Chapter 43. I sat backstage, five minutes before we were to take the stage. "Hey, you okay?" Frank asked, sitting down beside me on the couch. "Yeah," I smiled, "I'm fine, just nervous." "I know," he said, his gaze falling to the floor, "It's been so long since we've played." I just nodded as they called us to go on. 3,000 of our fans screaming their lungs out, chanting our name, were about to see our first show in almost a year. This could turn out great, or turn out to be the worst show of my life. I watched from side stage as Frank, Mikey, Ray, and Bob took their places. The crowd grew louder, pushing each other forward, trying to get noticed. My heart pounded in my chest as the band started playing The End. I still wasnt on stage; I was frozen in my place. The band kept playing, hoping I would snap out of it and take my place, center stage, in front of 3,000 people. Frank glared at me from across the stage, they were halfway through the song and I still hadn't moved. I gave him a helpless look and he seemed to understand. He put his guitar down and came running towards me, the rest of the band stopped playing. "Gerard, come on man, we're not an instrumental band, we need you," he said, holding me by the shoulders and looking me in the eyes. "I...I can't do it," I said quickly, looking to my feet. Frank lifted my chin up so he could look in my eyes, "The Gerard I know never said that. The Gerard I know at least tried. This isn't the Gerard I know, bring him back, please," he said, hugging me quickly as he ran back onstage. He picked up his guitar, nodded at me, and started playing. I took a deep breath, gripped the microphone tightly in my hand, and walked on stage. "Now come one come all to this tragic affair," I sang as the crowd pushed forward at the sight of me. I stood in the middle of the stage, spotlight on me, and scanned the crowd, taking in each face. I started to get comfortable as we started into the next song; I walked from one end of the stage to the other, smiling at my fans. I never realized how much I missed them. Frank walked up behind me and I put my arm around him, pulling him closer to me. I held the microphone out to the crowd, gesturing to them to sing louder. "I knew you could do it," Frank said. "Thank you," I said, I pulled him in tighter and hugged him. "This is a beautiful crowd, you all have wonderful voices," I said, waiting for the crowd to quite down. "Now I have a question for all of you, do you like to dance?" the crowd roared in response, "Would you like to go dancing?" they were louder now. "Well, I better see every single one of you dancing to this song!" I screamed as we started playing Headfirst for Halos. I jumped down in between the stage and the crowd and stood on the metal railing seperating me from the crowd. The pulled me forward as I reached out to them, "Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts!" I screamed as I jumped off of the railing and climbed back onstage. The rest of the night flew by without warning; we were playing our final song after what seemed like a few minutes. "Thank you for having us Camden! We love you, thank you," I said as I, followed by the band, ran offstage.