Frerard (Life On The Murder Scene)

The manager

Dear diary

Throughout the show I could see men dressed in black running around in the crowd with black masks. They were taking pictures and they were desperate to get them. I recognised skinny Timmy. He was the tall thin guy that used to be in Mikeys hang out. I’d know him anywhere. After the show we didn’t trust anyone. We kept giving looks to only talk to the people we knew. Thank god we didn’t have a meet and greet tonight. I’m exhausted. I hope me and Frank get to have a shower together without anyone noticing. I’m not even sure if the guys know about us yet. I love him to pieces thank god no one died – Gerard

Just as I closed my diary and put it in my back pocket, Our manager walked up to us sitting on the couch. ''Come on guys the bus is waiting'' he mumbled. Frank and I jogged down the hallway and out the door.

Suddenly just as we were about to enter the bus we heard a loud BANG! And a loud scream of pain. I turned around to see our manager lying in the middle of the parking lot just meters from where I was standing. I ran over to him, kneeled down and picked up his head. I looked at his shirt. Blood ... everywhere... Frank comes running over too me, but I ignore him. He pulls at my shirt and points in the direction of a group of men caring shot guns. The world slows down. I can’t hear a thing. Just my heart beat. I place my manager’s head down and signal the security guards to bring him with us. I grab Franks hand and run to the tour bus. It’s a relief to see a real bus driver; I wouldn’t trust Mikey again after what happened before. He closed the door after security left my manager on the table and they exited the bus. This new bus was way bigger and cleaner but had all our stuff in it. He was still breathing. The bus driver drove off as fast as the engine could carry us. Ray got the first aid kit. ''Here do something I don’t know what to do!'' He handed it to Mikey ''Why me? I have no idea what to do. Frank?'' We all looked at Frank who began to take of the bleeding mans shirt and wrapping the bandage around him. ''If we take his shirt off we can put a bandage around the wound to stop it from bleeding.'' he said wrapping the bandage around our shirtless manager. Soon the bleeding stopped but there was no sign of life. We bowed our heads and blessed ourselves. The man was dead. Mikey placed him on the three seated couch under the window away from our bedrooms. Just in case he becomes a zombie and tries to eat us in the night. We slowly made our way back to our rooms to get undressed. Frank and I called the first shower. We got in the small cubical that had enough space for two grown men. Frank touched me. I touched him. I put my hands on his hips... and we kissed. This was like no other kiss we’ve ever had. This is what you’d call a French tongue (My favourite). It seemed to last forever. When it was over we washed each other. After that we dried each other. I peeked out the door. ''coast is clear.'' At that we ran down (naked) to my room and well you know what happens after that (sex, blowjob exc).