Rockhouse disasters [Ray/Gerard- not a rayard!!!] - Page 2 - The Black Parade

Roze<3MCR · 01-03-2008, 09:56 AM

Rozés POV

I’m sitting on a box as Cris is tying up my blindfold. It smells of cigarettes and B.O.
“Please Cris, don’t make me do this, I can’t possibly…’ I plead him. I don’t want to do this; I'm shit scared and having a total panic attack.
“I’m sorry, Rozé, but the sooner we let these egomaniacs get it over and done with the better, y’know?” he murmurs in my ear. I nod blindly in my darkness. There are butterflies in my stomach. In fact, screw butterflies, I'm so nervous it feels like there are giant eagles attacking my abdomen and my heart is racing like a steam train. Chudda chudda chudda chudda…
“Alright, we have a judge, who cannot tell who’s playing, so will be able to make a decision based purely on musical terms”, a voice yells a few meters away. I think it’s the MD. Chudda chudda… “First up, drums”.
Footsteps make their way across the area. A drum beat begins, thrashing the drums and smashing the cymbals. Proper heavy rock fest. There is a polite applause when it’s finished. It was very good. The second person makes their way across. Their footsteps are heavier. They begin to play. Hmm, they are more rhythmical and constructed, and it has more character, like a proper drum solo. It’s more to my preference, but I know some metal heads would prefer the other drummer. More applause.
“Vote?” calls the voice. Oh God.
“Um… second drummer” I meekly say. Someone mutters “Shit!” loudly.
“Green Day win drums!” Ah. Damn, poor Bob. He was so nice.
“Next, Bass.” My expertise. Crap, this was going to be hard. The first started, slow and deep, then built up into a more rhythmical foot-tapping tune. The second was a bit more punky, then I realised it was a rendition of ‘Give ‘em Hell, Kid’.
“Vote?” asked the Voice of Doom.
“Second.”
“My Chemical Romance wins Bass.” A plugged in bass is thrown to the floor and it sends a jarring squeal through the air. I hear people recoil with me as I shove my palms against my ears. Wow, they were getting really het up over this.
“Lads, calm down please. Next, guitar.” Oh holy hell. This was probably going to be the hardest. Ray versus Billy Joe?
The first starts playing. Very rhythmical, sliding up and down the fingerboard, then mixing it all up and then playing really high. I can just imagine fingers flying up and down the length of the guitar. This was a proper guitar solo. I grin, my mind already made up. I knew it was Ray.
The second starts, thrashing his guitar, playing all over the place. Very hard core rock. It kinda reminded me of that scene in ‘back to the future’ when Marty was doing his guitar solo.
“Vote?”
“First.” I say immediately, nodding my head.
“Fuck!” someone scream, and a (thankfully unplugged) guitar is thrown. Whack clunk bang. This was obviously Billy Joe. “Fucking amateur bitch!” I hear him not-so-discreetly snarl. Ouch.
“Um, guitar vote to My Chemical Romance.” I imagined a grin spread over rays big lips. I hope he was smiling.
“Next, singing.” Here we go, clash of the Titans. “They’ll be singing their own version of ‘Mary had a little Lamb’” every one was silent for a moment, then all burst out laughing. I heard Billy Joe scream “dude, what the fuck?” at the voice of doom guy.
“Now now, it’s a song everyone knows and you have a chance to alter it to suit your preference and style. I couldn’t pick a rock song or you guys would end up arguing about that as well.” The Voice says, amused.
