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I had tracked the band's progress incessantly over the next three years. Their name was 'My Chemical Romance', which I thought to be rather catchy. Occasionally, Gerard, Mikey and I would call one another, but they were so busy with the band, that they could only talk for a few minutes, and only once in a great while. I bought their CD, which was rather screamy, but I liked it. It also turns out that they added a new guitarist, named Frank, to their band a couple of days before they made the Cd. That cracked me up. It was now 2004, and I had just bought their new Cd, which I absolutely loved. This one was called 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge'. My favorite song was 'I'm Not Okay', and whenever I felt down I listened to it, and just hearing Gerard brightened my day. I had gone to a couple of their concerts, including several at the Warped Tour, and they were phenomenal live. I never got to meet up with them, though, because they were always on the go, moving to their next concert.
In July, I started to hear some r.umors that Gerard was abusing alcohol and drugs. I knew that he still took Wellbutrin, but I knew that the junkie life wasn't for Gerard. I completely ignored the rum.ors. That was until I actually heard him admit that he was an alcoholic and drug addict.
I heard the news when he called me at two in the morning. "Hello?" "Gwen...help..." "Hello? Gerard, is that you? What's the matter?" "I need help..." "With what?" "I'm gonna die. There's no point." "Don't you dare talk like that!" I was starting to cry. "Gwen, there's no point. I'm a f.ucking alcoholic, and I've used cocaine...I'm worthless." "You are NOT worthless, Gee!" "I am...you need to help...I'm gonna die." "Okay, Gee, listen to me. I want you to wake up your tour manager, okay? Can you do that?" "Uh-huh." "Okay, wake him up and tell him what's going on. I will be out as soon as I can." As I was saying this, I was out of bed and on the computer, buying an airplane ticket. I was pulling on whatever clothes I could find, and packing the rest. "Gerard, listen to me. You will be okay. Now go and wake your tour manager up." "Okay, thanks..." "I'll be there soon. Stay alive for me." "Okay, bye" "Bye, hun." I emailed my boss, saying that I needed to make an emergency trip. I printed out my ticket, and went to the airport.

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The next morning, I was woken up by a pounding on the door. I looked over to the clock on the microwave, and it was 9:00 am. I groaned, stood up, and stumbled my way to the door. I had some trouble with the handle, but when I eventually got it open, there was what looked like an entire camera crew. "Who're you?" I asked rudely. The guy holding the camera answered. "Oh, we're the camera crew. This band is doing a documentary, and we're here to shoot." "Yes, well, not today. I'm pretty sure you're not going to be shooting here for the rest of the week, actually." "But, it's for the docu-" "I realize that, but I am currently speaking for the boys, since they're too hungover. Ya have to leave." "Oh, are you their groupie, or something?" That struck a nerve. "Listen, pal, are you that ed and idiotic that you think I am their groupie? I am nobody's groupie! This band has no groupies! And if you are insensitive enough to think otherwise, then you can just get the hell off this bus's property!" As they left, looking shaken, I yelled after them, "And don't come back for another week!" I slammed the door to the bus, and found the entire band standing there, looking at me. "What?" I asked. Gerard shook his head. "You're always so protective." "I like keeping the ones I love safe. Those s are not going to came back anytime soon." "You are aware that we're shooting a documentary, right?" "Yes, but having a video crew around you will not help the detoxing process." They all broke into identical smiles. "Now it's your turn to detox, Gwen." Mikey said. "What? I don't need to detox. I'm not the alcoholic here." "You need to sleep, is what I meant." "Oh, okay." I lay back down on the couch and closed my eyes. I heard Gerard say somewhat indistictly, "I need liquor." "Oh, I threw all that out." I called. "What?" This time his voice was closer, and when I opened my eyes, his face was right in front of mine, and he looked panicked. "I threw out all the liquor. Oh, and now I'm in charge of your Wellbutrin intake. You're detoxing, remember?" "Gwen, you don't understand. I need that stuff." "Honey, the only thing you need is to pay taxes and eventually die." "Argh!" he yelled, and threw a glass against the wall. "Son of a b***h!" I knew that stuff like this would happen, but it was still unnerving, watching it actually play out in front of me. "I'm going to bed," he growled, "where I may die, which would be a hell of a lot better than having to look at you." That stung. I closed my eyes and tried to keep the tears in. But dammit if a few didn't escape. "Hey," I heard a somewhat unfamiliar voice say. I opened my eyes. It was Frank. "Hey, don't be so stricken. He gets like that sometimes." I sniffled and wiped away the tears. "I know," I said, "This happened when I caught him in eleventh grade. I tore him a new one, let me tell you. Damn it all if he still doesn't smoke. But this is one thing that I won't let him continue. I knew that he would be mad, and that he would say stuff like that, it just still hurts." "Yeah, well, take care of yourself, okay? If you don't make it through this, we won't be able to." That just put more pressure on myself. I was overwhelmed, so I did whatever I did when I was feeling overwhelmed: I fell asleep.

