Demolition Lovers (A Gerard Way Story)

Chapter Three; New York City

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I just wanted to inform you that we'll be landing at JFK Airport in about 5 minutes. I hope you had a pleasant flight and thanks for choosing Frontier Airlines."

Finally. I landed at JFK and made my way through the cattle that is the general public of JFK Airport to find my luggage. It was chilly, which is bizarre to me. Considering that right now in Dallas it's 97 degrees.  I was not preparing for this, instead preparing for my weather, and dressed like I would at home. I wore my Debbie Harry tank top, shorts, and flip flops. As I grabbed my luggage and made my way outside, I noticed that there was someone in a suit holding a sign up with my name on it. And trust me, you've not lived until a man in a suit holds up a sign with your name on it. Limo and all. Inner child was squealing in delight. 

"Are you Kayla Mason?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Kevin Pickler, I pick the new recruits for the camp. Follow me to the limo miss."

I followed Kevin to the limo, and he opened the door for me, while putting my carry-on in the trunk. I looked around and there were candy bars, champagne, sodas, all the fixins you could think of. It was quite nice. Kevin slid into the seat next to me, and handed me a Dr. Pepper. How he knew that was my favorite soda, I'll never know.

"Wow, this is some primo treatment for 'campers'."

"Well, we like to make you feel as welcome as possible."

An unknown voice said. I looked a head of me, and there was a broad shouldered man, who looked to be around my father's age. His hair was black, with slight streaks of grey at the roots, he wore wire rim glasses, and was in an expensive suit. His eyes were gold, and welcoming. It was nice. He seemed nice. He was handsome too, for an older man at least.

"Hello, I'm Maxwell Aston, president of Rock 'n Roll Fantasy Camp. The New York Chapter.  It's wonderful to meet you Kayla Mason."

"The feeling is mutual. So, do you treat all of your campers like this?"

"Just the ones flying in from far distances. The ones that don't know their way around the city just yet. That, and I wanted to personally meet you Kayla."

"Why me?"

"Your audition tape was amazing, the raw emotions in the beats you create. Your facial expressions, composure, everything. You've got great skills kid. With the right training you could be the next John Bonham, or Neil Pert."

It was probably the nicest thing a stranger has ever said to me. John and Neil were both idols of mine, and to be compared to them was amazing. I felt honored, elated, and on cloud nine. This is possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me, in a long time. 

"Thank you sir. Honestly, this is an amazin' opportunity, I'm honored of your high opinion of me. I wont let you down."

"Now, now, now stop right there with the formalities. Call me Max, not sir, and I know you wont let me down Kayla. I have faith in you."

"I wont let that faith go to waste Max."

"Good. Oh would you look at that, we're here."

 I looked out the blacked out window, and couldn't see that well. It was dark outside, and tinted windows just don't help with that. But I saw a rather large building. And a doorman at the main entrance. Swanky. Kevin had gotten out, and opened my door for me. Offering me his hand and everything. Wow, even yankees had some gentleman qualities. Who knew. My carry-on was already in front of me, where Kevin had set it down. I grabbed the backpack type thing, that held some comics, my wallet, my Walkman, and an annoyingly abundance of cassettes. Well, I couldn't carry my CD'S I already had them sent here. Cassettes were all I had left.