"Mi.. Mike... Ohmigosh... Can't... Breathe... Help... Mikey Way... Mikey Way is standing in my living room..." I began to hyperventilate at the fact that my idol, the perfect guy was standing right there, in my living room.
"And apparently, I'm holding your cat," he added, picking up Furdi. Furdi hissed at him, scratched him and jumped away. "Or perhaps I'm not. I don't think he likes me."
"Furdi! What the heck are you doing, scratching Mikey Way like that?" Furdi just hissed and left the room but not before giving me 'the stare'. "I'm so sorry about that. He.. um... he's a strange cat."
"It's okay. I had a cat. For like a day because it beat me up." he shrugged and sat down. He was gorgeous, and I'm not even kidding. You can't imagine how I felt just then.
"Yeah." I just nodded, hoping I wasn't being too freaky.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you know that random moment when your idol of your whole life pretty much just walks in through your door to see you completley nerding out? You know, it happens on a daily basis."
"I don't seem to, and I don't know anyone who has." he smiled, knowingly.
Hold It Freeze Frame.
I needed to get my facts straight. And my questions.
Facts:
Mikey Way was in my living room
I was having a minor conversation with Mikey Way
Mikey Way was scratched by my cat. (It's irrelevant but it is a fact.)
Questions:
What was he doing here?
Did he think I was a nerd?
Does he think I'm weird/strange/geeky/wtf?
"What are you..." I trailed off as he looked behind him and stood up.
"Oh? I'm just uh... one moment." he stood up and left the room.
Great. I'd scared him away. Wait. No. He returned a moment later, carrying a silver and black Squier Mikey Way Mustang Bass Guitar. I gasped.
"I'm back. And to answer your question, apparently I'm your bass guitar instructor but uh, you don't look like you need much tuition." he smiled, knowingly.
"What?"
"I said, basically, you're pretty good."
"Did I just. Did you just. Did."
He blinked. "No."
"I am not good at this... I've just been playing for two years, I can't be good."
"Two years?!? That's crazy. That is actually crazy."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"So..."
"So. I noticed when I came in you were playing... um... Sing?"
"Yeah. I'm so sorry about that... I didn't know, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be a complete trainwreck."
"You're not a trainwreck, Emma."
"Uh, yes I am. I purposely made sure I looked like some piece of crap so that the new instructor would think I'm a nut job and want to leave. But, please don't leave because when in the heck of when will I get another chance like this?"
"Every second day."
"You're joking me."
"No, I'm really not. I was originally just gonna come like, every month or something but after hearing that when I came inside, that was insane. That was actually insane, and I can't wait to hear more. DO you write your own songs or what?"
"No, I'm not that talented. I can barely play anything else. just Sing and um... Planetary GO! are my only two to be honest."
"It's cool. Once we get a couple things fixed I can help you write some songs and then you can come and be just better than everyone else at school and say 'Hey bihatches, Mikey Way didn't teach me nothing, but he made sure I could write at least one song' huh?" he laughed.
"What do you mean, even by being here you are the coolest guy ever and now I know how bassists act but I don't know how they manage to stay cool. How do you stay cool in the presence of Mikey Way Mikey Way?"
"I don't know. He's super boring. Like, boring as heck." Mikey giggled, and I squealed in my head. He was so frucking cute.
"So. What you doing?"
"Trying to note down a few things." Mikey said, as he scribbled furiously on a bit of paper he had pulled from his pocket. "Here. Try this."
Handing me the piece of paper, I noticed that on it, was a few chords. They looked familiar, I just didn't know them completley. But I tried them anyway. The bassline to Welcome To The Black Parade.
Mikey looked impressed. "There's a bit of work to be done but you have some real talent. Real talent. This will be fun. Hey, I got to go, but if you have a twitter, I can message you on there yep?"
I nodded, gave him the link and said goodbye. I was already screaming in my head...
Mikey Way was my new bass instructor.
