breaking the silence

into your icy blues

I remember when he wrote this song. My fingers graze the strings as the notes I'm playing ring out smoother than silk. I've played this a thousand times, but each time sounds more and more mesmerizing. His voice rings out to me, and like a siren to a sailor, I'm diving into the water for him. Metaphorically speaking anyways. I trail my eyes up to Gerard's face, watching the sweat of the heat and lights drip down his face, messy hair clung to his forehead. In this moment, I swear he never looked more beautiful. The corners of my lips turn up into the faintest smile as I look back down to my guitar, his words ringing in my brain.

"with this trunk of ammunition too, i'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets. I'm tryi-"

I've always felt some sort of attraction to Gerard. He's such a mysterious character. His personality always adapts to the situation or people he's around. Not to say he's fake, he's just a versatile guy. I always admired that.

As the song fades out, Gerard speaks to the crowd. Thanking them for coming out and supporting us, after he's done we exit the stage and our encore is over. Another night, another show. Once I'm off stage I hand my guitar to a roadie and walk towards the dressing rooms in the back. I'm stopped by a voice.

"Frank I swear you always treat that song like it's some delicate art piece." I smile. Gerard always says something like that when we play Demolition Lovers.

"You always say that. And I always tell you that it IS a delicate art piece. The intro to that song takes care and concentration to sound so smooth." He grins at me. He walks next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder as we continue walking.

"You're a delicate art piece Frank" I cant help but blush a bit. He doesn't notice as my face is already read from the heat. I'm dying for a shower.

"You sure you wanna touch me while I'm covered in sweat? I can't possibly smell decent."

"You hardly ever smell decent." I slap his stomach lightly and he laughs as he flinches inwards.

After a the dressing room and meet and greet, were packed up and back on the road. In the small tour bus shower, I can't help but think back to that song as the warm water falls over my skin.

"Hand in mine, into your icy blues..."

I never knew if Gerard was talking about eyes or feelings, but I swear every time I hear that line, I always dream that I had blue eyes. For him.