“fine.” Someone muttered darkly into the mike. “Mary! She had a li-itle lamb! Its fleece was whi-ite as snow! E-Everywhere that Ma-ary went that! Lamb! Was! Sure! To! Go!” someone sang soulfully the first half, then screamed the last six words. Gerard.
“Mary! Oh, Mary! Your little lamb, its fleece is (beat) white as snow! Everywhere that you walk to, your little lamb is (beat) sure to go!” undoubtedly Billy Joe. Oh shit this was hard. Ok, must judge by performance, not personality, performance… not that personality matters, they’ve both been really harsh with me… oh god help me
“Vote?” calls the voice of doom. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“I… I don’t know-” I mumble.
“For gods sake, just pick!” someone yells
“I-I, oh um, well…s-second” I say, making my mind up on the spot. There is massive cheering and screaming, but none louder or more disappointed then Gerard.
“FUCK! STUPID KID! SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE’S DOING!” Gerard screams. I physically wince.
“The results are dead even, two all!” the voice yells over the commotion. There are lots of ‘ooohs’ and whispers.
“What’s the deciding vote?” asks someone. There is a deadly silence. Then suddenly-
“Kiss her!” someone yells.
“What?!?” I hear several people gasp, but none louder or more shocked than me. I almost fall off my box.
“Ok then gents; kiss the lovely young lady and win her vote!” Announces the voice, very pleased.
“What? No I-” I try to protest, but I hear fast paced footsteps and I feel them- him- grab me and kiss me. It threw me completely off guard and I was frozen stiff, my arms stuck at my sides. There were a few wolf whistles but I barely hear them. This person was planting an open lipped kiss on me. No tongue. Almost sweet but too forceful. He places his hand on the back of my head. I don’t move and my mouth remains shut, but maybe, just maybe, my lips act a little bit. He pulls away. A few seconds later I feel a hand run through my hair and down my jaw, pulling my chin towards this other person. At least I was prepared. Our lips meet. He was gentle and not as strong as the other. He leans to the left. Cool, different. His lips are chapped. He nibbles my lower lip and pulls away. I take a second to zone back. Wow. Definite winner.
“And the deciding vote is?” announces the voice grandly. Cue drum roll. Oh my god they have a drum roll.
“second.” There is a loud cheering from the left and the blindfold is pulled away from my head.
“I’ll just take that back.” Billy Joe is standing in front of me, smiling, holding his tie. I felt my stomach drop. I was slightly hoping that it was Gerard. Billy Joe walks off. I look to my right and I see Gerard storming off, screaming at the other members of the band “we should have done fucking download!” as they are getting their instruments together. Ray looks up and catches my eye.
“I’m so sorry,” I mouth apologetically. He smiles sympathetically and shakes his head, his hair bouncing, as if to say ‘Don’t worry about it’. Then he picks up his guitar and leaves with the rest of them.
“Yo, earth to Rozé” Cris pokes me with his drum stick.
“Huh? What?” I snap back.
“Come one, we got to get ready; we’re on in an hour after the two other bands.”
“Oh right. Sure, sorry”
“Are you ok? Usually getting changed and make up is you’re favourite bit!” Cris jokes, but he’s looking at me, his dark almond eyes filled with concerned.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just still a bit shaken, y’know?” he nods sympathetically, and we make our way to the graffiti bus.

