We Don't Know Where We'll Go - Before My Chemical Romance

Ch. 1 - A Beginning

We were having so much fun. Ray Toro, Frank Iero, and me, Elise Roy, we're hanging out in my room, just like any other day. I had my iTouch plugged in to my amp, blasting our music through the roof. We were all singing "nobody likes you..." at the end of the song "Homecoming", by Green Day, when the intro for "I'm Not a Vampire"' by Falling in Reverse came on after. Frank and I got up and started dancing like freaks, while Ray was writing a new song for our band. This was normal for Frank; you know, him being a spazz and all. But no one but these two guys got to see me act like myself. They are my best friends.

Ray and I have been best friends since we were born. Our parents had been friends since they were kids, so it was kind of a given that we would be too. My parents were always into music, and since ray and I were always around them, it was kind of natural that we would be musicians. Ray picked up the guitar when he was five. He was a really talented, little kid. You would think most five year olds wouldn't be able to play a thing. But this guy. Jeez, he could do anything.

I was always in love with Ray's awesomeness, so I decided that I needed to join him. I could pick up really fast, too. At first, I played some simple drumbeats for him on any chair, table, or floor I could find. But then, I started singing. That's when it all clicked for me. The musician thing. I mean, I always loved music. But now, I felt like I was a part of it.

"We need another guitarist," Ray would always say. But hey, we were six. I always thought that we would never find the right person.

But, once you cross paths with the great Frankie Iero, you ain't ever going back.

Ray and I always managed to make it in the same class at Foothill Ranch Elementary. When we were in second grade, our teacher told us on the first day of school that we could choose where we wanted to sit. I wandered to the back of the room, and of course, Ray followed. I was so happy to have him around. We sat down and began drawing.

Since we were only little kids, our parents didn't let us listen to any hard rock bands that we like today. So, we were obsessed with The Beatles. Who isn't? Well I guess a lot of people. Especially then. No one knew who the heck these four british guys from Liverpool were.

I guess that's why I was surprised when this short little kid sitting next to me said, "I love The Beatles. But if I were you, I would make Ringo's nose a little bit bigger!"

Ray leaned over me and asked, "Did you just say you loved The Beatles?!?"

"I like know every song of theirs on my guitar." Frank blushed while he began to bounce up and down in his chair.

That did it. We were all best friends from that point on. As we grew together, our music taste grew together. And with that, our little mini band (we named it Falling, after Franks clumsiness of falling over in the middle of every song) grew even bigger. After every day of school, we came over to my house and did our homework while listening to our obnoxious music.

We have kind of kept our band a secret for a long time. We are now in seventh grade, and not many people know about Falling. Frank decided, since we aren't a full band yet, we should secretly prefect ourselves until we can show the world what we are made of.

I dont have many friends. Most girls stay away from me. They think I'm 'too weird' because I like to wear band t-shirts. In elementary school, none of the little kids cared about 'taste of music' or 'what you wore'. They loved you for who you are. But in junior high, that's all the kids care about. It's a sick world. Every step you make, every mistake that is made, will be held against you. But welcome to society, my dear friend. If you believe in yourself, then don't worry about what others say. You are who you are.

This is why I love Frankie and Ray. No girl drama. Just loyalty.

"Hey Elise, how's you're drawing coming along?" Frank was always trying to compare our sketches.

"Probably better than yours!" I gave him a little sarcastic punch on his shoulder. I had always been better at art than Frank. It's probably because he can't actually sit in one place for too long without going wacko. He was always trying to get better than me, even though most of his drawing were just a bunch of scribbles.

We were sitting in my front yard comparing drawings when we saw a boy walk out of a house across the street. The weird thing is that we thought that no children lived there. Ray told us to be quiet because he didn't want this kid to see us.

Too late. The young boy turned around to see what all the whispering was. He looked to be about thirteen and he had beautiful hazel eyes and long, brown hair. When I saw the Green Day shirt he was wearing, I got excited inside. Why have I never seen this kid before? He looked worried. I slowing raised my hand and started to wave. I gave him a big smile and looked him straight in the eye. Alright, he was beautiful. To me at least.

Another kid popped out of the door. He looked young, and kind of funny. He called out, "Gerard!" to the boy I had been examining. The first boy turned around and ran to his house. But before he shut the door, he quickly swiveled his eyes and looked at me one last time. Then he went inside.

I had to find out more about this Gerard.