Starled, I dropped the book to the ground and turned around. Standing there was a man. He was about 5 foot 6 inches in height, his black hair slightly long and wavy, pale skin and with longish nose. He was wearing a black Morrissey T shirt and black skinny jeans. He was now looking at the book that I had dropped and walked towards me slowly.
"I--I.." I tried talking but to no avail. He bent down to pick up what I had dropped then stood up to look at me.
"Didn't your parents taught you not to touch things that isn't yours?" he said then tossed the book back on the table."I'm Gerard Way. Frontman of MCR." He said smiling. This guy is mesmerizing!
I cleared my throat before speaking. "I apologize Mr. Way, I just got curious is all."
"Hey, don't worry about it and please, call me Gerard. I feel weird when people call me by my last name." he reached out his hand which I immediately accepted and shooked.
"Okay then, Gerard. I'm April Smith from Global News and I will be conducting your bands interview from now on." I said that made him raise his eyebrows.
"Oh, that explains your curiosity." he chuckled that made him crinkle his eyes. I had a quick glimpse into his eyes and was very surprised of how long and thick his eyelashes were. And his eyes was.... different! It was brown. Hazel brown. Very different from the greenish eyes he has on the picture they sent me.
"Is something wrong, Miss Smith?" Gerard asked looking at me worried.
"I'm very sorry, it's just that your eyes looks different in person.." I trailed off still looking hard at his eyes.
"Oh yeah, I've been told many times. It's the lighting. My eyes change on camera flashes." he looked away, his expression shadowed. "So err, shall we start or you're just gonna stare at me eyes all day?" he smiled.
I immediately looked away realizing I was acting creepy. I cleared my throat," Umm, yes. May we have a sit please?"
He cleared the book filled table and put it to another corner of the room before motioning me to sit. I sat at the other end of the table so that I was facing him. I looked inside my bag and revealed my folder. I placed it on top of the table then looked at Gerard, who was looking at me intently.
"Is something wrong?" I couldn't look straight into his eyes. He just shook his head and continued on what he was doing. I could feel a sweat about to run down my forehead. I gulped," May we start?"
"Your call, Ms. Smith."
"Okay." I reached for my folder and opened it and was about to begin when I read its content. I got the wrong folder! The one I got was their song lyrics I printed the other day. Then I put it to a folder identical to the one I was supposed to be holding right now. God, I am just so--
"You okay? You look a little pale." He asked with concern covering his tone. Shit. Do I? I got to keep my cool. I'll have to improvise.
I cleared my throat," Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Just a slight problem. And please, just call me April. We're basically the same age." I babbled without thinking. I don't know if it's just my imagination but his expression went blank for a second there but quickly came back to normal.
Since I forgot my papers, I had to ask the once I had memorized and make up the others. I can do this, I thought. I readied my voice recorder and started with a very basic question.
"It says on your bio that you decided to start your band on September 11th, after the incident at the World Trade Center," I recalled making sure to glance at the paper I'm holding from time to time,"Do you have any particular reason why?"
