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Zungenbrecher

Zungenbrecher (noun. german)

A phrase that is very hard to pronounce even for native speakers due to its sequence of letters

Tounge twister

"Gerard, if you don't stop whining I will cut your throat. You're 25. You're not too old for this so stop saying that", Mikey groaned after I had complained about the cold air and the loud music that wasn't even that loud from outside the club.

It was Saturday night and Mikey hadn't been able to sit still this whole day because he was so excited to celebrate his birthday at the SEASIDE. I was already annoyed by that but when I found out that we still had to wait in line even though we were on the guest list, that feeling just got worse.
At least we had made it almost to the front after about half an hour of standing in the cold. Of course I was dressed rather lightly because - like I said - I didn't expect to have to wait outside. All around me I could hear people chatting over the bass of the music coming from inside the club.

Mikey had brought four friends whose names I didn't care enough to learn. I have never seen them and i would probably never see them again. All i knew was that i was about to be the third wheel all evening. Or rather the sixth wheel in my case.

"I'm sorry, Mikes", I sighed. I didn't want to ruin his birthday with my bad mood.

I hadn't been in a bad mood when I woke up this morning. Actually, I was rather excited to go to the club. The last time I had been partying was when I was 16 and I had always felt like I was missing out on a lot of fun because of all the work I was doing at that time. Having the opportunity to revive my teenage days made my heart flutter.
All of that changed when I couldn't find the right thing to wear.
I took Frank Iero's warning very serious so I had spent more than an hour just looking at my wardrobe.
My only problem was, that I had absolutely no clue how to dress for an event like this.
Should I be casual, like I would dress to a normal party? But what if everybody else came all dressed up? It was a high society establishment after all.

After two mental breakdowns  I had Mikey pick out some black pants and a white blouse like shirt for me that I left unbuttoned at the top. The shirt gave the whole outfit a more serious and professional look while having the top open made it more casual.
But even though I had finally found the perfect thing to wear, my mood was already ruined.

"Names?"

I was so caught up in my thoughts, i didn't even realise that the two girls in front of us had already talked the tall guy in front of the entrance into letting them into the club. I didnt know if their names were on the list or if they only got in because they were pretty and showed enough cleavage.

"Uhm... it's Way. Gerard Way?", I quickly said and looked back to Mikey and his four friends, hoping that they would keep it together enough for me not to get in trouble.
The man checked the papers he had clipped to a board and with every page he flipped the more nervous I got.
What if Frank was just fucking with us after all and didn't put our names on the list? Mikey would be so disappointed.

"We are-... Frank Iero should have called and-...", I started but got interrupted.

"Yeah okay i see your name here. It's you and your friends over there?"
He nodded over to Mikey and the other four.

"Yes exactly. Six people.", I said.

The man gave me a weird look before looking each one of us up and down. First me and Mikey, then his three female and his one male friend last.
He hesitated before finally nodding and stepping aside.
Before we could enter the club he handed each of us a bracelet. I had seen him giving those to all the people getting in.