To The End (ferard)

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Franks POV

I stand at a bar while I am watching this band perform. There is a tall bassist, introverted drummer, an awkward guitarist with his hair straightened, and an incredibly talented singer. I believe they are called My Chemical Romance, which is a fucking good name. The bartender slides me a neat scotch, I have had a rough week. My band Pencey Prep just broke up. Maybe this band needs a guitarist. The show ends and I go towards the singer, he had semi-short hair that was all sweaty from performing.

"Hi, I'm Frank. Frank Iero." I hold out my hand for the singer to shake.

"Hi, I'm Gerard Way. What did you think of the show?" He shakes my hand.

"It was fantastic! I was wondering if you were looking for a guitarists?" I ask him looking at his eyeliner-smudged eyes. God, were they mesmerizing.

"I am so glad you asked! See, our lead guitarist feels a little bit overwhelmed with all the notes he has to play. He was just about to put an ad, but you look like you fit the picture for our band. I will send Ray over here to meet you." Gerard says, I knew a Ray in high school. I wonder if that is him

Who I believe is Ray, comes over towards me.

"Wait, Frank? Is that you?" Ray says.

"Holy shit! Ray Toro! Haven't seen you since Mikey Way's graduation party! How is Mikey doing? I don't think he went to college." I say shaking my head, considering I am a college drop-out.

"Actually, he invited me to join his brother's band. Remember from the graduation party the guy who ate all the cotton candy? That is Mikey's brother, Gerard. He kind of started the band." Ray says to me, pointing at Gerard.

"That is unbelievable! He lost so much weight! Like wow!" I say in amazement.

"So, you want to join the band?" Ray asks.

"Hell yeah I do!" I say

"Well, congrats Frank, you are the new addition to My Chemical Romance. You will swing by this address 9am tomorrow for practice. It's Gerard's parents house. But, they are 100% on board with the band. Just don't act like a criminal." Ray says, then laughs.

"I will try my best. See, you tomorrow." I say nodding.

"Oh yeah, Frank?" Ray says in a disappointed tone. I nod at him. "Dreads aren't your thing." he says as I half-smile.

*next day*

Wake Up. Throw Up. Shower.

I change into jeans with rips in the knees and a worn out Beatles shirt, sling my guitar case around my shoulder and drive to the address. I haven't been to that house in forever, I wonder if Mrs.Way remember's me. I pull up in the driveway of their 60s style home and ring on the Way's doorbell. Gerard opens the door shortly after and smiles at me.

"Come in, our drummer is a little late but we practice in the garage. I will take you there." Gerard says

He takes to the garage where Ray and Mikey are tuning their guitars/basses.

"Frank! Haven't seen you in ages!" Mikey waves at me, pushes up his glasses, and gets back to tuning.

I get my guitar out and start tuning as well. "Which key do we tune it in?" I ask meekly since I feel really weird in my stomach. Almost like butterflies. I shake out the feeling as the drummer walks in.

"Who's the new guy?" Matt asks Gerard.

"This is Frank, our new guitarist. He will be helping Ray out so that Ray can relax." Gerard says to Matt.