Frerard Oneshots

The Sounds That Keep Us Together Are Actually What Keeps Us Apart

A/N: ONE THOUSAND SPECIAL OMG

I walked into the bar, surveying the room. There was only about three other men in here, and they weren't really my type. 'Go figure' I thought to myself. I found a stool chair right in front of the stage that was in the middle of the room. Red and white lights hung everywhere, giving off an ominous glow.

I didn't remember the bar's manager, Brendon, telling me there would be a band performing tonight, but equipment was being set up on stage by two young men. The first had a wild afro, and was messing with a guitar's cables. The second's hair was a dirty blond, and his glasses hung low on his face. He wore a Ramone's shirt and was tuning a bass. The dirty blond then plucked some of the instruments strings, and it's sound rippled out. He seemed pleased with it, because in the next moment he was setting it on the wooden floor and standing up.

"Ray, do you know where my brother has ambled off to?" He asked the afro haired man. Ray, apparently, finished with his guitar before laying it next to the bass and looking up at his.. bandmate perhaps?

"I think he's getting ready in his room still." Ray answered, an uncertainty in his voice.

"Well, he needs to hurry his diva self up so we can get started. Matt is ready, and I just finished getting ready to. So, once again we are waiting on Ger-"

"I'm ready!" A voice chirped out from behind the curtain that was strung over the stage, separating the back from the performing area. Then, the curtain was pushed to the side for a single second as a man walked past it. He was beautiful.

I stared at my computer screen, not quite believing what I was reading. At first, I couldn't accept it. This wasn't real. This was a prank. Some crazy fan had hacked into the My Chem site and posted the message. Then, real fans saw it and thought we were actually breaking up. That's why my inbox was blown up with kids asking me how I felt about the break up and what happened and if I was okay. Yeah, that made more sense. Gerard would never make a decision like that without me.

His dark hair, I could tell, was greasy from the way it shined in the light and took on a wettish look. He was almost sloppy, in the sexist way possible. He didn't stand up completely straight, and his clothes were a little baggy, but he made it work. He walked across the stage, and right up to the microphone. Excitement boiled up in me at the idea of him singing. I was so glad I came here tonight.

In the next few minutes, I watched him and his bandmates prepare to play. A while after the attractive one walked on stage, they were joined by a fourth man, who took a seat behind the drum set. I assumed he was Matt, like the brother of the attractive one had said. I winced at myself internally for referring to their singer as 'the attractive one.' In all honesty, each one of them weren't bad to look at at all. This frontman though- he held my attention in a way the others didn't. All I knew about him was that his name started with a G.

I was startled when I noticed someone sit next to me, and I realized more men had come into the bar. Not a lot, but now there were more definitely more than three people in the audience. I was almost surprised that this many men had showed up to watch this band, who I had never even heard of before. As a punk rock fanatic, I always tried my best to know of as many bands as I could. As I looked around the room, it appeared as if most of them hadn't been expecting performance. They looked as surprised as I felt, and curious expressions covered their faces. Maybe they were here for hookups. This was a gay bar after all.

I was still stuck in my home office, pondering all the different ways or reasons the short and heart wrenching message could've been posted by accident. I couldn't come up with one though. No matter what I tried to convince myself, they were all absurd. Slowly, my shock and denial twisted into fiery rage. He wanted to throw away twelve years of work, time, and sweat because of what? Our failed relationship? How selfish could he be? Now, not only are myself, Ray, and Gerard's own brother jobless, but we've broken the hearts of our millions of fans. Of course, he made sure he'd have something to fall back on. He spent so much time working on damn comics on tour when we should've been practicing.