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

Roze<3MCR · 11-25-2007, 05:53 PM

ratings: 15 - Suitable For People aged 15+
i know some of the readers arent exactly 15 but this is only a suggested age rating.

my 1st fan fict!!! roze is meant to have a french dash over the 'e' so its pronounced 'roze-eh'. :P enjoy and tell me what you think!!!
p.s. there is a while before you get to meet MCR, in the prologue, they dont appear immediantly, just to warn you.

Prologue, chapter 1,2,3,4- pg 1
chapter 5,6,7- pg 2
chapter 8,9- pg 3
chapter 10, 11 & 11.5- pg 4
chapter 12- pg 5
chapter 13- pg 6
chapter 14- pg 11
chapter 15- pg 12
chapter 16- pg 13
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Rozes POV

The rockhouse tour. one of the biggest, loudest and most famous music tours in the UK. its opening weekend is a festival where, aside from the obvious big names like Glastonbury and the Isle of White festival, the tickets were one of the most demanded for that summer of 07. band names were made, famed and immortalised if they got the opportunity to play there.

And our band was playing.

Let me tell you how it works: The festival is the main concert, a three-day-weekend of rock music. On the Friday small, unsigned (or just signed up) bands play (that may have a small following or myspace fan-base). On Saturday the bigger names in the UK play, and in the evening the big guns are pulled out: the international superstars. on sunday other big names play, but they arent signed up for the tour.
The tour is a 4 week tour around the whole of great britain and ireland. the two biggest names are immediantly signed up for, then three of the smaller british bands are signed up later, judged on how well they perform at the concert.

And our band was also the band to open for those International Superstars., who just happened to be: My Chemical Romance and Green Day.

Our band is called "Directions to Nowhere". there are four of us: Cris, who plays drums, Dan who plays rhythem guitar, Jamie who plays lead guitar and co-sings with me. I'm Roze and I play bass, and i am the only girl.
so here I am, in the middle of a busy field outside our second-hand-bright-red-double-decker-bus (which we will be personalising soon!), in an old white t-shirt, dungarees and a baseball cap, waiting.
the band coaches are comming within the next couple of hours. I am so excited. these are probably my two favourite bands in the world. I am acting like such a fangirl, its retarded. jamies arouynd somewhere, and Cris and Dan are helping the stage hands, so they can get to watch the current show. were not really allowed to otherwise it will get too crowded behind stage. bummer.

