The Fear Of Falling Apart

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IM DOING A CHARACTER Q&A SO IF YOU READ THE NOTE AT THE END ILL GIVE YOU A COOKIE

Tanith's POV

I've never written with My Chem before now, and it's very different to writing with Panic!, but in a great way.
I think everyone's more open to experimentation and changing things around until they're perfect. It's so different, yet so familiar, and I love it. It's been a week since I took the job, and a week since the best weekend of my life. Looking after Lucas was the best feeling in the world.

Brendon and I have been on bad terms as of late. He's getting pissed off at the smallest remark, and I'm just too tired to deal with it right now. But right now as I sit in the studio with the band, I'm happier then I've been in a while.

"Drugs, drugs, drugs." Frank sings sarcastically as he lays on the studios floor, a guitar resting on his stomach as he plays random notes.

"No thanks Frankie, I really don't need them." I call from the table. "I'll sell 'em though."

"I'm writing that down." Gerard calls.

So far we've recorded 'Bulletproof Heart', and every time someone says something Gerard sees lyric potential in gets added to the scribbled words in the notepad.

He gets to his feet and stretches. "I'm going to Starbucks. What do you guys want?"

We all place our orders and Ray and Gerard leave the studio, leaving two children and one adult. Poor Mikey.

As Frank trys to make his swear words sound less offensive by dragging them out and Mikey quietly regrets his life choices in the corner, I take the notepad and rip out a spare page.

I start rearranging the words Gee wrote, and add a few more.

'Drugs, drugs, drugs, don't want 'em but I'll sell 'em'
changes to
'drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don't need 'em but I'll take what you got take the cash and I'll keep it'

I smile as I continue editing, jumping from place to place in the song. What I've got won't go together smoothly, but it's not bad.

'Batman is a very sad man in retrospect. He needs to smile more with jazz hands.'
Turns into
'let me tell you about the sad man, shut up and let me see your jazz hands'

And 'love, who needs it. Just take what you want and keep it, nobody will know or care until you leave.'
Turns into
'love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it but I'll take what I want from your heart and keep it.'

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Frank playing some riff from his spot on the carpet. He does a couple of slides up and down before repeating. "What's that from?" I ask. "It sounds cool."

"I just made it up." He says nonchalantly.

"I think it would go well in this song." I think aloud. That seems to be enough to draw Mikey and Frank over to the table.

"I like the opening." Frank smiles. "From drugs to love with the same format. They're quite similar you know. you don't need either to survive, but most people would gladly take them."

His words sink in, and I take a minute to add the next line.

'In a bag, in a box'

"Because drugs can be kept in either?" I almost ask as Mikey looks at me questioningly. The three of us laugh before heading into the recording studio and to our respective instruments.
Frank and Mikey plug in their respective guitars and I find some drumsticks and warm up a little bit.