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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:49 pm
Yay! An update!!
AND WHAT????? How the HELL could they chose the dude who played CEDRIC DIGGORY to play EDWARD????
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 3:12 pm
I KNOW, RIGHT?! THEY'RE SO RETARDED!
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 7:30 pm
Another update?!
Chapter Four
Still Gerard’s P.O.V.
The bus stopped and we all scrambled to get our things and finally get off that bus. I grabbed my duffel bag and was out the door before anyone had stood up yet. I wanted to get off that bus. I needed to get off that bus. With the hope that the upcoming show would take my mind off of things, I quickly walked towards the club’s back entrance. As I walked, I took out a cigarette and placed it between my lips. The familiar taste of tobacco filled my mouth as I lit the cigarette, and I felt almost comforted, in a way. This was something that never changed; the way the smoke filled my mouth, its heady scent, the way it flowed out of my mouth. I knew I shouldn’t be smoking. I know it’ll give me cancer, but at that moment, I couldn’t give a damn about cancer. All I would concentrate on was walking to the door…
Sounds and images filled my senses. What was going on? I couldn’t really tell. Someone was asking me something, and I heard myself reply, but I didn’t know what they said or what I said. I followed someone to a door and walked in. Fabric against my skin. A foundation brush against my cheek. The worried voices of my friends- my family. What was going on?
Before I knew it, five hours had passed and we were ready to go onstage. I looked at a mirror as I walked in the direction of the stage, and was surprised to find that I had gotten dressed and put on my makeup. When had I done that? Everything from when I had left the bus was one big blur. All I knew was that we were about to perform, and for some reason I couldn’t remember any of the songs…
Then we were pushed out onto the stage, behind the heavy front curtain. I could hear the crowd pulse with excitement, the air thick with sweat and adrenaline. The house lights went down, and everyone started screaming. Someone started the heart machine track. When had the cue been given for that? Ray started strumming on his guitar, and I started singing.
“Now come one, come all to this tragic affair…” My voice was shaky. I had to fix that. “…wipe off that makeup, what’s in is despair…” As I started to get back in the habit of singing, my confidence grew, and I transformed into my onstage self; confident, outgoing, and, even though I’m embarrassed to say it, sexy. The curtain fell. I saw the crowd. They saw me. They screamed.
“When I grow up, I want to be NOTHING AT ALL!” I screamed back. They loved it. My confidence grew, yet in the back of my mind, I felt the emptiness, nagging repeatedly like a little cousin who wouldn’t go away. Shut up, I told it.
Make me, it challenged. I took up its challenge, and sang louder.
It was halfway through Mama that I saw her. She was standing right up against the barriers, probably the only person in that club who wasn’t jumping up and down with excitement. She was looking up at me with a mixture of fear and amazement. I don’t know what it was about her. It definitely wasn’t her clothes; they looked like every other girl’s outfit in that club. Maybe it was the way that she was clearly uncomfortable in her clothes; she kept on fidgeting with the hem of her too-short skirt. That made me focus on her body, and I was definitely not disappointed. She was slender, with soft curves that invited you to embrace her, to feel her softness. I looked back at her face, and she was blushing. He friend beside her was saying something like, “Gerard’s looking at you!”, but she didn’t notice. I don’t think she even heard her. At least I still had presence of mind to keep on singing, thank God.
“…and if you would call me your sweetheart, I’d maybe then sing you a song…” As I was singing this line, without knowing what I was really doing, I bent forward and reached out towards the girl. She held out her hand as if she was in a trance. I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Her skin was smooth against my lips; it was like kissing warm satin.
Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and went back to the middle of the stage. For the first time in the show, I looked over at Mikey. He raised his eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes and grinned. He gave a smirk and went back to playing his bass. Ray smiled and shook his head inconspicuously. I grinned wider and finished off Mama with a huge flourish.
I don’t know what it was, but something about that girl made me realize what exactly I was missing from my life: Her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 2:10 pm
Oh my God what were they thinking when they put up the cast? LOVE the updates!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 8:44 am
You should write full time Moonie. And get something published. Because this is AWESOME!!!!
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 11:22 am
Well it's good that you think that, 'cause that's actually my career choice! sweatdrop I'm gonna be a writer and a psychologist. w00t! I'm actually in the process of writing a book right now! fun stuff.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 2:19 pm
an update's gonna be a bit later than I thought, guys. sorry!
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 7:17 pm
So! yet another update, if people are still reading...
Chapter Five
Melanie’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t get his face out of my mind. I don’t know what was so special about him; he was just some random punk rock singer in a punk rock band of no importance. I couldn’t figure out if it was his face…maybe not. He was attractive, but not that attractive. It wasn’t his singing. I mean, he was a good singer, I’ll give him that, but he wasn’t the best I’ve ever heard.
It must have been the way he carried himself. He was…confident. He was confident, and so sure of himself, and I wanted that. I wanted his confidence, his surety. I wanted to meet him and find out what his secret was. Not only that, I longed to meet him, I longed to be close to him. My emotions were whirling about so much that I felt dizzy…
Janet hooked her right arm through my left, and she led me out of the club once the band was finished playing. I still had no idea what their name was. Janet was chattering beside me, but I didn’t know what she was saying. I tried to listen, to be nice for once.
“…and CAN YOU BELIEVE that Gerard kissed your hand? How cool was that!” she sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for Gerard to kiss any part of me.” She looked at me and waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Yuck. I hated it when she was vulgar. Resisting the impulse to puke, I cleared my throat and tried to talk.
“S-so that’s his name? Gerard?”
