Ghost Of You (My Chemical Romance)

Rehearsel

*_*_*_*_*_* Raven's P.O.V *_*_*_*_*_*

We walk into Gerard's garage and they begin to plug in the equipment. I stand there awkwardly, quivering because I'm so nervous. Frank comes in and hands me my guitar.

"Thanks," I say shyly.

"No problem." He says walking over to the right of Gerard. I walk over to the left of him. Gerard strolls over and puts a microphone on its stand for me.

"You can sing, right?"

I think back to my brother's last moments and gulp. "No not really."

"But we need you to sing on our albums..."

"Please Gerard, I really can't."

He hands me the songs and sighs.

I begin to practice furiously learning a few of the songs before Frank walks over and sits beside me.

"Hey," He says, putting his guitar down gently.

"Hey," I grumble while practicing Demolition Lovers.

"So um," Frank says trying to think of a topic, "When did you learn to play?"

I think back to my childhood, how I was motivated by bands like The Who and Queen.

"I was 10 years old. My father played some, so I must have inherited my talent from him."

"Cool." He says looking down at his feet. He sits next to me for a while, while I still practice playing. He then stands up and goes back to the right of Gerard, who is doing vocal exercises. We all practice for around 2 hours before Bob has to get home to get dressed for a date.

"Ooo, who is it?" Gerard teases.

"Chelsea. The one who has like, 12 cats."

"Oh yeah, she was nice."

Bob leaves and we all say goodbye to him.

"And welcome to the band, Raven." He yells before slipping through the front door. I decide to get up to get something to eat, and when I leave the room, I hear the guys talk about me. I lean against the door to listen.

"So, what do you think of her?" Gerard asks, "She's pretty hot."

"And talented," Franks whispers, "You should have seen how fast and fluidly her fingers move. And yes, she's very pretty. She also has kind of a... Mysterious way about her."

I hurry and rush to the kitchen so I don't get caught by the guys. I grab some chips and a bowl and pour some in. I walk back into the garage when I see Frank is gone.

"Did Frank leave?"

"Yeah. He had to go home and take care of some of his dogs. But you can stay longer if you'd like."

"I would love to stay, Gerard. But my parents are probably waiting for me. Might as well not delay it any longer."

"Alright. See you tomorrow, and keep practicing those songs."

"Okay. See you later."

I walk out the front door and begin to walk home. I then hear someone yelling my name behind me. I turn around and see Gerard running towards me. He then trips and falls right on top of me.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." He stutters. He gets up and blushes furiously.

"It's fine," I grunt reaching up to his hand to help me up.

"I just wanted you to have this. Welcome to the band." He hands me a small package and runs back home. I open the package, and find some dog tags with MCR written into it with a letter. I open the letter and see all their phone numbers, addresses, and when and where we'll be playing for a couple months. I put on my necklace and continue walking home.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*

When I arrive home, my parents welcome with with a barrage of hugs and shouting.

My mom smells my breath. "No alcohol? I'm surprised, since you've been drinking every night."

"I met a good friend."

"Was he a boy?" She asks smugly.

"Maybe..."

"Is he cute?"

"Mom, seriously, he's just a friend."

"Okay, okay. So what happened? Why didn't you... You know..."

I told her the story of how Gerard saved me from my own demise and how he let me into his band.

"That's quite a tale," She says grimly.

"But it all worked out in the end," I say trying to be positive.

"And honey, we have to tell you something," she says grabbing my hand, "We found you a house."

I sit there dumbstruck by what she said. After what just happened, I can't believe she'd let me do that.

"Really?"

"Well, we had looked at houses a while ago, but we weren't sure you were ready. But after hearing what happen, we thought you might need a little 'privacy.' "

I roll my eyes. "Mom, I'm not dating any of the guys, okay?"

"You say that now..."

I sigh and give up. My mom laughs and shows me the house. It is perfect.

"How did you guys get the money for this?" I ask looking at the beautiful house.

"Well, ever since your father got his job as a night guard, we've been saving up for a house for you. And with the money you saved from your college scholarship, we always had some extra money lying around."

I hug her. "Thanks, mom."

"You deserve it," she says.