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I woke up to the sound of fighting at 3:00 pm.
"Gerard, I'm getting tired of your crap."
"Yeah, seriously, Gee, you can cut the high and mighty act, now."
"You guys are just jealous that everybody likes me better than you all. I am better than you all, after all." I had had enough of this, and I pulled myself off the couch, albeit a little unsteadily, and I walked over to where they were standing. "Hey, Gee, come here for a sec." He obliged, and I looked in his eyes. Just as I thought, his pupils were dilated. He was high. I let his head go disgustedly, and I looked around the room. "Who let him have his drugs?" They all looked surprised. "Why?" asked Ray. "He's high, you numbskull! Seriously, who gave him his pills?" Nobody said anything, and Gerard started laughing. "What?" I asked sharply. "I found them myself, Gwen. In your so-called hiding place." I took a step back, a disbelieving look on my face. "How long has he been acting like this?" I asked Mikey. "About two hours." "WHAT? And you people didn't wake me up?!" They all looked down. Like a bunch of schoolboys, I swear. I stood there for a few minutes, too angry to move. Gerard was running around the bus, acting like a two-year old who just drank a 2-liter bottle of cola. He took shaving creme and put it on all the windows. He took ketchup and mustard and spread it about in the creme in tye-dye-like designs. He then ran in the back of the bus, doing God knows what. He was laughing like a maniac the whole time. I got a sudden inspiration. I r.umaged in my bag, and took out the video camera that I brought everywhere. Screw no documentary, I thought, people need to see this. I hit the record button just as he came out from the back of the bus. "This, ladies and gentleman," I narr.ated , "Is what drugs do to your brain." He had a crazed look on his face, and gave a maniacal laugh. It was wonderful footage. He then headed towards the door to the bus, and I turned the camera off. "Gerard, you can't go outside." "Why the hell not? I've been cooped up way too long in the bus." "I've kept you here for less than two days!" "And I need space." he advanced toward the door, and I skidded to a halt in front of him. "Gerard, I can't let you out. You're high, and God only knows what you might do out there by yourself. I don't want you getting lost or anything." "I'm a grown man, Gwendolyn," I winced. He knew I hated being called my full name. "I can do what I want." He made to grab the door handle, and I did the only thing I could think of that would calm him down. I punched him, and he fell backwards, unconcious. "Oops," I breathed. I hadn't meant to knock him out, just to subdue him. The rest of the guys, who were watching us, burst into laughter. "What?" I glared at them. Bob said in between laughs, "I...can't...believe you...knocked him out! And...the look...on your face! Priceless!" Mikey and Frank fell down laughing, bringing Bob and Ray down with them. I just glared and dragged Gerard off to bed, where he would hopefully sleep off his high.

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The following week was used for detoxing. There were occasional outbursts from Gerard, in which tables were overturned and plates were broken, but he eventually settled down and took it like a man. Being stuck in a tour bus with five men may not sound very appealing, but they made my stay entertaining. One of my favorite arguments that they got into went like this:
Frank: “Has Goldfinger ever had a flock of mooses advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight."
Mikey: "That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi."
Gerard: "F.uck off, it's meese."
At which point I intervened and said, "Um, guys? The plural of moose is definitely moose." They all just stared at me. "That's stupid," said Frank; "It can't possibly be the same." I grinned. "Wanna bet?" "Yeah, I'll bet you 20 bucks." "Got yourself a deal there, Frankie." We shook on it, and he got up to get a dictionary. I grinned as I watched his face fall. "Damn." He muttered. I snickered as he took $20 from his pocket, and gave it to me. "This, gentlemen," I said, counting my money, "Is why you should read more. Books teach you this sort of thing." They groaned as they always did when I started talking about books and learning.

