Kidnapped by My Chemical Romance

Red Paint

Btw this story is set in like 2007 after Revenge era but before Black Parade.  And in this universe, Bob was kicked out during revenge era and MCR went on hiatus after three cheers came out.  Ok have fun

"Red, hurry up, the concert starts soon!" Yelled my greatest friend in the world, Jean.

"Alright, one sec!" I called back as I laced up my camo converse. I looked in the mirror to make sure that I looked fine. I had an Iron Maiden T-shirt on and some black ripped jeans. I usually wouldn't care how I looked for a concert (I mean, you can't really see what people are wearing in a mosh pit), but I was going to the meet and greet after the show. I had always dreamed of meeting my favorite band, My Chemical Romance, and somehow Jean managed to get backstage passes.

I ran down the stairs and out the front door. I hopped into Jeans car and she pulled out of the driveway. Jean and I both lived together and went to college together. We shared an apartment in Princeton, New Jersey.

When we finally got to the venue, it was packed. My Chem had just got off their hiatus, and tickets were really hard to get. It's amazing how Jean was able to get backstage passes.

Our passes also came with early access, so we were able to get a spot right in the front of the mosh pit. That didn't mean that it wouldn't get taken away, but it meant that we had a good start.

A few minutes later the lights shut off. Then I heard a bass line to a song that I instantly recognized. The song was called "Vampires Will Never Hurt You." My Chemical Romance was one of the bands that had really long song names. For some reason, it made the songs sound better and have more meaning.

The lights on the stage flashed on as the main singer, Gerard, started the verse.

"YOU PUT THE SPIKE IN MY HEEEAAART"

When Gerard starts off the song with a scream, you know that it's gonna be full of energy. The Guitarist, Ray, and the Rhythm guitarist, Frank, were both so energetic when they played guitar. Especially Frank, who would jump on the other band members and run around stage. He could play guitar no matter what position he was in. Sometimes he would lay on the floor and still sound good. The lead Guitarist would be less energetic, but still move around a lot. The bassist, Mikey, on the other hand would barely move around at all. He barely smiled, but that was just him being him. They didn't have a set drummer because their old one was caught stealing from the band, so he was kicked out.

They finished up a long set and then they said that they were going to take a break. My eyes were watering and my nose was stuffed up from all the smoke machines because I had really bad allergies.

"I'll be right back, i'm gonna go take some benadryl in the bathroom. Can you save my spot?" I said to Jean. I took doctor prescribed benadryl to calm my allergies when they got really bad.

"Yea sure," I started to walk away "Red! Get me a Pepsi!" She called.

"Alright!" I yelled back. Red was the nickname that Jean gave me when we were kids and it kinda just stuck. My real name is Pansy, but she calls me Red because in first grade we were finger painting in art class, but my stupid six year old self accidentally used regular paint and it dyed my hands red for two weeks.

The line for the bathroom was at least twenty people long. I did not want to wait in that line. I glanced around for another bathroom, but there was only one. I gave up and decided to just take the pill without water.

I was trying not to look suspicious, because I knew that it would look like I was taking drugs. New Jersey had a really bad drug problem.  Of course, my anxiety made me look even more suspicious. This was a train wreck. I just quickly took the pill after glancing around the venue, which definitely doesn't make me look like a drug addict.

"Hey miss, what were you just taking?" A security guard showed up from out of nowhere and made me jump a little. Now, any sensible person would just explain what they were taking and why they were taking it in the middle of a venue, but my anxiety of course took me over and I ran. Out of all the things that I could have done, I RAN. Even a drug addict could have come up with an excuse, but what did I do? I R A N.

I guess there was no turning back now that I had an angry security guard after me. My feet slammed against the pavement as I tried to figure out what to do next. Then, a grey door with the letters Backstage written on it caught my eye. It was probably locked, but that didn't mean that I couldn't try.

I grabbed the handle and vigorously turned it. Somehow, it was unlocked, and I managed to escape inside before the security guard could notice.

"Hey, what are you doing in here." Said a voice that sounded vaguely familiar. I turned around and there stood Ray, my guitar idol.

I TOLD U GUYS THAT I WOULD BE BACK WITH MORE.  (And if u don't know me or my other fanfic then hi and welcome).  Lol Ik that this a rly common type of fanfic but I'm gonna try to make it a bit different ig.  Welp get lost of exercise kiddos ~💖💖xodlih