Thursday, February 08, 2007
Frank, Gerard, Ray, Mikey and Bob all sat in a single file behind a long table.
Frank had one elbow on the table with his head resting on it his eyes wide with disgust. Gerard leaned back in his chair with his hand covering his mouth to hide his cringe. Ray looked like he was about to burst with frustration, his left eye twitching. Mikey was banging his headed subtly against the back of his chair and Bob was trying hard not to laugh.
“Um, thank you… Erwin?” Gerard shuddered as this rather large man “hmph-ed” and walked out in a hurt manner.
“Dammit Gee! We aren’t gonna find anyone!” Frank yelled out in frustration.
“I think if I hear anymore bad guitar strumming and bad singing I’m gonna kill someone!” Ray yelled out.
“I was going to yell out ‘FUCK YOU, YOU SUCKY FUCKING GUITARIST!’” Mikey exclaimed.
“Chill,” Bob mumbled.“You know that’s really lame right?”
Mikey just rolled his eyes and looked away.
“C’mon why don’t we just leave-” but Gerard was interrupted by a girl who ran in.
“Please don’t! Please give me one chance,” she huffed as she carried her guitar.
“But the auditions are over,” Ray started but the girl interrupted.
“Please, you have no idea how much I’ve been through just to be standing here alive,” she said her alluring purple eyes pleaded.
There was a pause as the whole of My Chemical Romance looked her over. She was wearing a black shirt with a hand done drawing of a fallen angel and a black jacket with buckles all the way to the neck but were open, black tripp tight pants, a bright red belt and white and red vans with a graffiti skull on them. She had two dangling leaves in each ear. Her hair was a dark brown, a little past her shoulders, with many layers; the shortest layer right under her eye brushing her cheek, her hair was parted to the side. There was also a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm. No color, just a simple black dragon that curved. Her eyes were lined black and her lips painted red. She sighed and her eyes fell down cast.
“Thank you for your time anyway-” she started but Frank interrupted her.
“No,” he said and she turned her purple eyes fixed on all of them “Why don’t you do your piece?”
Mikey smiled. “One more audition won’t hurt, right?”
Gerard grinned at the band then smirked at her light flush that was oh-so-obvious against her pale complexion.
“Alright; can you do the intro and the solo from ‘Thank You for the Venom’?” Ray asked and watched as she pulled out her red and black Gibson les’ Paul. She slung it over her shoulder and was intrigued by her smirk. She looked them straight in the eyes after plugging it into the amp and started playing the most fluid riff they had heard the whole day. She jumped and moved perfectly, an interesting mix of Ray and Frank on stage. She nailed every note and they could see her lightly mouthing all the words. She looked straight at them as she hit the last note. They were all moved by her performance - it was just gob-smacking.
“Um, wow. Alright now for the singing, sing Helena for us - accapella.” Gerard smiled and she walked to the center, where the microphone stood. She grabbed hold of it and sang with a voice so pure and strong that they all had their jaws scraped the floor. She sounded like a female Gerard.
When she finished, biting her lip and chewing on it slightly. She appeared very nervous.
“Wow, that was just beautiful,” Frank said, grinning. “Wait, what did you say your name was?”
“The name’s Chelsey.” She answered, the corners of her lips curving upwards.
“Give us a moment to like, think this through,” Mikey said with a smirk.They started whispering and Chelsey just stood there fidgeting. “Alright…You got the spot!” Gerard smiled at Chelsey as she gasped.
“Are you SERIOUS?” Chelsey asked, eyes as big as golf balls. “Are you fucking SERIOUS?!”
“Yeah Chels, can I call you Chels? (She nodded) you’re in and there’s no way out now,” Ray laughed.Chelsey started to tear and she rubbed her eyes.
“You guy’s have no fucking idea how much this means to me,” Chelsey sniffed. “I couldn’t go back there if this didn’t work out…” she sighed.
They walked towards her and Gerard stepped forward. “Couldn’t go back where? We’re a band now, you can tell us,” Gerard said looking concerned.
“You guys got a room, cigarettes and time?” She asked tiredly.
“Yup,” Frank said smiling he walked toward her, leading her into the next room. They all sat on chairs facing each other. Chelsey crossed her legs, lighting a cigarette. She blew out and “O” shaped ring and faced them.
“I was staying with my father for awhile because I got evicted from my last home only to find out the bastard didn’t tell me when my mother died from cancer,” she snorted and gritted her teeth before sucking on her fag and saw their expressions. “Don’t feel sorry about it. It’s made me stronger. My father became a fucking alcoholic and abuse me and… yeah.” She sighed and stubbed out her cigarette before rubbing her left arm. “Don’t worry about me; it’s all in the past, right?”
“Woah, she’s amazing...” Frank, Gerard and Mikey thought.
“Yeah, well, you can stay with us . You’re bunking in with Gerard, Mikey and Frank ‘cos Bob snores and I have to use earplugs,” Ray laughed as Bob thwacked his head.
“I do not!... Okay, maybe a little. But she’s new, yeesh,” Bob said, in his usual chilled out voice.