A week later, Mikey came up to me, bouncing with anticipation. I smiled and bounced up and down in sync with him. "What's...going...on,...Mikey?" I asked between jumps. "We're...doing...a music...video!" He practically shouted. I stopped jumping, and he did too. "For which song?" He grinned wider, if that was possible. "What's your favorite song?" My eyes grew wide. "I'm Not Okay? Seriously?" He nodded, and I screamed and jumped up and down again. "There's even more good news!" "How can there possibly be more?!" "You're gonna be in it, too!" I let out a shriek of joy that I'm sure could've been heard over in Nova Scotia.
The next day we were at a private high school in LA. "This takes me back to my middle school years." I muttered to Gerard. "Huh?" "I was in private school in middle school." "Oh. I'm sorry." I shrugged. "It's alright. I'm out of it now. At least, for the time being. In a few hours, I'll be back in." He just chuckled.
Once we got in, we met the director, Marc, who was very nice, and we got our costumes. Once I put my uniform on in the bathroom, I immediately blushed, even though no one was around. I had forgotten how degrading the outfits were. I walked out of the bathroom to be greeted with shouts of "Ow, ow!" and low whistles. I put on a sarcastic smile and spun around. "Get a good look, boys, because you're never going to see me like this again." Several of them took pictures. I stuck my tongue out at all of them, and stalked off to find Marc to find out where I should be put and what I would be doing in the film.
"Ah, Gwen, yes, you'll be doing not a very big part, but it's big enough, I suppose." "As long as I'm in the video." I said, shrugging. "Love that attitude. Anyway, what's going to happen is you're going to be scared by Frank." "He scares me everyday." He laughed at that. "No, I mean, what's going to happen is you're going to walk up to this locker here," He demonstrated. "Open it up, and Frank is going to jump out at you. You're going to scream and run off, okay?" I grinned. "Sure." It sounded as though this was going to be interesting.
We had to do what seemed like a hundred takes on this one little scene. The first time, even though I was expecting it, I was a little scared when Frank suddenly jumped out and yelled. The scream I gave was half real. But after the third or fourth time we did it, I was getting pretty bored. “Why do we have to keep on doing this?” I asked the director crossly. “We’re just shooting as many trials as we can so we can use the best one in the video.” “Alright, fine…” I grumbled, and we got back to shooting.
We finally stopped after the tenth take. I was free to wander around, because my part was done, but Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob had to go and shoot some more. I trailed behind them and we came to a huge library. Apparently what was going to happen was people were going to waltz around the room while the boys sat in chairs and Gerard sang. It was really fun watching the different people learning how to waltz. I turned to Gerard. “Hey, Gee, what’s say you and I show them how to dance?” He raised an eyebrow. What people didn’t know was that our mothers made Gerard and I take ballroom dancing classes when we were halfway through the first year we were friends. We knew how to waltz, tango, swing, hip-hop dance, and any other dance you can think of. It was embarrassing at the time, but now we had the opportunity to show off.
Gerard grabbed my waist and our hands locked together. We started waltzing around the library in time to the music that was playing. The people around us were staring as though they’d never seen someone dance before. We twirled around and Gerard dipped me. “Oh, very smooth Mr. Way,” I said mockingly. “You bet your a**.” He said, grinning. “Now switch partners!” I grabbed a hold of Mikey, and Gerard grabbed Frank. I led Mikey around as we laughed and watched Gerard and Frank spin around somewhat unsteadily. Then we switched again. I was back with Gerard, and somehow Mikey ended up with Frank. Gerard and I went into a swing dance. We separated, spun around, and then met up again for a tango. We turned, and Gerard dipped me again. “This, people,” I said from my still-upside down stance, “Is how you dance.” After that, the extras had a new energy to learn dancing.
The rest of that first day and the second day I spent watching and laughing at what Marc put the guys through. It was especially hilarious to see them tackle Brian, who was in a mascot suit. I also loved the part where they attacked the “preppy guys” with croquet mallets. When the two day span was over, we all celebrated by jumping in the pool with the uniforms on. That night, we all collapsed in our bunks and didn’t wake up until 3:00 in the afternoon the next day.

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