Rockhouse disasters [Ray/Gerard- not a rayard!!!] - Page 3 - The Black Parade

mabbii · 01-04-2008, 06:36 PM

daaaamn

this is.. WOW...

like
damn...
geebear's an ass.

frankie is.. i don't know... fair enough really... but also a bit ass-ish...

daaannng...

oh and i see you put my word in your siggy =D

loved that update it was... mindblowing

x

Roze<3MCR · 01-04-2008, 06:40 PM

rele? wow thanks!!! nah later u find out gee - well i dont want 2 spoil it. much loveage! now i dont care that only two people are reading it coz theyre the best two people in the world!!! sorry if im comming on two strong, i dont mean it THAT way, just im glad SOMEone out their likes the story! yayz! have cookies, muffins, flapjacks, brownies, icecream i dont care! take it all! you deserve it!

mabbii · 01-04-2008, 07:18 PM

aww thank you

xxx

Roze<3MCR · 01-05-2008, 10:41 PM

i cheated a little to make it longer by adding lyrics. :P hope you dont mind! enjoy!

Gerard POV

In the middle of Rays solo Frank skids up to me on his knees. I do the only decent thing and hump his face, as he has done to me so many times. The crowd go mental and girls are screaming their lungs out. I grin at them and wink. I walk away, and give them a taste of ‘the chicken dance and begin to sing again.

We are coming to the end of our act, and we are about to finish on ‘famous last words’. I glance behind me and I see people waiting in the wings. Probably Green Day and some stage hands. I’ll give the audience the best fucking act they’ve ever seen or heard, and see how they try to compete with that. The guys all gather around me as I gesture to them to come to me.

“Ok, last song, so make it the best one yet. Give it your all, fucking 110%! Big, loud and show stopping fantastic, yeah? ”

“So… play like we always do?” Bob says sarcastically. I send him cold sharp daggers.

“No, bigger and better than ever before. This is the one! We have to be fucking amazing, we ARE fucking amazing, so lets prove it!” they all nod and I spin back to the mike.

“Ok people, we have one last song for you before we go. You may have heard it before, sung to it on the radio, danced to it in your bedroom, whatever you kinky people get up to; but here it is for you now!” Bob hits his sticks together and Ray begins the riffs.

“Now I know, that I can make you stay…” I begin to sing. The crowd go crazy again. Ray and Frank have walked forward and are standing either side of me.

But where's your heart?
But where's your heart?
But where's your...”

Amazingly we all jump in sync at the same time, the boys doing a bunny hop then thrashing the following riff on their guitars, me doing some weird jumping jack. It must have looked great, as the crowd gives a roar of approval for our last second choreographing.

And I know
There's nothing I can say
To change that part
To change that part
To change...

Ray, Frank and Mikey ram on their guitars and Bob whacks out a fantastic beat. I just kick and do some head-banging moves on the stage. But somehow, during that eight second music piece where I don’t have to sing, I really concentrated, really intensely focused and dug down deep inside of me. I found all the emotion that I used to help create this song, about everyone’s mental depressions and drug addictions, especially Mikey, my own brother during that long summer in that old hideous mansion. The heart wrenching pressure, hate, toil and tribulations that everyone was suffering just to put this record together, and we as friends could barely get on and acted like co workers. A forced job, not our life. And I remember how much it hurt that none of us could help each other. I grabbed all of these feelings locked away deep inside of me and brought them to life again, to inject them back into this song. This way, I could sing the song and really mean it. Then the audience would see how this song was meant to be. I almost miss my cue, and I snatch the mike off the stand.

So many
I reach out to the people in front of me
Bright lights, they cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak

I double over, screaming the words as if they were painful, which they were. There was the smallest of pauses, then we all jumped at exactly the same time again. The fans loved it.

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

By this time Frank was doing his stage tricks and playing the guitar on his back. As I was looking over he smiled at me. He looked pretty cute right there and then, and I couldn’t help but grin back.