Gerard smiled directly at her, making her stomach do tiny flips. “Well, follow me and we can get you set up in the room and shit like that ‘cos like, we’ve got some stupid interview tomorrow at the FUSE thing and since we got you, we can introduce you to the whole fucking world!” he laughed as Chelsey realized it was 3.am.
“Oh, what the FUCK?! Tomorrow? But are we performing?” she asked a bit frantically.
“Yeah we’re doing ‘Helena’ and ‘I’m not okay(I promise)’. You can play them right?” Mikey smiled fixing his glasses in a cute way. (A/N: I know its fast but it’ll be explained in a while, and this is set when ‘revenge’ just came out, well not just but just before they went on the warped tour again.)
“Yeah,” she smiled and Mikey’s eyes twinkled.
She walked to her bag and guitar and grabbed them before following Gerard into the room.
There were three beds and clothes were strewn everywhere. Chelsey could care less as Gerard flushed. “Sorry, it’s a mess in here. Just be prepared, you’ll be seeing a whole lot of this.” He grinned sheepishly.
“Nah, it’s alright I don’t mind, one thing though, where do I sleep or who am I bunking with for tonight?” She asked, glancing at the three beds sitting there innocently.
“Oh, didn’t think of that… I, uh…” Gerard blushed and stuttered running his fingers through his hair nervously.
“How about me?” Frank said, beating Gerard to it.
“Alright, tomorrow I’ll stay with Gee and the day after that, Mikey so you guys get your space day by day yeah?” Chelsey smiled. Frank was grinning from ear to ear. “Now shoo! I need to change, not like you won’t see me on tour but what the heck,” she said, and the boys left the room.
“Hey guys,” Ray said interrupting their conversation with Bob. “We were just talking about Chels. She’s got so much SKILL! But… are we making the right choice? It’s all pretty fast, don’t you think?"
“Yeah, but the faster we find someone and let the world know, the easier it’ll be easier to achieve the sound we want, right?” Gerard said, sitting down on the couch.
“And dude, like, you said she’s got mad skills,” Frank said lighting a cigarette. “
Plus, she’s emotionally screwed up, like us,” Mikey’s lips curved upwards as he chugged some diet coke.
“Yup, here we go though, on to the warped tour soon,” Bob said smiling.
“Oh yeah, d’you think the fans will react well to her, I mean she’s a chick, in an all-guy band,” Gerard asked.
“They’ll be fine, I think. She’s hot so I think there will be more pictures of her on the net than us anyway.” Frank laughed as Mikey swatted his arm.
“What’s this talk about my hot-ness?” Chelsey laughed walking in her white pants with drawings and doodles all over it like it was a note book with doodles on it and blue tank with a skull on it and a ribbon from Victoria Secret.
“Nothing,” Gerard said in a sing-song voice.
“Oh fine, you guys tired? I’m not exactly tired but I wanna be rested enough for tomorrow’s FUSE whatever the fuck it is show,” she said stretching her arms up behind her back.
“We’re coming!” Mikey, Gerard and Frank said as they ran into change first.
Chelsey sat down next to Bob.
“Do you like Mr. Bean?” Chelsey asked.
“Yup I love it (A/N: It really is true you know!!!), I have like almost all the seasons.” Bob smiled.
“Oh cool, I got the new years’ one,” Chelsey laughed as they continued talking about Mr. Bean as Ray stared at them laughing.
“I can’t believe the two of you are talking about Mr Bean,” Ray said starting to laugh.
“Why not? Mr. Bean is a VERY serious topic ain’t it Bob?” she said in a fake serious tone turning to face Bob.
He nodded. “Yup totally serious!” he laughed.
Gerard came in to tell Chelsey that they were all decent in his skeleton pajama suit.
“Alright guys this has been fun but I gotta go to bed, I suggested you guys do to,” she said giving Ray and Bob a hug before following Gerard into the room Frank was already laying on the bed, Mikey shot him jealous death glares but Gerard just smiled.
“Good Night Chels and please kick Frank off the bed in the middle of the night, he wont mind,” Gerard said smiling.
“Okay I can do that,” Chelsey said fake nodding in serious agreement before giving Gerard a hug which made him blush as he awkwardly hugged her back.
“Hey! You won’t really kick me off will ya?” Frank asked.
“Nope…or will I?” Chelsey said with a devious smirk and a wink which made Frank want to take his camera out and snap ten thousand pictures.
Chelsey sauntered over to Mikey’s bed and sat on beside him. “Night-y night Mikey!” she smiled, she was screaming on the inside, they couldn't see how excited she really was, and on the plus side she had always wanted ot say that.
“Night Chels,” Mikey said as she hugged him, it felt like his body was on fire even after she left to get under the covers of Frank’s bed.
“G’night Frankie.” Chelsey whispered giving him a hug. He held tighter and brushed his legs against hers. “G’night Chels,” he said and let her go just as Gerard reached over to turn off the light.
When the light went out neither of them realized that they all dreamt of each other.
And what was soon to be.
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