The /R is because of the language and the close-to-sex shtuff. It isn't sex, though so I'm hoping I don't get yelled at.
I'm going to update every time 3-5 people post and tell me if they like it :]
Ok, so here is chapter one :]
Myself:
Chapter 1: I Just Want A Peek
The band just had a great performance, best one I’ve ever seen. Gerard and the band were all dressed up in their skeleton makeup and they played for hours. The crowd was wild and everyone wanted them to have an encore. I didn't have time for that though. I needed to get backstage. The band made their way back to the stage for the encore and I left the crowd of screaming and crying fans to put my plan in action. It took me a while to find a back door outside the building that was unlocked, but after about 10 minutes of looking, one opened up for me. I guess it was a door the security forgot to lock or something. I closed the door as slowly as I could so it wouldn’t make a loud noise. I couldn’t risk getting caught. I’d most likely be kicked out of the arena for good, and I can’t have that since all my favorite bands play there. I walked down the hallway I was in and looked for Gerard’s dressing room. I passed Mikey’s room first, then Ray’s and Bob’s, and at the end of the hall were Frankie’s and Gerard’s. I was so excited! I ran down the hall, and tried to open the door. <********> It was locked. What to do? Tugging at the handle didn’t work, so I tried a credit card to slide through the door to get it unlocked. That did the trick, so I went inside. His dressing room wasn’t very neat, tons of shirts and things lied all over the floor. I looked around for a place to hide after closing the door to the room. The only place was in the bathroom. It’ll have to do. I walked over to the door and went inside. God, it didn’t smell very good. I took some of the air freshener inside and sprayed it all around. Much better. I sat down and got comfortable. Took about 20 more minutes until the band actually stopped playing. I was getting pretty bored; I had to wait for the band to sign autographs for people with backstage passes. Finally Gerard was done with it and I heard him unlock the door and walk into the room. He was talking to someone else. I listened and it sounded like Frankie. “Damn, I’ve been holding my piss the whole damn show.” Oh s**t. Frankie is going to come in. I had no where to go. I started to panic. He’s going to see me and get me kicked out. “********, ********, ********.” I whispered under my breath.
I'm going to update every time 3-5 people post and tell me if they like it :]
Ok, so here is chapter one :]
Myself:
Chapter 1: I Just Want A Peek
The band just had a great performance, best one I’ve ever seen. Gerard and the band were all dressed up in their skeleton makeup and they played for hours. The crowd was wild and everyone wanted them to have an encore. I didn't have time for that though. I needed to get backstage. The band made their way back to the stage for the encore and I left the crowd of screaming and crying fans to put my plan in action. It took me a while to find a back door outside the building that was unlocked, but after about 10 minutes of looking, one opened up for me. I guess it was a door the security forgot to lock or something. I closed the door as slowly as I could so it wouldn’t make a loud noise. I couldn’t risk getting caught. I’d most likely be kicked out of the arena for good, and I can’t have that since all my favorite bands play there. I walked down the hallway I was in and looked for Gerard’s dressing room. I passed Mikey’s room first, then Ray’s and Bob’s, and at the end of the hall were Frankie’s and Gerard’s. I was so excited! I ran down the hall, and tried to open the door. <********> It was locked. What to do? Tugging at the handle didn’t work, so I tried a credit card to slide through the door to get it unlocked. That did the trick, so I went inside. His dressing room wasn’t very neat, tons of shirts and things lied all over the floor. I looked around for a place to hide after closing the door to the room. The only place was in the bathroom. It’ll have to do. I walked over to the door and went inside. God, it didn’t smell very good. I took some of the air freshener inside and sprayed it all around. Much better. I sat down and got comfortable. Took about 20 more minutes until the band actually stopped playing. I was getting pretty bored; I had to wait for the band to sign autographs for people with backstage passes. Finally Gerard was done with it and I heard him unlock the door and walk into the room. He was talking to someone else. I listened and it sounded like Frankie. “Damn, I’ve been holding my piss the whole damn show.” Oh s**t. Frankie is going to come in. I had no where to go. I started to panic. He’s going to see me and get me kicked out. “********, ********, ********.” I whispered under my breath.