"Roze! get your fuckin arse over here!" jamie calls from behind the bus. Im kinda apprehensive, as he played this trick earlier on me, and he was taking a piss. he knew it would freak me out. "Come on, Im not taking a leak!" I sigh and walk over. Hes standing there, 6 foot tall, well built, hazel eyes, floppy brown hair and thick red square glasses, with a big case of 5 litre paint cans and about 20 spraycans. "What colour do you want?"
"purple!" I squeal. he rolls his eyes.
"fuck sake, cant you be more open?"
purple is my thing, my signature almost. eyeliner, jeans, jackets, my bass, i have them in purple. i even have purple (and red) streaks in my hair)
"Fine! how about a midnight blue?"
"what, you mean navy blue?"
"well yeah, but darker, deeper"
"so... navy blue?" he smirks. i whack his arm
"dont be a jerk! just because Im more... creative!"
"this is comming from the girl who thinks the world would be a better place if the world was always purple?" he whacks me back
"shut up! is "navy blue" okay?" i ask. he picks up a very heavy can
"this what you mean?" he grunts. colour had dribbled out of the lid. it was a very dark, almost black blue.
"thats perfect" i nod and smile. he practically drops it and groans. he then picks up two rollers and hands me one. and we start to paint.
but after a few strokes Jamie stops and frowns. i follow suit.
"whats wrong?"
"it doesnt look... blue" he cocks his head to one side. i stand back and look harder. the vibrant red has merged with the blue to make...
"its purple" i say, kinda dumbfounded
"yeah. its purple" he says through gritted teeth. he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. i pull a face and wrinkle my nose
"i dont like it"
"what?!?" he yells, shocked. its true! its this gross dark shade of maroon! i turn to face him, but he slaps a big smack of paint ot my face
"oi!" i whack my roller on his shoulder. soon we are having this paint fight till i get some in my eye.
"FUCK! My eye!" i gasp, clutching my face. its so painful! Jamie runs and grabs a bottle of water, and shoves it in my hand. i rinse out my eye thoughrouly "is it okay now?" i ask jamie, squinting. he holds my face and opens up my eyelinds. i feel my eyeball rolling around in its socket.
"i think youll live. you might wanna tone down the eye make up though" he smirks. i rub at the paint around my eye, which is beginning to dry "hey hey hey, no rubbing!" he warns, grabbing my wrist. "maybe we should just finish the bus and get it over and done with- and then we can start spraying!" he grins, trying to lift my spirits.
"what about the colour?"
"screw the colour, we wont be able to see much of it once we get our hand on these" jamie nudges the case of spraycans with his foot. i nod and dip my roller back into the paint.
A few hours later we had finished and ate our lunch while the paint was drying. now we are ready to spray! i had tied an old rag around my nose and mouth, and Jamie had a black bandana around his. i pick up a bright pink and green aerosol and make my way to the back of teh bus. i shake the pink can and spray small curved lines that spiral and grow. it soon becomes the head of my signature rose logo, the one i have tattooed on my hip and the one that i have drawn with a sharpie onto my bass. but the sprayed one doesnt look right. with the green spray i complete it, and spray a curved stem with a single leaf. i smudge the wet paint with my thumb outwards in small strokes to creat thorns. it still doesnt look right. the paint is beginning to drip, the pink drops leaking into the stem, which was also leaving little trails behing. it looks as though it was bleeding. that gives me an idea. i pick up a red spraycan. i stand with the can at arms length close to the bus and spray colour onto the underside of the petals. being so close the colour immediantly runs, giving it an effective bleeding look. Jaime comes over and removes his bandana.
"typical" he grins at the rose "although, thats pretty cool what you did there." he says approvingly, tracing in mid air the red leaks "not bad for a newbie" he nods patronisingly. jaime was a proper graffitist, or "street artist". i walk over to his side of the bus. it was coveres (even the windows) with big 3D block text "DIRECTIONS TO NOWHERE", and a few mad graffiti faces.
"not bad for a pro." i mock him. he laughs. "come on, lets finish up". i walk back over to my side of the bus and spray whatever comes into my head- eyes, stars, fireworks, hands. i am now spraying the outline of a spider. i dont know why, i hate spiders. but then i hear voices behind me. i remove my cloth and i look around. i see a big black coach with some guys climbing out and lighting up. suddenly my heart starts racing and i cant breathe. i recognise those sunglasses, that hair, that tattoo, those piercings. my chemical romance had arrived.

