Wow, you guys are just getting spoiled today.
By the way, if you aren't prepared for the immense feels and/or haven't gotten over the breakup and/or have gotten over the breakup (yes, I know what I said.) you have been warned.
This is all in Gerard's point of view, and that's is when when you know shit is about to go down.
Anywhore, lets'a go!
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Its Saturday, May 19, 2012 in Asbury Park, New Jersey.
The feeling inside me that was once a burning anger- something that changed entirely- burnt out. I was left with and icy feeling, a cold, anxiety that made me nervous at every look and glance at the crowd.
This happened backstage, the others trying to cheer me up as they 'wanted to make this moment special for all of us.'
I didn't have it, but I tried to pick myself up and start walking off on stage, my legs weakening at the sight of the fans, people who's lives depended on mine.
They all planned on coming here to have a good time, to laugh and let the music melt their troubles away. Usually, I'd grant that but now, my body just wasn't having it.
We played throughout the set, my voice sometimes shaking in nervousness but I got into the groove a few songs later, making sure to savor the moment as of to not finish it off too quickly. I didn't want this to end.
We got to the last song, and we played it.
My last words to say?
"So long, not goodnight." I sang to the crowd. They all cheered and whined that it was the last song in the set, but they didn't know that it'd be the last line I'd ever say.
After that, My Chemical Romance was done.
We headed backstage, everyone threw their instruments on the floor.
Some of us sobbed because it was all over, our dream that we were able to live was done and our messages had been told.
Then we said our goodbyes.
We headed our seperate ways.
