It was a hot evening in San Bernardino, California. 2007 concert, Project Revolution.

Gerard's voice, already hoarse and out of breath from being on stage for so long, echoed among the millions of people who had come to the concert. The loud music made him dizzy and the intensity of the performance made his body sweat, but he continued to sing into his microphone.

"Am I losing myself? Well, I miss my mom! Will they give me the chair? Or lethal injection or swing from a rope if you dare! Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I've seen," the emotion in Gerard's voice was off the charts, the audience was screaming along with him while the rest of the band was giving the concert their all.

At the moment when the chorus started, Gerard lowered his hand with the microphone and went to Frank, who was playing his guitar part. He grabbed him roughly by the hair, tearing him away from the playing and pulled him into a deep, firm kiss for just a couple of seconds, then he let go of Frank's hair and pushed the guitarist away, stepping back Gee continued to sing into the microphone "How we're just two men as God had made us...Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah!"

"Pull yourself together, Frankie," He yelled at the guitarist between the words of the song.