Roze<3MCR · 11-25-2007, 05:53 PM

not only had my chemical romance arrived, but they had pulled up right outside our bus and i hadnt even noticed. i feel my face turn red, so i cover it back up with my cloth and attempt to start spraying again, even though my hands are shaking so badly i cant keep the can still.
"hey, you wanna do ours next?" one of them calls. i turn around and see Frank looking at me. i cant even reply, Im so giddy i make out that ive said something but my cloth muffles my voice. some of them are stratching out their legs and walk over to where i am. i turn around back to the bus, my face on fire.
"cool, blood" someone says, in a very thick new jersey accent. a man with longish black hair, sunglasses and a cigarette held in his pursed lips is studying my bleeding rose. Gerard Way. "how much are they paying ya?"
"um... nothing really..." i stutter. god im nervous
"really? why?" he blows smoke in my direction. i struggle not to cough.
"um, coz im actually part of this band" i mumble, removing my cloth.
"no shit! youre joshing me, right?" joshing? he looks at my skeptically, his eyebrows raised, his sunglasses down on the brink of his nose and his eyes surveying me.
"no, really, im the bass player of the band. Were opening for you tonight" i say earnestly, nodding my head to confirm it. i probably look like some noddy dog. he takes anouther drag of his cigarette.
"i thought Green day were going on before us," Franks straightens up from studying an eye with a scowl, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. gerard frowns as well.
"hmm. we'll get it sorted" he says, not too fussed. Frank makes a weird noise.
"ick, spiders" he pulls a face at my tarantula
"i dont like them much either" i say casually.
"then why paint it then? makes no sense." he pokes it
"i can change it..." i offer
"make it a scorpion." he says, no demands, pointing to his tattoo.
"um, okay then." i shrug.
"Frank, shut up! the kid can paint whatever she wants. its just a dumb fucking spider, its not going to bite you" gerard snaps at frank. wow, theres some tension here. wait, im a kid? im 21 for gods sake!
Gerard takes a final deep drag from his cigarette and then stubs it out on the bus. i stand with my mouth open, shocked. we just spent three hours painting it and he just stubs out his fag onto all out hard work. Gerard smiles at me, quite a posed, practised, forced smile.
"see ya later, kid." and he walks off. he may have winked at me, but i cant tell behind those big sunglasses. Frank follows him, without saying anything. i just watch them go, my mouth still hung open, gobsmacked. i dont know how to react. my idols had just talked to me and they were such jerks, yet so charming. well, gerard was, slightly. i rubbed my finger where he had stubbed out his fag on the bus. grey ash had fused with the just dry paint, causing it to wrinkle. it would stay that way now. i frown and try to rub some of the ash off, to no avail. i hear jamies laugh, so i follow it. he was standing there talking to ray and bob. i smile. i dont want to interrup, so im turning to leave...
"roze!" jamie calls, waving and inviting me over. i meekly oblige. he puts his arm around me
"so this is Roze, bassist, co singer and sex appeal of the band." he introduces me. my face turns red.
"shut up!" i hiss. the guys laugh. i wonder if they have let their fame get to their head. but they seem genuinly, well genuine.
"this is ray and bob, as im sure you already know"
"hey" i say shyly
"hey" they reply, raising their hands in a half wave.
"cool bus" ray comments, looking up at it, "did you help paint it?"
"um, yeah" i mutter. why cant i say something more interesting?
"well obviously, ray, she couldnt have been more paint splattered if she had been dipped in the stuff!" bob says sarcastically.
"well i thought it was just stage make up" ray laughs and shrugs. shit, i still have paint on my face. probably a big gloop over my eye. i attempt to rub it off my face, paranoid. the guys grin a little bit
"well, we should be getting to the rehersal now, we're running a bit late" bob sighs, looking at his watch
"reherals? oh shit! i gotta get changed!" i gasp
"hey chill! Youve got like a half hour left. we'll see ya there. really cool bus, once again" ray smiles and puts his hands into his pockets. they walk of togther.
there was a pause between me and jamie. we then slowly look at each other and we have the broadest grins on our faces, and then we completly loose it and start screaming.
"Oh My God! that was... they like...oh my god!" Jamie yells, he couldnt even complete a sentance
"they were here! talking to us!" i shriek. we just start gabbing over each other. we're completely star struck.
"were you speaking to gerard and frank?" he asks once we had both calmed down a little. i nod
"what were they like?"
"um well- they seemed... nice"
"nice? just nice? fuck sake, theyre gerard and frank! havent you fancied gerard since forever?"
"yeah, well i dont think they were too interested in what i had to say or anything" i shrug. jamie grins
"bit up themselves?"
"yeah, just a tad"i laugh back. he shakes his head
"promise me we'll never get like that." i laugh to myself. jamie laps up all the fame and attention, he loves it (well, what we have of it)
"yeah, i promise"
he looks at his watch. "shit, we should really get ready" he walks up into the bus. i follow
"they wernt that bad" i try to argue slightly immaturly
he laughs. "okay, whatever you say"

so whaddya think? and yeah i know that mcr did the green day tour, just forget that, and the fact they have girlfriends. apart from mikey (you will find out what happened to him later, i havent forgotton!) so please leave a message thanks!!!!

Roze<3MCR · 12-02-2007, 01:43 PM

please please PLEASE leave a comment! that would really brighten up my day! cookies all around *hopeful*

now we're getting somewhere!

