practice, and then get ready for the show. Clad in black and red bondage pants with handcuffs on them, and ripped black shirt with fishnets and your favorite part of cons, you are ready for the show. Your eyes are perfectly rimmed in charcol black and your lips are a flaming crimson. Then you hear over the intercom, "And our final act for tonight, please welcome, MY FRIDAY-NITE SPECIAL." That was your cue. As you walked to the stage, you hear "Good luck", and that was the first time you saw him.