Okay, so this is my first sort of MCR fanfiction please don't be too hard on me :D
Though constructive criticism is always welcome!
Updates might get slower later on.
"That was a great show, guys!" I exclaim as I step onto the tour bus. I turn around to face my band mates and flash them a bright smile. But it drops when I see Charlie, our lead singer and bassist's somber face. "What?" I asks worriedly.
"That's what we wanted to talk to you about actually." He whispers. The rest of the band looks everywhere, but at me.
"What is it?" I demand, scared of what they are going to say. Are they going to kick me out of my own band?
"We have decided to end it." He whispers.
"I-I don't understand." I stammer trying to make sure that I somehow managed to misenterprit what he just said.
"We have decided to disband, Ray." Danny our apparently now ex drummer mumbles. Earl -our pianist- and Sean our lead guitarist- hasn't said anything.
"Tell me you are joking." I beg, my voice quivering.
"Why would we joke about this, Raylin?" Sean finally snaps. Anger, hurt and betrayal boils in my chest.
"Thanks for asking my opinion guys!" I yell, my voice steadily rising.
"Raylin, we're sorry." Earl whispers.
"No, no you're not!" I scream at them squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to wake up from this nightmare.
"Please don't make this any harder than it already is." Sean whispers sadly.
"Make this any harder than it already is?!" I yell outraged. "You just ended my band!"
"Our band." Charlie snaps.
"No, fuck you!" I yell. "I founded this band and I don't even get a say!" I shout, pain taking over my anger. "Never mind me getting a say, I didn't even know!"
"Ray, please-" Earl starts, but I cut him off.
"Don't fucking 'Ray, please' me!" I yell, a tear falling from my right eye and sliding down my flushed cheek. "Fuck you, all of you." I hiss through my teeth. I furiously walk over to my bunk. The rest of my so called friends follow. I start stuffing what little belongings I took with me on this tour into my duffel bag. I powerwalk to the mini bathroom and grab my toiletries.
"What do you think you're doing?" Charlie asks annoyed.
"Going home." I say and chuck my toiletries into my bag. I walk into the mini sitting room and put my matte black Fender Stratocaster in its case. I grab my guitar and it's amp along with my duffle back and storm off of the bus.
"Come on Raylin!" Charlie yells after me, but I just flip him the bird and continue walking.
So, that was just the prologue. I'll post chapter one soon though. I hope you enjoyed this first little part. Let me know what you think so please? :3
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