thank you to mabbii and kadoodle for keeping the faith!!! my fanstars!

mabbii · 01-03-2008, 01:29 PM

oh my bob
ah they kissed her. GAH lucky!
mary had a little lamb.. lol.. i could actually hear GeeBear sing that xD
sounds SO damn good.
we should phone him and make him sing it lol

ray's bouncy hair made me giggle lol
that update was AWESOME

"screw the butterflies"
my new phrase

Roze<3MCR · 01-03-2008, 01:48 PM

ha geebear! i remember someone talking about that in another thread! i may use that thanks! you have his number??????

thank you so much mabbii! cookie and coffe and i may update later this evening!

ps. how do i join the ohmyfrankingbob crew???

mabbii · 01-03-2008, 02:29 PM

yeah it was in buggs thread lol
do i have his number? oh i wish xD
grr why didn't bob tell us what mikey's number was

you just add me and put 'I'm in the Oh My Franking Bob Crew' or something in your siggy

Roze<3MCR · 01-03-2008, 05:20 PM

Rays POV

We’re going on in 15 minutes, much to Gerard’s disappointment that we aren’t going last. Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. But he’s bitching, whining and complaining to anyone who’ll listen.

“But she’s only been in the business for what, two years, tops? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She was only biased because Green Day have been around for longer.” Gerard snarls through gritted teeth as he applies eyeliner backstage. Frank is sitting behind him, but he doesn’t answer as he practises riffs on his guitar. His face is dark and moody, so I don’t think he’s forgiven Gerard for not picking him. I would have gladly let Frank play in my place, I wanted no part in this argument of his, but there is no disagreeing with Gerard. The atmosphere backstage is terrible, miserable almost, not excited with a hint of nervousness as it should be. I can’t stand listening to Gerard go on. I walk off with my guitar and follow the music.

I find myself by the wings, watching the band that’s playing. The crowd is the first thing I notice. They’ve really got them going. I look at the bassist, who’s playing closest to me on stage left with their back to me. It’s a girl wearing skin tight dark pinkish-red jeans, dirty black and pink converse and a slouchy black t-shirt covered with two belts. She has masses of bangles, bracelets and wristbands adorning her arms. I notice she has streaks of vibrant red and purple in her short, choppy, sandy coloured hair. At the chorus she spins around… it’s Rozé! I only see a glimpse of her as she whips round, but she has a rose motif on her t shirt, and her eyes… she has this violet eyeliner on that makes her eyes seem really green, almost like emeralds. She has drawn spirals or patterns leading from her eye down her face. Wow. It's shocking the transormation she's made from her dirty overalls and baseball cap. she looks pretty amazing. She looks good as far as band style goes. I remember the fun we used to have experimenting with make up, Frank with the big crosses over his eyes, and Gerard with the black mask and the skull. We don’t do it much anymore…

The song finishes. Rozé walks up to the front, where her mike is. I recognise Jamie walking up to the front too.

“Okay, we have one more song left for you amazing people. You really are fantastic, each and every one of you. We are so grateful to be playing for you guys. But everyone, you need to calm down!” What? How can you tell a crowd like that to calm down? “Calm down! And save the Panic…for Anxiety!” she roars the last part, and the crowd go wild. Oh, that must be the title of their song. The drums beat begins, and Rozé moves excitedly to the music. At each of the beats in the last intro bar she throws her right fist in the air to the tempo. It looked like she ringing a bell.

“One Two Three Four!” she wails into the mike and begins to play. I try to focus on the other members of the group. That’s Jamie singing, that guy there with the other guitar must be Dan, Cris the drummer is now doing a drum solo; but my eyes keep wandering back to her. She really must be the main appeal of the band; she is the leading performer, the one keeping the interest of the audience. Well, maybe I’m being unfair; Jamie is very good as well-
Someone taps me on the shoulder. It’s Bob.

“You ready?”

“What? Oh yeah, course I am!” I look around. The rest of the band is behind me.

“They’re pretty good, aren’t they?” Bob mentions.

“Yeah, impressive.” I focus on the band again. They’re coming to the end of their song, and finish with a big bang from the drums. Rozé comes and grabs the mike from the stand as the rest of her band exit from stage right.

“Wow, thank you guys so much for being here today. But right now, here are the guys you’ve been waiting to see, give it up for My! Chemical! Roooomance!” she hollers like a ringleader at a boxing match. The crowd go crazy, cheering and whooping, holding up banners and a Mexican wave moves from left to right. Rozé puts the mike back on the stand and runs off and makes her way to exit, but comes off at the wing we’re standing at.

“No! What’s she doing? Exit stage right! Right!” a stagehand whimpers beside us. Rozé spots us and stops.

“Oh crap! I thought I had to exit stage right!” she gasps, her purple-lined eyes wide as plates. I notice her makeup up close. The pattern is a coiled and looping rose stem. It’s very- interesting.

“You did! This is stage left! Your left, not the one that the audience faces.” I laugh. Her face crumples

“Crap! It was all going so well, I always screw up!” she sighs and squeezes past us.

“You were really good you know,” I say as i hold my guitar up to make room. It look like she was about to disagree, but a stage hand was making a stern face at her, telling her that we should be onstage and to stop delaying us.

“Thanks!” she whispers and runs off. I smile to myself, take a deep breath, grip my guitar and walk onto the stage.

mabbii · 01-03-2008, 05:27 PM

aww
LOVE!
ray loves her doesn't he?
whoo! i was having tonsa mental images xD

great update m'dear!

update when ya can

x

kadoodle · 01-03-2008, 05:36 PM

Go Ray! He's such a gentleman but Gerard needs a kick for being such a tosser.