“Yes, Gerard Way. Isn’t he HOT?!” I shrugged. “Oh come on, Mel. You have to admit he’s hot.”
“Oh, he’s something.”
“Isn’t he!” And she continued her mindless babble about the scandal that surrounded his personal life, but I really didn’t care.
The limo dropped me off at my apartment building, and Janet bid me goodbye, promising that next week would be even better. I internally groaned. I watched as the limo drove off, and I couldn’t bear to go back into my apartment. But I had to. I was cautious about standing out on the sidewalk in my hooker outfit. So I trudged back into my one-roomed apartment and changed clothes. Baggy jeans and a t-shirt suited me much better. I went into the bathroom and scrubbed the heavy black eyeliner off of my face. I tried to wash out the green in my hair, but it wouldn’t fade, so I used bobby pins to hide it beneath another lock of hair. Satisfied with my normal look, I grabbed my purse and coat again and left my apartment for the second time that night.
Wrapped up in my heavy coat, I felt safe, warm. I felt protected from the outside world. I felt safe to think about Gerard.
I should have known better, of course. Thinking about Gerard was dangerous. My over-active imagination could lead me down a path of hopefulness that I really didn’t want to go down again.
I thought about hope…I thought about love…I thought about Rob…
Seven years ago, I was so foolish. So, so foolish. I was in love. Seven years ago I was in love with a man named Rob Frampton. We had met in philosophy class at NYU. He was smart, and handsome, and so very funny. He would have me laughing for hours.
We started going out, and things rapidly became serious. I was falling down a happy spiral of love, and I convinced myself that he was, too. He told me he loved me. I believed him. I knew I loved him with every fiber of my being. He was a part of my soul. He was my other half, and I loved him so much. He said that if I loved him, I would want us to be together in every possible way. Like a stupid lamb, I believed him. I gave myself to him. He left early in the morning, and I never saw him again.
I walked down 42nd street, trying to forget Rob. Trying to forget love. The bitter wind blew threw me, and all I could think of was Gerard. The sleet that was whipping around me sliced at my face, and all I could think of was Gerard. I needed to forget him, if I intended on staying sane. I shook my head a little. I would probably forget him in a few days. No need to panic. I exhaled sharply. No need to panic. I looked down at my feet, not looking at where I was going. I took a couple steps and ran into something soft and solid.
“Oh. I’m sorry…” I began, and looked up.
No.
No, this wasn’t happening.
No, I thought I made myself a promise!
God help me, I’m in love.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 5:01 pm
yeah, okay, you don't have to comment or anything.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 8:50 am
I'll comment! OMFG YAY! I can totally see this happening, can you kill Janet? She's pissing me off... stare
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 10:07 am
Janet's annoying. But seriously? I don't get how she couldn't get backstage passes or something with all that money she's got. She's a loser.
Love the update! More soon, MORE!
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 4:24 pm
lol,i don't like Janet much either. but she'll get what she deserves soon enough...
and I don't think it occured to her to get backstage passes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 1:09 pm
YAY! Janet must be punished for her annoyance and blonde stupidity! How could she not get backstage passes?! Gah...
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 2:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:37 pm
yay. next chapter.
Chapter Six
Gerard’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t get her face out of my mind. It was like the image kept bouncing around, and I couldn’t stop it. I just had to wait for friction to stop it…
Our hotel was called the Dream Hotel near Central Park. It had a nice lobby, but the hallways were cramped and the rooms were small and kinda creepy. The blue light under the bed reminded me of The Paramour. That blue light bulb in Mikey’s room that kept on flickering…
I paced for a few minutes inside of my room. I organized my luggage, I rearranged the furniture. I did everything I could to keep myself preoccupied, but when all of that was done, I still saw her face behind my eyelids. Her mesmerizing green eyes, her long brown hair. The way her lips parted in surprise when I took her hand in mine. I wanted to kiss those lips, to hold that hand again.
“Argh!” I yelled out in frustration and threw myself back onto the bed. Why I was so obsessed with this girl I had never met was a mystery to me. I tried to convince myself that it was nothing, just a passing crush on a girl I would never meet again. I didn’t even know her name!
I got up from the bed and grabbed my coat. I took the key card from the side table and left my room to go out and wander on the streets.
Because it was one o’clock in the morning, you would think that there wouldn’t be many people out on the streets, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would be wrong. It was packed as hell. A perfect place to preoccupy my mind and come to grips with reality: I wasn’t going to be seeing that girl again. For my sanity’s sake, I would try to forget her.
I wandered for a good hour. My foot hit an uneven patch in the pavement and I tripped and fell. Grit bit into my hand and I think my knee was scraped through the fabric of my pants. I hung my head and chuckled.
“Perfect.” I picked myself up, dusted my hands off, and kept on walking. I’m sure I looked a little odd; shorter man with scraped-up hands, dirt on his pants and slightly limping, but I didn’t care much. The majority of the New York population looked like that anyway.
I looked up at the street sign and was pleasantly surprised to see that I was on 42nd street. I started singing under my breath.
“In the heart of little ol’ New York, you’ll find a thoroughfare. It’s the part of little ol’ New York that runs into Times Square. Come and meet those dancing feet…where the underworld can meet the elite…” I was looking up at the sky and not paying attention to where I was going. I felt something collide with my chest. It felt like a person, so I reached down to steady whoever it was I ran into. I looked down and was lost in brilliant green eyes. My fingers brushed against silky soft brown hair. My hands were touching the shoulders of the girl I had so quickly fallen for. She looked terrified. I was in love.
sorry if it's a little short.
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