"Do or die, you'll never make me, because the world, will never take my heart! Go and try you'll never break me. We want it all, we wanna play this part."
"WE'LL CARRY ON!"
"THANK YOU MEXICO!"
"YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING FANTASTIC!"
The next thing I knew the door to the dressing room burst open and a very sweaty Gerard stormed in with Mikey on his back.
"That was AWESOME!" Mikey shouted, sliding down off of Gerard.
"It sounded awesome." I assured him.
"You should have seen it." Frank, the bands guitarist chuckled, "Biggest venue yet."
"I wish I could have." I replied, shifting uncomfortably on the couch where I was lying awkwardly with a package of frozen peas on my package, or the place where my package until the day before had been.
"How you feeling?" Gerard questioned, crossing over to the table against the opposite wall and picking up a water bottle.
"Like someone cut my dick off." I muttered.
"Well.... I mean, they did." Mikey pointed out.
"Oh thanks, I had no idea." I snapped.
"Just wait until they cut your chest open and cram stuff inside...it'll feel all tight and...."
"Mikey leave her alone." Gerard laughed.
Holding his hands up in surrender Mikey plopped down on the arm of the couch.
"Well," Ray, the band's lead guitarist sighed, "This has been real and all, but there is a long list of chicks who'd be terribly disappointed if I didn't bang them like Bobby boy's drums, so I'm gonna make like a banana and split. Good luck with your penis pus sy mini way."
Feeling my cheeks grow red with embarrassment I pulled a pillow over my face as the rest of the band burst into peals of laughter.
"You guys suck." I grumbled.
"No Love, that's you." Mikey snickered.
"Gerard!" I shouted.
"What?" he laughed, "I didn't say it."
"Do something!" I whined.
Shrugging, he reached over and smacked Mikey in the balls.
"I don't miss that." I admitted.
"As soon as you get boobs I'm going to punch you right in the tit." Mikey grumbled, rolling around on the floor in agony.
Chuckling to himself, Gerard pulled his phone out of his pocket and rising to his feet, stepped over Mikey.
"Where are you going?" I questioned.
"I gotta call Linz and Bandit." He replied, referring to his wife and daughter.
"Tell them I say hi." Mikey mumbled, his voice muffled by the carpet.
"Will do." Gerard chuckled, before leaving the room.
"So Jess," Frank sighed, "How are you liking tour so far?"
"Dude she must hate it." Mikey laughed, "One chick living with us, the bus smells like ass, jizz and nacho cheese."
"Ew." I whispered.
Frank smiled sympathetically.
"I like it." I said slowly, shooting Mikey a look, "There isn't any place I'd rather be."
