MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡;New Year

(A/n)

A short one I was supposed to publish in 01/03 but couldn't finish writing (just did now)
Sorry

Some mentioned are not real things, I just had them in mind for a time now and decided to put in this story.

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"Do you guys remember that one back in 2010-ish?"

"When you started the song?"

"Yeh, yeh, that one."

"Are you ready? Ready for the best New Year's Eve you're gonna have?" Gerard asks as soon as we get in our positions in the stage.

The public cheers in response and Gerard chuckles.

"So let's go! We will leave the best for the right time! Until then, look alive sunshine! Get ready for a night you won't regret, let that be our secret!" The red haired says in a poor attempt to create a good rhyme. I quietly chuckle.

This, however, does not seem to displease the public who once again cheer.

"Let's get started, shall we?" He chuckles and looks back at everyone.

I start to play my part with the bright colorful drums I had chosen for the Danger Days concerts.

Gerard starts on the set time, "Well, are you ready, Ray?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"How about you, Frank?"

"Oh, I'm there, baby."

"How about you, Mikey?"

"Fucking ready."

"And you, (y/n)?"

"I was born ready, sweetheart."

"Well, I think I'm alright. One two three four..."

Around one hour and half, almost two, are spent getting through all the songs - less one.

"Let's start off the year in the right way!" Gerard says excited throwing a hand in the air. "Count with me, 10... 9..."

Everyone, every single one, started doing the count down.

It may sound ridiculous, but it gave me an incredible feeling. I was already emotional - sincerely, who doesn't get like this when paying attention closely to the lyrics? Imagine me who played the songs. You got too involved. Well, the concert itself is enough to take you to tears if you consider it as a whole, from the beginning to now and the band's meaning - and this got me even more.

The anxious and happy energy from everyone around could reach you, practically swallow you. All of us yelling the numbers in sync - a new year was beginning. Now I remember clearly. It happened between 2012 and 2013. A little of guilt - not exactly guilt but a similar feeling I can't identify - still annoys my heart when I think of the fans reading the paragraph three months later. But again, it was time for the band to end and everyone has to deal with it.

"4..."

I'm hesitant but I stand up from my place behind the drums.

"3..."

I run a hand through my vibrant (color) dyed hair and nod to myself. I'm going to do this.