Can you see
My eyes are shining bright
'Cause I'm out here
On the other side
Of a jet black hotel mirror
And I'm so weak
Is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A love that's so demanding
I get weak

During this part I pretty much acted like I did during the video, completely over-dramatic and crazy. They were lapping it up though!

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

Throughout this chorus I held the mike out for them to scream out the words to. I raised my hand to my ear as if I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I tap the mike. ‘Is this thing on? I can’t hear ya!’ They scream the repeat back a thousand times louder. ‘That’s more I like it!’

Ray is head banging at the front of the stage as he performs, his afro looking like it’s moving in some weird slow motion. Frank is on the floor writhing whilst playing. Some girls are just screaming their heads off. I join in with some really weird dancing that will be sure to embarrass any kids I may end up having. I run to the front of the stage and do a Frank style skid-on-knees.

These bright lights have always blinded me
These bright lights have always blinded me
I say

We all go deathly still. Its amazing how we can always predict what we’re going to do, but I have a feeling that I may be sub-consciously sending hand signals. I sing darkly into the mike and point at one girl in the audience at the front.

I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead

The girl’s bright red but she is screaming and giggling. I walk across the stage, step really close to the front and ‘serenade’ another girl, reaching out to her.

'Cause I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead

I walk back to centre stage: I fall and kneel on the floor, hollering into this microphone as if my life depended on it

'Cause I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead
'Cause I see you lying next to me
With words I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead

Right the way through all this verse I am on the floor, screaming my heart out, in my mind singing for all of us in that god forsaken house, for being mentally worn down and sick, for being sick of each other and most of all for being unable to talk to each other like we could of done and helped each other, especially Mikey, my little brother.

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

We all stand side by side in a row like a soldier line up, even Bob ran down from the drums and stood next to Mikey. We face the audience and we all sing the same chorus that they are singing back to us. It’s a beautiful, wonderful elating feeling.

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

i do this in dedication of my sister (even though she doesnt know im writing this) because no matter how much i say it, she doesnt know how much she really means to me.

kadoodle · 01-06-2008, 01:14 AM

Wow, best update yet. You made it like we were really there at the gig with them.

mabbii · 01-06-2008, 06:21 PM

wow

that was beautiful
i was listening to famous last words while readin it. getting loadsa mental images.
i teared up when geebear thought about how hard it was for mikey and all that....

i just thought.. AAWWWW MY BOBNESS. he's not that bad after all...

update when you can

x

Roze<3MCR · 01-06-2008, 06:57 PM

thats great! thank you so much for the positive feedback! i was so worried about that chapter when i was putting it up! cookies, brownies and muffins galore for the wonderful kadoodle and the amazing mabbii!

Roze<3MCR · 01-08-2008, 02:26 PM

If I though I had ever had heard an audience cheer and applause loudly for us before, it was nothing compared to this. Everyone, thousands and thousands of people, were roaring, yelling, hooting, screaming, crying, clapping, stomping; anything to get any form of noise across. Several things are thrown onto the stage: feather boas, scarves, clothes and underwear being the most prominent things. We all take a bow and bow to each other a little, and we all just hug the closest person we are with. I hug Mikey, squeezing him to death, almost sobbing. That performance was so emotionally draining (and physically exhausting!) it takes almost all my strength not to collapse there and then. I was on one of those emotional lows that hits you right after you’ve been on a real high: so full of life and on top of the world. And then it’s suddenly over, and reality hits you. WHAM. And you fall. But for me it only lasts a few seconds before I’m back on my feet. I hug everyone else, and Frank especially crushes me. I hold him just as tight back. I know he likes the security of me holding him. The rest of the band exit stage right (see, professionals get it right) while I go up to the microphone for a final message.
“Thank you so much, you magnificent mother-fuckers! I just want to bundle each one of you up in a blanket and take you home! You are like my family! I love every one of you! Thank you to Rockhouse for letting us play for you fantastic people!” I give them my own round of applause and make my way off stage. Out of nowhere, I suppose they must have come onstage while I was talking, Billy Joe storms up to me, real close to my face.
“Try topping that” I smirk. He glares a me.
“You were supposed to introduce the next act, us” he growls into my ear, his breath tickling my ear. I feel them turn red.
“What, you seriously think we were going to introduce you, you egotistical dick?” I say sarcastically. He shoves me square on the shoulders, really hard and I hit the stage wall behind me.
“You wanker! You lost fair and square, why don’t you just climb out of your own asshole and get over yourself?” he rages at me, his face screwed up with hate.
“Me? Get over myself? Fuck you!” I shove him back and he almost falls over. We start grabbing each other, pushing and pulling, punching each other in the stomachs, really stupid playground rough-housing. It’s all so fast I don’t realise what either of us are doing. I forget about everyone, about Tre and Mike on stage, about all of those fans watching us, about how bad this is going to be for gossip, and even our reputation. All I can think about is how I will NOT let Billy Joe think he’s better than me.

