*G Note Warning*
Brendon's POV:
I open my eyes and look at the clock. It's only 4:15 am, why am I awake so earlier? I look over at Dallon. He's still sound asleep. He looks so adorable when he's sleeping. I climb out of bed being careful not to wake Dal. I open the door. The hallway is empty and all the lights in the house are still off. I must be the only one awake. I quietly walk to the bathroom. I swear their guest bathroom looks like my master bathroom at my place. I will never get over how beautiful their house is.
I use the toilet. As I leave the bathroom and head back to my room I here noices coming from Gerards room. I knock on the door and slowly begin to open it. I see Gerard sitting on the floor with papers scattered around the floor in front of him. "Hey what's up Gee?" I ask. "N-Nothing I just can't seem to get this song to be perfect. It's for Mikey and, and I just don't want to mess it up," Gerard says.
"Can I read it? I mean I do have expirience with songwriting," I ask. Gerard hands me the song. I skim through it. "I have no idea what you're talking about this song is amazing," I say, "I'll be right back, don't move." I leave his room and go to Pete and Patrick's in house studio. I grab a guitar, then make my way back to Gerard's room. "What's that for?" He asks. "Well I'm going to play the song and you're going to sing it," I say.
"Brendon I can't," Gerard argues. "You can and you will. Hand me the guitar parts," I say. Gerard hands me the paper. He's very hesitant to start. I just play the beginning over and over until he joins in. "Come on I'm getting really tired of playing this G note," I tell him. "S-Sorry," he stutters before he begins singing,
"When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?
He said, will you defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers?
The plans that they have made?
Because one day I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, son, when you grow up
You will be the savior of the broken
The beaten, and the damned?
Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all
The rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone, we want you all to know
We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
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