Reunion

The Big Decision

It was the year 2019. 6 years since My Chemical Romance had broken up and everything had changed. And might I add for the worse. That band was my whole life. I had always loved the bass and music.

It was apart of me. And when it all ended it didn't only hurt the fans, it hurt me. Everything was so different after Danger Days, our last studio album as a group. The things that crossed my mind the most even this many years later was just how much I missed it all.

Not necessarily the fame although that was great too. But the fan base, the music, my friends, my brother... Gerard and me had barely spoken after the breakup. I mean we were still related and saw each other a few times a year at the obvious times such as holidays and birthdays.

But it was never the same. I just missed being able to talk about a new idea for a song. A new tour plan. A new album. Those were the good old days. And now they seemed forever away.

I hadn't talked almost at all to the other members of our band. I wasn't even sure what Frank and Ray were up to these days. And I had no idea about Bob. But he'd been gone for so long already. It all hurt to think about at the time. It all seemed like it happened in a dream.

But I knew it had been real. I walked around my house quietly and decided to go into my music room. The one with all my basses on display, expensive amps, and music gear laying around. There was no doubt I still had a passion for the bass. I mean, if you looked at this room you'd think I was still in a band. But I wasn't and it hurt to say.

I always told myself there's no use crying over it because there's nothing you can do to change it all. Although there was and I just wasn't letting myself accept that. There was a fear of me acting upon my want for my brothers back. As my eyes grazed over the bass I had played at our last concert, I finally gave in. I was gonna get My Chemical Romance back together.