A story about Gerard Way, a busy college student who studies art in New York. One Thursday morning in the subway station, he runs into a homeless stranger, Frank Iero, who he befriends and lets live with him in a tiny apartment. Frank comes from a d...
"and not mess up everything... i mess up everything..." frank smiled as he began to unplug the guitar wires and store them all away. gerard applauded as he listened to frank's song and wrote down ideas on a pad of paper for something he wanted to do in the future. the two settled nicely in california, but frankly the only time they went out was to buy food.
everything was still brand new to frank. it was hard for him to adapt to everything, especially after being so immune to living in such tiny spaces. the house they shared was larger than the apartment x10, frank thought. there was even a room where frank could hang a bunch of instruments and eventually record some music if he really wanted to.
frank had gotten a job as a manager already at a local guitar store. gerard was still unemployed, but he was thinking about writing a comic book series or some type of music soon in the near future.
"okay, frank... what about... the black parade?" gerard asked, gnawing on the cap of his pen.
"ooh, i like that. it has a dark feel to it." frank smiled as he hung the telecaster back on the wall and listened to gerard's ideas.
"it's about a guy.. like a patient, it's about him in, like the afterlife. all the songs are based around his life on earth, and in the afterlife? i don't know." gerard was fumbling with his words.
"yes, I love that!" frank squealed.
"you do?" gerard asked excitedly as he rapidly scribbled ideas into the page.
"I do! and maybe, the patient could have some sort of... cancer? we can write a song called cancer." frank idealized.
"whoa, that's good." gerard nodded as he began doodling on the page. "what do you think about this for the cover design?"
he showed frank a drawing of a grand marshal, like the leader of a marching band, but as a skeleton.
"that's super cool! I'm digging it." frank chuckled.
gerard's phone suddenly chimed. he saw it was a text from mikey. he had sent him a photo of an irvine welsh book.
hey gerard, look at this!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chemical romance sounds like a cool name for a band! like,, my chemical romance or something???
yeah totally!! frank and I are actually writing an idea for an album, but we don't have a band. could we use that name?
sick!! yes you can use it, but under one condition.
what is it?
can I be in the band?
yes!!
"the black parade, by my chemical romance." gerard said aloud.
"is that our band name?" frank said out of the blue.
"do you like it?" gerard asked.
"I love it." frank smirked.
"mikey came up with it, it's super cool! he said he wanted to be part of the band, too. hopefully he can fly out here and we can work on some music. looks like we'll be called my chemical romance."
"yes!" frank smiled as he watched gerard write down lyrics and notes and song titles all over the page.
thus the beginning of my chemical romance, as well as a new start for frank and gerard.
"hey frank." gerard said as he put down his paper and pen.
"yeah?" he said, not looking at gerard.
"while I was packing, I found that ruined painting I made." gerard walked into a different room, and returned to the other room with the painting in his hand.
"oh yeah," frank said, standing up. "you never really let me see it. what was it of?"
the two looked at it. it was a painting of boy standing in front of a moving subway train. gerard had never really noticed how the champagne stains made the boy's hair look like frank's old shaved hair. they look almost too similar.
"hey look, that kid has my hair!" frank pointed at the seemingly shaved blonde sides of the character.
"huh," gerard said. "how haven't I noticed this?"
"he looks just like me." frank smiled. "who's that?"
gerard shifted his attention on the second character he put in the painting. it was a taller man, walking behind the boy. he somehow resembled gerard.
"is that you?" frank asked childishly, poking around at the painting.
"oh, I did paint that dude, didn't I... he does look like me."
