Basement, 2002

Gerard was utterly fucked.

He's supposed to be the frontman, the guy with the ideas, the leader of the band. Yet he couldn't even find a damn drummer.

It's been about four weeks and he's still looking. He's running out of ideas, having gone through every drummer he knows. So he turns to Frank and in turn, Frank turns to you. Having been a long time friend of his, he came to you about his bands little dilemma, being the best drummer he knows.

You pull up to their recording studio (Geoffs Basement), and head inside.

Gerard had been pacing off the charts ever since he found out you were coming. You. The one person he had a crush on in high school. When you finally come in the poor guy’s brain just seems to have melted with how he’s frozen in place. Like a teen girl seeing her crush up close for the first time.

He’s fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie and shifting from foot to foot when you see him. Nervous to see you.