Desolation Row || Gerard Way Oneshot

I'm On Desolation Row, Sugar

His black hair was as wild as the look in his dark eyes and there wasn't a single person in the audience who wasn't completely captivated.

I stood transfixed, crushed in the crowd watching him on the stage in his black leather jacket and ripped jeans looking dangerous and owning everyone.

He's charming too or at least that's what I've heard from the girls who've met him.

I wanted to know what he was really like but I've never had the guts, he's too intimidating and I'd end up stumbling over my words anyway.

Completely perfect and almost every girls dream, he was also a bit of a whore who shamelessly brought at least one girl a night back to his flat above the music hall where his band played. I could imagine being one of those girls but knew I'd never actually have the nerve to do it.

The first time I went to one of the bands gigs I knew I wanted him but I didn't want to be one of the desperate girls who went to the side of the stage once the gig was over, hoping they'd be the lucky ones picked for the night.

Ugh, even if I had the guts to say or do something, he'd probably look right past me anyway so I'll just have to settle with watching the gig.

This was the eighth night in a row that I'd seen them and I wasn't ever gonna get tired of it. I love the whole band, their music was beautiful and powerful and the singer was my ultimate fantasy.

His name was Gee.

Tonight he was wearing the same clothes as he did every other night but now had some stitches in his brow because the cops had crashed their last show and slammed him on the hood of a car.

The night was nearly over, Gee intro'd their final song, the crowd cheered and pushed forward squashing the breath out of me. A spotlight lit him up on stage, he draped his arm casually over the mic on the stand, leaned toward the audience and leered as he sang.

"They're selling postcards of the hanging. Well they're painting the passports brown. And the beauty parlour's filled with sailors. The circus is in town!"

The crowd went crazy and me along with them.

"Oh now look, here comes the blind commissioner! Well they got him in a trance. One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker. The other's in his pants!"

God he's gorgeous.

A group of girls pushed past me making their way over to the edge of the stage, hoping to offer themselves as his after show entertainment.

"And the riot squad they're restless. They need somewhere to go! As Lady and I look out tonight. From Desolation Row!"

A mosh pit was starting to form and I was standing directly in the middle of it, Oh Shit,

I'm officially screwed, I'm small and though I dress tough I can't handle this.

"Cinderella, she seem so easy. 'Well it takes one to know one,' she smiles. And she puts her hands in her back pockets. Oh, Bette Davis style!"

Gee grinned at the group of girls gathering by the stage, causing some intense screaming that could actually be heard over the music.

Me on the other hand, I was trying to figure how I'm gonna get out of the middle of the mosh pit.

"And now here comes Romeo, moaning. 'You belong to me I believe.' And someone says, 'you're in the wrong place, my friend. You better leave!'"

People where knocking into me and it friggen hurt but there was no chance of me getting out.