Roze<3MCR · 01-04-2008, 01:48 PM

ooh how about instead of gerry-joe (we shud start calling the G-bear Gerry! and have a cat called Tom!) but Gelly-joe? thats funny and tasty! just a suggestion tell me what ya think :P

im gonna update soooon!

mabbii · 01-04-2008, 01:52 PM

gelly...
xD

why did that make me think of gummy bears? :S
anyway
YAY UPDATES!

Roze<3MCR · 01-04-2008, 06:18 PM

have some frankie, he's been missing out some. dont worry though, he has a key upcoming role later...

Franks POV

We were just about to walk onto stage when that singer from the other band decides to be dumb and start chatting with us. Uh, hello, we’re supposed to be on now! I feel like screaming at her. Just because she finally has a big break doesn’t mean that the world stops for her and she can talk to whoever she wants. If it wasn’t for her Gerard wouldn’t be in such a bad mood. Maybe. He’s been a bit short tempered recently. Gerard is behind me, his breath hot on my neck. My stomach does a flip, but it’s nothing to do with show nerves. I smile to myself and decide to non-verbally forgive him for picking Ray, but I’ll make it up to him onstage. Play my fucking heart out. Ray makes his way onstage, and the girl zooms past us. But Gerard grabs her hand and stops her. Bob walks on, then Mikey in front of me. I know I should walk on, it’s my cue, but I want to see what happens.

“Hey, you were good up there, y’know.” He says in a sexy, husky voice. She blushes deep red that matches her coloured pants.

“Thanks” she mumbles.

“No, I really mean it-” Gerard continues, a sexy smile spreading across his face. I interrupt.

“Uh, Gee, we got to go,” I whisper to him.

“Just a minute!” he hisses at me. I cross my arms and glare at her.

He continues to the girl “Forget about what happened before, you were only doing what you asked, and you were honest. That’s a good trait to have. I like it.” He smiles at her, and lets her arm go.

“Thanks” she repeats herself, stunned, and runs off backstage

“What was that about?” I seethe as we just about to walk onstage.

“No one says I’m shit and gets away with it. I’m gonna fuck with that bitch.” He mutters darkly to me.

I grin to myself. He’s not really interested in her. But the way he was acting with Billy Joe before has made me slightly nervous. I can always tell when he likes someone by the way he acts with them, much like the way he used to act with me…

We step onto the centre of the stage. The audience is screaming as they catch sight of us. Gerard walks up to the mike and snatches it off the stand.

“Hello Britain!” Gerard screams at them, pacing the stage. They make a loud reply.

“What? I can’t hear you! I said HELLO BRITAIN!” he bellows at them. The vicinity roars back, ten times louder. He continues talking to them as we plug our guitars to amps.

“I can do a really shitty British accent. You wanna hear it?” more roar of the crowd “I sed I caunt do ah bretesh arccent!” an even louder roar and several deafening screams.

“Well I’ll give you motherfuckers something to scream about!” and we begin our act.

Halfway through and there’s still no stopping us, or the audience. We’re halfway through playing ‘Dead’, and I wanna do something to get Gerard’s attention. As soon as Ray starts playing his solo, I jump and slide on my knees up to where Gerard’s standing- at the front of the stage- so I'm staring right at his pants. He closes the gap between us and grinds his pelvis against my face. I grin and rub my face in it, secretly savouring the moment. In the distance girls are screaming, but I’m not listening, it’s just me and Gerard. I lean forward a bit more to do something else- but he has already walked off and gone. And I nearly land flat on my face. I don’t let my anger and jealousy show; I just take it out on my guitar. I play it so goddamn hard, even I could have won against Billy Joe, and then maybe Gerard would be proud of me…

Whoa. Wait, did I just think that? I thrash on my fingerboard. Nah, of course not. I’m just in a stupid mood ‘cause Gerard didn’t give me any more on stage. I think he’s getting bored of me…

No. Stop. Thinking. Shit. I wham the strings again and concentrate, and put Gerard and everyone else out of my mind.