Rays POV

"Are we fucking there yet?" Gerard whines for what must be the fourhundredth time in the last hour.
"Gerard, shut the hell up, we can see the fucking field from here!" Bob turns around and yells back, then he slumps against the window. Mikey rolls his eyes, sighs, and continues texting. We are all pissed off, especially at Gerard and Frank, who have just been whining and complaining all through the trip like some shitty five year olds.
"Well finally! I can have a fucking cigarette then!" Gerard shouts at Bob, and then slouches back into his seat, crossing his arms and talking to Frank again. Four hour long road trips do not mix well with them. We pull into the field. Bob nudges me.
"Hey, look at that bus." He points out the window. I lean in and look out. There was this weird dark brownish purple two storey bus there, and these two guys were spray painting it. It was pretty cool. The bus squeals to a halt.
"About time!" Frank growls. Gerard gets up and pushes his way to the door, and Frank follows him. Me and Bob get up.
"He Mikes, you coming?" I ask mikey, who hasnt moved or looked up from his cell.
"Um, I wanted to call Alicia."
"Go outside and do it, get some fresh air. Stretch your legs."
"Yeah sure. Okay" he nods and gets up. We all walk out into the sunshine, its pretty hot. I look around and see those spray painting guys have stopped and are staring at us. I never get used to that. Gerard and Frank have already lit up and Mikey has gone behind the bus to call his wife. I look back at those dudes again, and I realise the one in overalls is actually a girl. She turns red and puts her cloth over her face.
"Hey, you wanna do ours next?" Frank calls to her, and he and Gerard make their way over to her. Typical, always out to impress the girls. Bob and I walk over to the dude, who is a guy.
"Hey, man" I say. He walks up to us and shakes our hands.
"Hey fellas, Im Jamie. Nice journey?" He has a british accent. Well duh, I think to myself.
"Way too long. Its so good to finally walk around!" Bob says, doing a weird stretch with one of his legs.
"Well mind the country pancakes then" the Jamie dude smirks.
"Huh?" Me and Bob are confused. Is country pancakes like some cockney slag or something?
"Cow pats" Jamie says simply. What? "cow shit, basically". We crack up.
"Country what?" Bob laughs.
"Country pancakes, what you call them if youre from the west country," Jamie smiles proudly. Is that Wales? "Cornwall" he answers my puzzled face.
"Oh...right," Cornwall? Is that one of their states? No... theyre called counties or something in England, or the UK... I distract myself by reading the graffitti "Directions to nowhere?". Jamie nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, thats our band. We're actually on before you tonight" He seems really excited about it. I remember that feeling.
"Wow, sweet. Whaddya play?" Bob asks.
"I play lead guitar and co sing, Dan plays rhythm guitar and Cris plays drums. They do back up vocals as well. Theyre around somewhere. Oh, and Roze does bass and co sings with me." He says, nodding to the back of the bus where that girl was. On cue, Gerard and Frank emerge and walk past us. Jamie attempts to wave and say hi, but they ignore him, all of us, and continue walking and talking to each other. I hear Gerard say "Sweet ass". Typical. I smile at Jamie apolegetically.
"Yeah, you dont wanna cross them before theyve had at least 3 cups of coffee" I laugh, and Bob cracks up as well.
"Three cups?" Jamies astounded, and bursts out laughing. "Well, long trips will do things to you..." He begins to say, but then waves at someone behind us "Hey, Roze!". We look and that Roze girl walks over.
He introduces her and teases her. She blushes.
"Hey" She almost whispers.
"Hey" We both say back. She seems pretty shy.
"Cool bus" I mention, trying to make her feel less uncomfortable "Did you paint it?"
"Um, yeah" she mutters, looking at the ground. Bob looks at me, incredulous.
"Well obviously Ray, she couldnt be more paint splattered if she had been dipped in it!" He snaps at me, and I laugh. She was covered in this blackish blue paint. It was all over her clothes and her face, a big splat covering one eye like a panda.
"I thought it was just stage make up" I shrug. She rubs her face worriedly. I grin. I dont know whether she knew about her face paint or not. Bob nudges and tells me that we should get going.
"Rehersals? Oh shit, I got to get changed!" She suddenly jolts. She had a pretty cool accent as well.
"Hey chill! Youve got like a half hour. We'll see you there" I tell her, and I look at the bus once more "Really cool bus, once again". Bob and I walk away. When we were out of view we hear them scream excitedly. Me and Bob just look at each other.
"I'll never get used to that" Bob grins. I nod and agree.
"They seemed pretty cool"
"Dude, you totally embarrasted that Roze chick"
"No I didnt! How?"
"About that face paint thing? She got so paranoid she was rubbing it off, and then you were telling her to chill out and stuff"
"Oh" I feel kinda bad, she seems nice.
"Dont worry about it, we'll see them again later." He says offhandedly. I nod. I wonder what Gerard and Frank were talking to her about.

