Sense of Self (Frerard)

Anxiety (Gerard and Frank's POV)

(Gerard's POV)

Anxious. It was the only word I could use to describe what I was feeling. Later tonight? What did he mean? Frank usually only came in the morning, before everyone else had the chance to rush in to get their morning fill of caffeine. Frank would sometimes swing by for lunch but, he never came at night. I thought about this for a good 2 and a half busy hours and then it hit me. There is a performance happening tonight he is probably gonna come by, watch and take notes about it in his cute little journal.

"Hey Pete, what time is the performer getting here," I ask Pete once he comes out from...whatever the hell he was doing in the back.

"Uh, I'm not sure maybe 6 or 7? But I heard it was some really rad rocker dude." He says, excitement clearly notable in his voice.

"Mhm yeah I bet, I also bet that if you didn't have a boyfriend you'd be all over that," I say leaning back onto the counter.

A dark red blush appears on the apples of his cheeks.

"Yeah well I'm taken so no man scoping tonight Gerd," I cringe at the name.

"But, I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking a piece of that home with you, huh Gerard?"

"I don't even know what he looks like for all I know he could be some fifty-year-old pervy dude," I say as Pete starts to stack the white porcelain plates into the black plastic crate.

"Oh no, I think you are really gonna like this one I think I booked just your type," he says giving me a wink that made me shift uncomfortably.

"What do you mean 'my type'? I don't have a type," I say but by the time I finish my sentence he's already in the back.

"Ugh, why do you only do work when I don't want you to?" I say rolling my eyes and blowing my bangs out of my face.

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(Frank's POV)

Anxious. Jesus Christ I was anxious, but not the good kind of anxious, not the kind of anxious you are when you are waiting for the ice cream truck to pull up or when you are next to go on your favorite carnival ride. No, I was anxious in the grown up way.

The kind of anxiety you get when you have no money to pay your bills so you book a show at the place where, the boy you are completely infatuated with, works. The kind of anxious you get when you practiced for days for a show that is less than an hour long but still don't feel prepared enough. I've played other shows before, but this one was not just any other show and I knew it. He was gonna be there this time to watch me, listen to me and it was a bit nerve racking to say the least.

So there I sat on my bed thinking about how nervous I was for a hour and 33 straight minutes. My hands crossed, my back curved, about the only thing that had changed today was my clothing. I had put on some darker clothing to better fit the mood of the café at night.

Bzz bzz.

And there it was the two small buzzing noises of my watch that tells me its time to pick up my sanity and guitar and head back to the café to sing my heart out to Gerard. God, still fucking anxious.

A/N

This is just kinda a filler but i wanted to write and didn't exactly have a full idea about what i wanted to do with the singing scene so here have this for now. :)

-Rose