You and Gerard… know each other. You two are in separate bands, but your rivals. You’re not in Fall Out Boy, Paramore, Green Day, and Panic! At The Disco. No. You’re in a band with your step-mother and your (and Gerard’s) elementary school nemesis because they’re into the same music as you, but you get along with her better. You’re the guitarist, your step-mom’s (Alisha) the bassist, and your nemesis (Sunday) is the drummer. The two often described you as… unique looking. Not in a bad way. The ‘if looks could kill, I’d be dead.’ way. You had eyes with depth, as if people could see into your soul, and you could see into theirs. You had purple eyes, blue-black hair with a naturally grey streak, thick brows, and sharp lips. You also had white tear ducts.

You and Gerard knew that people liked to interview kids, introduce them to rock bands, like his band ‘My Chemical Romance.’ And your band ‘Convicts and cigarettes.’ But the things the kids say about lead singers in certain bands is… unhinged. It was yours and Gerard’s turn to be roasted by a few 7-10 year olds.

Your band and Gerard’s band was stood behind a curtain, listening to the kids listen and review the songs. They liked them, especially yours. Then what came next? Comments, insults about your appearance. “She’s scary. She looks like something you’d wake up to. She looks like a female vampire. She looks like Wednesday Addams.” It was rude, that’s for sure. Gerard snickered back and forth. The worst thing they said about him was that he looks like a vampire.

You: “Gerard, quit snickering!”

“I- a laugh. I’m sorry. Snicker. I can’t help it!”