And SMACK. He punches me square in the nose. I instantaneously hit the floor. Before I have time to even put my hand up to my face he kneels on top of my chest, pinning my arms down with his legs. He leans over me, really close to my face, only a few inches away from his.
“Get off me, man!” I choke. I can’t breathe
“Listen, I know what you’re playing at. Acting like the big man because you’re the lead singer of your band, which is now internationally recognised. Thousands of fans out there, screaming for you. You take credit and authority from it, and why shouldn’t you? You demand respect by acting like a complete asshole. I know the way it works, I’m just like you. All except it’s taken me twenty years to get to that point, and I’m not going to let you take it away from me because ‘you’re more popular at the moment’. This gig can’t hold us both. So we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” He says to me in an oddly calm voice. His eyes are staring straight into mine and I can’t look away. His lips are almost touching mine. It takes all of my concentration not to lick my own. I can feel blood running from my nose across my mouth, and I can feel my heart pounding in my ears. I feel disjointed from my flailing legs and my arms are going numb.
“Oh god…” I whimper. His face glares at me for not giving a straight answer. He bounces on my chest to make me focus, knocking what little air I have out of me and my skull bangs on the floor. It’s unbelievably painful.
“So what’s it going to be, Geebear?” he grins, his face leering over mine.
“Your way, your way!” I splutter. Suddenly he’s gone and I can breathe again. I crane my neck and I see that two guys have finally grabbed him and pulled him off of me. Someone grips my arms and hoists me upright. The sudden intake of precious oxygen has me leaning against the wall coughing and seeing stars explode in my eyes. I look over my shoulder at Billy Joe, who already has slung his guitar strap on. He looks at me and grins. I must have looked terrified. Well I am! That guy’s a psycho! He turns back and walks to centre stage.
“C’mon Gee, lets get you sat down.” A familiar voice murmurs in my ear. It’s Ray, helping me stay upright. I am led offstage like a lamb, but I strain my ears. As far as I can hear, but I can’t believe it, there seems to be a large amount of booing and hissing from the audience. I suddenly feel so ashamed.

arg! im posting these faster than i can type! *shrugs* oh well, you guys are worth it

tell me what you think!

mabbii · 01-08-2008, 02:33 PM

whoa... ah-mazing m'luvly [why do i do that posh thing? 'm'luvly'/'m'dear']

that was so awesome
"get over myself? fuck you!" that made me giggle for some reason.
i just pictured gerry-joe fighting.

and then billi-joe pinning geebear to the floor like that.
HAWTNESS lol... just. for some odd reason it was hott!

x

Roze<3MCR · 01-08-2008, 02:37 PM

oh my bob you just reminded me of something i totally forgot to put in! i have now and edited, specially for you. can you see where it is?

anyway, hawtness was supposidly intentional m'dahlin. oh my bob you have me doing it now! glad you liked it!!! have mass amounts of cookies!