Wait, Stay.

One.

It was five minutes before show time. I watched Mikey frantically try to get his shit together backstage, chuckling to myself. This was our first real show in front of anyone who wasn't our parents, and we were all on edge.

I had already thrown up twice before I even saw Mikey, so maybe I shouldn't have been laughing, but I couldn't help myself.

As I looked around I noticed Ray was surprisingly calm given the circumstances. If anyone was ready for this, it was Ray; he had been playing guitar for as long as I've known him and it really showed. The guy was fucking awesome.

I felt something warm hit the back of my leg and turned around quickly to see Matt holding his now empty cup and staring sheepishly at the wet spot on my pants.

"Ah what the fuck, man? I just washed these jeans and now I look like I pissed myself," I sighed angrily. Matt just looked at me blankly. He can be a real asshole sometimes, and clearly he doesn't do his own laundry.

"One minute till show time everyone! Get your shit and be ready to get on stage!" I jumped as the stage manager yelled. I quickly glanced at the rest of the guys who looked anxious. This was our chance to make it big. Grabbing Mikey's wrist, I led the guys to the side of the stage. "This is it. It's now or never. This band is our last chance at something great. We just have to-"

"Shut the fuck up, Gerard. You make a speech every time we order a fucking pizza. Now is not the time." Mikey giggled. The rest of the band cracked up and I gave Mikey my best death glare. We might be brothers but that doesn't mean I'm above killing him... or at least tormenting him in his sleep. Although jokes weren't the original plan, they got the job done. Mikey in particular was no longer shaking with nervous energy and everyone seemed to lighten up as well. I smiled smugly to myself.

We all heard the manager tell us to get our asses on stage. The guys grabbed their equipment and we ran out onto the stage. My jaw dropped a little as I stood in front of the mic, staring out at all the people.I started by yelling into the mic, "We are... My! Chemical! Romance!" We went straight into playing Skylines and I searched the crowd for a familiar face. For every person I recognized, there were ten that I didn't.

We were three songs in when I glanced down at the first row and spotted the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I stared at him in awe for a moment and he seemed to be staring back at me, mesmerized. For the rest of the show I couldn't help but stare down to the front row at this kid. I didn't know who he was, but I wanted to...