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Roze<3MCR · 12-26-2007, 10:35 PM

Gerard’s POV

We’re standing about in the ‘rehearsal’ area. We not really rehearsing, just getting a run through of timing and what side of the stage on and off from. What a waste of time, and I'm pissed off about it. That kid and her band are at the front, laughing and mucking around. It kinda annoys me that they’re laughing. What’s there to laugh about? I am shit bored, and we can’t go back to the bus because someone hasn’t shown up yet.

“Where the fuck is Green Day?” the Music Director growls, hanging up his cell and taking a long drag of a cigarette. A stage hand runs up to him, muttering some excuse.

“Shit.” He growls again, and runs a hand agitatedly through his hair. I look him up and down. He’s Ok looking, tall and dark, but he has a bit of a beer belly. And a wedding ring on his left hand. Still…
Frank leans on my shoulder, obviously bored. It was irritating and made me feel slightly claustrophobic.

“Fuck off, Frank” I mutter and shrug him off. He sighs and sits up straight. Ray’s playing random riffs on his guitar whilst chatting to Bob and Mikey. Those riffs are starting to grate at me, especially since they’re on his electric guitar and sound shit because it hasn’t been plugged in, so its just tinkering plinky sounds.

“Shut the hell up, Toro” I sigh, rubbing my temples. Out of the corner of my eye I see him made a face and mutter something, and Bob and Mikey crack up. I frown, but thank god he put down his guitar. Frank rubs my leg.
“Are you Ok, Gee?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking brilliant” I grumble. I get up and walk off. Frank looks a little upset. Whatever. He’s hot, but god is he clingy. We just made out a couple of times and now he’s acting like my fucking girlfriend. At least he’s not following me. I walk up to the MD.

“When the hell are they getting here? They’re first up after those ‘indie’ bands or whatever, and they’re on in like less than an hour!” I demanded, folding my arms.

“Uh, Gerard, weren’t you told? Actually there is a…” but he doesn’t finish, his eyes stuck on something else. ‘A’ what? I follow his gaze. A black coach pulls up on the other side of the field.

“Oh thank god” the MD says to himself and jogs over to it, promptly forgetting me. Well hello? I stand my ground and wait for him to return. A few men from the coach are storming over to the area, obviously very pissed off. I see that, of course, its Green Day. I recognise Billy Joe, walking upfront. When he passes those amateur indie bands, or whoever the hell they are, he yells at that girl from before to get him a coffee. She stutters that she’s a band member, but he doesn’t let her finish.

“Do you think I give a damn? Get me coffee! Black!” he shouts at her and walks away. She rushes off, but a stage hand runs over to her and exchanges a few quick words. The girl sits down and the stage hand runs off. Billy Joe is now walking straight towards me, but he doesn’t catch my eye. Hmm, he is kinda hot. He reaches me, but he carries on walking straight past. Wow. I don’t know whether I’m offended or impressed. Tre Cool and Mike Dirnt follow him. Mike looks at me. Does he recognise me? Billy Joe stands at the centre of the area.

“So we’re here, what the hell is going on?” he yells at no one in particular, but he has everyone’s attention. The MD shoves past me and runs up to him.

“Right, well you’re performing last, straight after My Chemical Romance. They’ll be coming off stage left…”

“Hold up! Hang on here!” I yell and interrupt, striding over to them. I wasn’t going to front those load of pricks, and we were more popular than them at the moment, right? “I was told that we were going last, and they were before us.” I say when I reach them, crossing my arms.

“Well, didn’t you’re manager tell you? There was a slight mix up…” the MD begins to say, but Billy Joe cuts across him

“Oh please, you thought that we were going to front you?” he laughs

“Uh, yeah! We’re kinda more popular at the moment if you haven’t realised!” I notice the band is standing behind me.

“Gee don’t do this, its fine!” Mikey whispers frantically in my ear, but I ignore him. Billy Joe bursts out laughing.

“Come on, do you seriously think that, you egotistical dick?” he walks up to me and sneers. God, he really was sexy up close, with his eyeliner and spiked up black hair, “you should be thanking us; after all, you did steal our outfits” he mocked, pulling his red tie through his fingers and letting it drop onto his black shirt. His eyes survey me. I lick my lips nervously but I hold his gaze.

