"Where the hell are we going??" Mikey wasn't telling me anything. He honestly started to make me mad. Mikey wasn't saying anything, he just kept walking silently. We get to Mikey's room and we go in. "Have a beer, bro" Without hesitation I grab the beer out of his hand and take a swig. The room fell silent for a few moments as we both sat there and I sipped my beer as he drank water. "Is it just me or is Frank being a dick lately?" Mikey set his beer down and gave me a sigh. "Maybe he's dealing with something, Gee. Maybe he just needs some space." He could tell that he just pissed me off even more. "Space? Really? Since when don't we tell each other when something is wrong?" Mikey wasn't pleased with my response at all, and at this point he was yelling. "Maybe some of us don't want everyone knowing our personal business, Gerard!" I finished off my beer and slammed it on the table. "I'm not arguing about this before a show." Before he had the chance to say anything I got up and walked out. As I was walking back down to my room I saw Frank walking out of his room, tears streaming down his face. I wanted to see what was bothering him, but Mikey's words rang through my head.
"Maybe some of us don't want everyone knowing our personal business, Gerard"
I decided to just walk right past Frank and straight to my room. There was only about half an hour before the show and let me tell you, I have never dreaded a show so much in my life. I lived for preforming. It's what made me happy. Everyone seemed to be in this sort of, shitty mood. I finished getting ready and headed backstage expecting the other guys to be there. Mikey was the only one there. "Where's Ray And Frank? Or am I not allowed to know that either?" He didn't bother answering me and just rolled his eyes. I finished up some last minute things before the show started. I took a moment and just stood there. The thought of everything just faded. I was about to be in my happy place again. I had turned back around just as Ray and Frank finally came out. We gathered in a circle just like we do before every show. We usually talk, but the look in Ray's face was almost sickening.
Ray knew something...
I wanted to ask more than anything, but Mikey's words continued to run through my head. I decided to focus on the show. It was going to be a great one. We separated and got set up.
Well, are you ready, Ray?
Yeah!
How about you, Frank?
Oh, I'm there, baby
How about you, Mikey?
Fuckin' ready!
Well, I think I'm alright!
Without skipping a beat, the entire crowd followed with "1,2,3,4!". The sound was so intense. The screaming, the cheering, the chanting. They were so loud and it was absolutely amazing. You could barley hear yourself think. Seeing all of those people out there for my band was the greatest feeling ever imaginable.
"3,2,1 we came..."
As I started to continue the song Mikey, Ray, and Frank all started playing a completely different song. I obviously recognized it immediately, but I was honestly confused as to what they were doing. I didn't want to make a fool of myself so I started singing the song they began playing.
"Turn away, if you could get me a drink of water..."
