Kill Your Heroes: A My Chemical Romance Fic

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Desolation Row — My Chemical Romance ( Bob Dylan cover )

Adeline scrambled up the stairwell of her brother's band studio, she had been ten minutes late. This entire day has just been spent doing the exact thing she hated more than anything: running.

The studio reminded her of an old gothic style apartment complex. The inside was something she'd work on taking in later on, the yellow paint was peeling off the walls and the marble stairs echoed with each step she took ascending up them.
Adeline stopped before a pale oak door, she could hear music beyond it. And a voice, melodic and punk singing.

Gerard was already here. She wished for the best case scenario, where she couldn't stare at him or hear him or breathe near him or— The door swung open, Mikey came face to face with the girl, startling her. Adeline let out a small gasp "Oh fuck-"
"Hey. You good?" the bassist greeted, smiling a very small bit in bemusement of her reaction "Y-yeah." she nods "Hi Mikey."

"A! Hey!" Ray got up, setting down his instrument "Hi." she greeted passively "How've you been doing?" he hugged her, his smile stretching from ear to ear "Ray, you just saw me Tuesday." she said wrapping an arm around him. Her gaze lifted and she saw in the sound studio, staring back at her, Gerard.

They exchanged a quick glance and she separated from her brother "Well it's Friday now so what I miss, what's been up?"
Ray had always been involved in her life, in it or not, he insisted on showing interest in the things she liked or make sure she was keeping social "Went to get some coffee today." she shrugged "The barista was nice. We talked a little bit?"

Ray's expression reflected one of approval "I see. You were late chattin' it up with guys." he teased.
"Ray," Gerard muttered, catching his friend's attention "Yeah, what's up?"

Sliding the studio headphones over his ears "Don't ever say 'chattin' it up', like, ever again, please."
The guitarist rolled his eyes to the back of his head. Or, figuratively speaking, rolled them to the back of his head. Adeline suppressed a smirk "He's right you know. You sound totally dorky."

"Yeah, well—" before he could retort something back to her Frank broke in between them "Yo, we have to work on 'Desolation Row', sometime today, yeah?" he smiled excitedly as he entered the recording studio, fist bumping Gerard and starting up lively conversation with his friend.

Mikey stood next to Adeline "Yeah." he cheerily affirmed, "How cool is that anyways? I mean, it's not really expected until next year but," he trailed off looking at her "It's gonna be in the 'Watchmen' movie." ecstaticness oozed from his words, Adeline raised her brows "That comic was kickass, I didn't even know they were making a movie for it?"
"Oh yeah, man. They are. It's gonna be really cool, I'm sure. We should go see it when it comes out!"
A slanted grin of enthusiasm crossed her face "We totally could..?"

Mikey was like an excited child but Gerard called him inside hastily. He entered the room and closed the door behind him, she could see them through the glass and stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with herself. Avoiding looking at Gerard, but trying to look for Ray for guidance... Which was hard to do since he was leaning over to the singer.

"Hey, why don't you just sit down by the soundboard?" Bob pointed to an office chair across from a soundboard connected to the glass wall in front of them "Okay!" Adeline said plopping herself onto the red leather chair, wheeling herself around on it as the boys tuned their instruments. Adeline undid her hair and messed with it, just so she could put it up in a small bun with the rest of her hair flowing onto her shoulders.

"Alright you guys." Gerard said aloud, in a very dominant tone that snapped even Adeline to attention, she slid her coat off her shoulders and sat criss cross on the seat. Listening attentively to the singer "One! Two!—" he began with an energy that Gerard didn't usually bring to the studio.
"—A one, two, three, four!" Bob finished as they all began to play.