“Fellas, fellas, we can resolve this…” the MD butts in, pleading. I say “I’m not working with this guy” at the same time as Billy Joe agrees and says “sure we can”. The MD is shocked, his head turning back and forth from each of us like a tennis match.

“sound off” Billy Joe says simply, but his eyes are still stone hard on mine. I have to say I was surprised.

“a sound off?” I repeat

“oh what, are you scared?” he taunts, leaning into me a few inches from my face, with those maddening wide eyes of his. I feel my face heat up and I glare at him.

“you’re on”

kadoodle · 12-27-2007, 04:52 AM

Whoa, this is getting pretty full on. Have only just discovered this or I'd have commented sooner.
Update!
And have a cookie!

Roze<3MCR · 12-27-2007, 10:48 AM

Oh Me God thank you so much! i thought no one liked it! yayz! ooh a cookie!

Roze<3MCR · 12-29-2007, 09:18 AM

just a small one for my number 1 (and only lol) fan! have a cookie on me!

“so, uh, how do you want to do this?” the MD asks nervously.
“each person of the band rocks as hard as they fucking can, while someone who is blindfolded judges it and decides who’s the best.” Billy Joe states grinning, his manic eyes boring into me. I nod, my jaw clenched and face set. I break his stare to turn and face the band.
“you understand what we’re doing?” they nod, all looking slightly worried. I sigh to myself. Wimps.
“they only have one guitarist, Gerard.” Mikey points out. I look between a hopeful Frank and Ray, with an expression I can’t really read.
“we’ll use Toro” I say. He’s the best soloist.
Frank kicks the ground angrily. “Fuck!” he screams silently. I don’t have time for his childish whines. Ray walks off and grabs his guitar, a really odd look on his face. I don’t like his attitude much.
“so who’s the judge?” Mikey asks. Always thinking ahead. He’s right, who will be the judge? I glance over at Billy Joe.
“where’s the coffee, girl?” he yells in her direction. A stage hand hands that kid a cup of coffee and she jogs over to him. I grin
“She’ll be the judge” I say loudly, pointing at her as she meekly hands the coffee over to Billy Joe. She stops dead in her tracks, shocked. Billy Joe doesn’t argue.
“girl, sit down.” Billy Joe points to a box near him as I walk over. She starts shaking her head and backing away.
“Rosie is it? Just sit down and judge, alright?” I say, grabbing her arm and shoving her down on the box. She may be kinda good looking, but boy was she dumb. She turns around to her band, pleading with them. Shut up, girl.
“Can we use your tie as a blindfold?” I ask Billy Joe, who’s setting up his guitar with the rest of his band. He unties it and holds it out to me. I take it. Our fingers touch. We both look up and smile at each other. I pull it, and he lets it slide between his fingers. He turns away and I snap back to reality, and give it to the Rosie kid, saying “put it on”. One of her band mates ties it up; all the while she’s having a shitfit and begging them not to let her do it. God, how pathetic. Grow up. I walk over to the band, where they guys are setting up and tuning.
“Ready? Are you psyched?” I ask them. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I was ready to thrash Billy’s- I mean their asses.
“Gerard, this isn’t a good idea.” Ray says. Bob and Mikey nod. Frank’s probably off sulking somewhere.
“Shut up. We have to beat them. We will.” I’m determined to. I turn away and face the centre. Billy Joe is ready with his guitar. I catch his eye and he nods, his face set. Let the games begin.

mabbii · 01-02-2008, 03:38 PM

DAMN THIS IS GOOD!
#2 FAN

gawd... billie-joe and gee are such jerks in this one.
BUT.
damn.. does gee like.. fancy Billie-Joe ???
omfb... Gerry-Joe! LOVE!
*ahem*

update whenevery you can

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kadoodle · 01-02-2008, 04:55 PM

come on, update! This story is great.

Roze<3MCR · 01-03-2008, 09:48 AM

wooohooo! luv u people! skittle cookies for everyone!!!!

kadoodle- in regards to your signature i LOVE les mis. dont you think eponie and the phantom of the opera should get together???

mabbii- just lots of luv. thanks for viewing!