The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

(The Trinity) History Lessons

^ Since it starts off in school, why not? Ahem.

Gerard Way was officially bored.

He'd BEEN bored for the last 15 minutes.  What did he expect, though; it WAS History Class.  Mr. Dirnt was nice enough, but History in general was boring.  Gerard looked over at his friend Frank Iero, who had crumpled his worksheet into a ball and was throwing it at the wall, catching it, and throwing it again.  I wonder how Mr. Dirnt doesn't see him, Gerard thought, smiling inwardly.  The magic of being short, I guess.  He turned away from Frank and saw Dallon Weekes and Brendon Urie passing notes to each other, also unseen by Mr. Dirnt.

"Mr. Dirt-- I mean, DirNt! I'm booored!" called a voice.  It was Joe Trohman, whom Gerard only knew through his brother's boyfriend, Pete.  Mr. Dirnt stopped explaining... whatever he was explaining, Gerard didn't really care.  "Joe, I don't have the time to listen to you whine about nothing and everything all at once," the teacher said firmly.  "Can we go to the next class? History is boring," Joe complained, not heeding his teacher's words.  Mr. Dirnt gave Joe a glare, then said calmly, "Has anyone here even taken notes on today's WW1 Lesson?"

The whole class shook their heads.

Mike, or rather, Mr. Dirnt, shook his head in exasperation.  "How about yesterday's lesson on Ancient Rome, or the superstitions of Colonial America?" Again, the whole class shook their heads.  "Well...." Mr. Dirnt trailed off, pausing for so long that it made the class nervous.  Then: "Why don't you all take a walk down the Boulevard of Back In Time?" "Wait, what--" Ray began to ask, but before he could finish, Mr. Dirnt snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a blue portal opened up underneath the class, and they tumbled through it with much screaming.

"AAAAAHH! WHAT'S GOING OOONNN!?" Patrick Stump cried.  "I DUNNO, BUT IT DOESN'T LOOK GOOOOD!" Dallon yelled back.  As they fell, three side portals opened up.  Spencer, Brendon, and Dallon flew into one (I didn't include Ryan or Jon for sake of the plot, you'll see), Gerard, Mikey, Frank, and Ray into the second, and Patrick, Pete, Andy, and Joe into the third.

*Panic! At the Disco -- The Ballad of Mona Lisa*

Brendon, Spencer, and Dallon crashed down onto wooden floors.  "Where are we?" Spencer asked.  The boys had landed in a small, gray-walled house, where people in black mingled around them.  "Huh...?" Dallon looked down at himself and his friends, noticing their black attire too. Brendon's was slightly fancier -- he had golden gears decorating his black suit.  "Oh, the band is here.  Why are you laying on the floor?" a woman said, noticing them.  She extended a hand, and helped the boys up.  "Band...?" Brendon trailed off.  He had always wanted to form a band, specifically with his friends Spencer, Ryan, Jon, and perhaps Dallon, but it wasn't official.  "You're the band we hired for Brandon's death, aren't you?" the woman asked.  "Death? I'm right--" Brendon started, then he realized she'd said 'Brandon'.  "Uh, yeah, we are," he said instead.  "Great!" the woman exclaimed.  "Bren, what the heck are we doing?!" Dallon hissed, nudging his friend.  "I dunno, let's just try performing!" Brendon hissed back.  The three boys took to the stage -- Brendon in front with a mic, Dallon with a bass guitar, and Spencer sitting behind the drum kit.  Brendon noticed three sheets of paper with musical notes on them.  "Hey, here's the song we're supposed to play," Brendon said, handing two of the sheets to his friends. 

He cleared his throat.  "AHEM!" The funeral guests turned and looked at him, and Brendon smiled.  "We're gonna play you a little song, so here goes nothing!"

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin
She's paid for