You're my what?! A Gerard Way Fanfiction

☆ Interview ☆

The rest of the week we practiced long and hard. The guys were very pleased with my guitar skills, and by the end of the week were ecstatic at how well the group sounded, even without Ray. Frank was a little bummed that a fourteen year old girl could play Ray's part, but he still had to play rhythm. I offered to swap, but he said he'd probably get confused.

I started freaking out about ten minutes before the interview. We were standing backstage. On my face was about enough make-up to cover Australia, and I was wearing a random outfit some weirdos shoved me into. The second my breathing went wacko, Mikey was by my side with my inhaler – as always.

"Why do you always carry this thing around withyou?" I queried, after inhaling and catching my breath.

"You leave it around everywhere." He shrugged.

"That's because before I met you lot, I basically never used it. Probably because my life was so quiet and lacking in adventure." I replied.

"Just relax. You're going to be in between Gee and I, and we're going to be further to the back than normal. Further you are away from the interviewer, the less you have to talk."

"I'm still scared shitless. Why am I doing this? It's so stupid!" I was beginning to panic.

"Jay, chillax. Go with the flow. Everything will be just fine." Frank said confidently, walking up beside me.

"Sure, you can say that! You've been out there so many times, you probably don't even notice the cameras are there anymore!"

"Just be yourself. Cool, calm, collected, crazy. Be Jadis Way." Frank told me. His words managed to soothe me a little, but I was still tense. A nice large knot twisted in my stomach, making me feel sick. Dad came over to me, and held my hand tightly. A little man with wires all over him, came over and asked us if we were ready. When we all said 'yes' he muttered something into a walkie-talkie, and soon qued us on. I clung to my dad's arm so tight I was surprised he didn't complain. We shuffled out in order of our names being called. When my name was called, along with Mikey and Gerard's, my heart started beating so loud, it must'vebeen audible. Dad stroked my back, comfortingly. I took a deep breath, and stepped out into the studio. The live audience started screaming. It reminded me of what I used to do when I imagined meeting My Chemical Romance. For some reason, the screaming fans made me feel more comfortable; like I belonged, and was accepted. I sat down on a long couch, in between dad and Mikey, as I had been told. Dad didn't let go of my hand, and this calmed me as well. I flashed a quick glance at the interviewer. She was a pretty, blond lady. She saw my eyes flash at her quickly, and gave me a sympathetic smile. Instantly, she started rambling to the guys about records, and tours and junk, so I tuned out. I leant my head against my dad's shoulder and relaxed, like they'd told me to. I only came back to reality, when I heard my name. Looking around, I realized everyone was staring at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry. I missed that." I felt my cheeks turn scarlet.

"I was just wondering, what is it like to now that you're Jadis Way, daughter of rock star Gerard Way? How did you react to the news?" The interviewer asked me, gently.

"Oh! Well… It's kinda scary. I've always been a sort of nobody. When I walked into my living room and he was sitting there," – I indicated Gerard sitting next to me – "I sorta freaked out."

"Actually, she believed she was dreaming." Dad corrected, making me blush even more.

"Clearly you're not dreaming." The interviewer smiled, "So what are five quick facts about you, Jadis?"

"Umm…I wear glasses," – I pointed at my specs on my face – "I'm asthmatic – dunno where that's from. I'm freaked out by anything that even resembles a needle. I'm vegetarian. And…" I thought for a moment, "Everyone calls me Jay. I dunno" I smiled.