Sequel: Did You Get What You Deserve? ›
If your heart stops beating
Chapter 38
~*Frank’s Point of view*~
“Hey Mikey!”
Mikey looked up from the kitchen table.
“Sup guys.”
“We’ve come to record.”
“Oh right.”
He turned around.
“Hey Gerard! Get your fat ass in here!”
Gerard walked in.
“Oh, hey guys. I didn’t hear you arrive.”
He grabbed Mikey by the back of his shirt and hauled him out of his seat.
“Come on, everybody’s already in there.”
He dragged Mikey out of the kitchen, down the hall and into the small bedroom, which was now Gerard’s, Mikey’s, and the recording equipment’s.
“Sit there.”
He pointed to Mikey’s bed and we obediently sat.
“Now we go over it one more time.”
And so began an hour of rehearsals.
~*Gerard’s Point of view*~
I ran my hand through my hair.
“How’s it look, Ray?”
Ray frowned for a moment, then clicked something on his computer screen before sitting back to listen.
“And if your heart stops beating,
I’ll be here wondering,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life-”
“Sounds brilliant!”
Ray scanned the screen one more time, then nodded, grinning.
“No glitches. No stuff-ups. It’s done!”
“Yeah!”
Alec bounced up and down.
“You can hear my bit!”
“If you couldn’t, would we even have you in it?”
He grinned.
“I’m happy.”
“We all are.”
Gerard nodded.
“Wanna do another one?”
~*Frank’s Point of view*~
“I’m gonna be twelve soon!”
I looked up.
“So you have told us thousands of times. Now please, shut up. Two weeks is nothing. It’s not even April yet.”
He put his head on one side, thinking.
“Actually, only thirteen days. I’m gonna be twelve in thirteen days!”
I sighed.
“One thousand and one. If you won’t shut up for me, shut up for yourself. Jamia is at that stage where everything pisses her off.”
“How long till she’s due?”
“Three weeks.”
He sighed.
“Are you still hoping it’s a girl?”
I nodded.
“I don’t know why she wants to wait until the time to know. It doesn’t really make any difference, but, well... She’s in charge.”
He shrugged.
“Oh well, you only have to wait three more weeks to find out.”
“I know. I know.”
I looked up at him and grinned.
“So, thirteen days, that's April the sixth, huh? That’s a...”
“Saturday.”
“Brilliant. No school.”
He smiled.
“Can we do something special?”
“Sure.”
He sighed happily and walked over to the computer.
“Oh, Frank, you have an email.”
“What’s it say?”
“Ray’s sent us yesterday’s recording!”
I jumped up.
“Ooh, brilliant. Play it.”
He opened the attachment and pressed play. The sound of piano notes filled the room, then Gerard’s voice.
“When I was
A young boy
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said ‘Son when
You grow up,
Would you be
The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”
I looked at Alec and smiled.
“That’s your composition, boy. People all over the world are going to be listening to your composition.”
He smiled happily.
“It’s so beautiful.”
I nodded.
“It sure is.”
**Author's Note: Oooh, only two more chapters to go! Something exciting is gonna happen, and the last chapter will be loaded with fuzz. Now comment, or someone dies. COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!**
“Hey Mikey!”
Mikey looked up from the kitchen table.
“Sup guys.”
“We’ve come to record.”
“Oh right.”
He turned around.
“Hey Gerard! Get your fat ass in here!”
Gerard walked in.
“Oh, hey guys. I didn’t hear you arrive.”
He grabbed Mikey by the back of his shirt and hauled him out of his seat.
“Come on, everybody’s already in there.”
He dragged Mikey out of the kitchen, down the hall and into the small bedroom, which was now Gerard’s, Mikey’s, and the recording equipment’s.
“Sit there.”
He pointed to Mikey’s bed and we obediently sat.
“Now we go over it one more time.”
And so began an hour of rehearsals.
~*Gerard’s Point of view*~
I ran my hand through my hair.
“How’s it look, Ray?”
Ray frowned for a moment, then clicked something on his computer screen before sitting back to listen.
“And if your heart stops beating,
I’ll be here wondering,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life-”
“Sounds brilliant!”
Ray scanned the screen one more time, then nodded, grinning.
“No glitches. No stuff-ups. It’s done!”
“Yeah!”
Alec bounced up and down.
“You can hear my bit!”
“If you couldn’t, would we even have you in it?”
He grinned.
“I’m happy.”
“We all are.”
Gerard nodded.
“Wanna do another one?”
~*Frank’s Point of view*~
“I’m gonna be twelve soon!”
I looked up.
“So you have told us thousands of times. Now please, shut up. Two weeks is nothing. It’s not even April yet.”
He put his head on one side, thinking.
“Actually, only thirteen days. I’m gonna be twelve in thirteen days!”
I sighed.
“One thousand and one. If you won’t shut up for me, shut up for yourself. Jamia is at that stage where everything pisses her off.”
“How long till she’s due?”
“Three weeks.”
He sighed.
“Are you still hoping it’s a girl?”
I nodded.
“I don’t know why she wants to wait until the time to know. It doesn’t really make any difference, but, well... She’s in charge.”
He shrugged.
“Oh well, you only have to wait three more weeks to find out.”
“I know. I know.”
I looked up at him and grinned.
“So, thirteen days, that's April the sixth, huh? That’s a...”
“Saturday.”
“Brilliant. No school.”
He smiled.
“Can we do something special?”
“Sure.”
He sighed happily and walked over to the computer.
“Oh, Frank, you have an email.”
“What’s it say?”
“Ray’s sent us yesterday’s recording!”
I jumped up.
“Ooh, brilliant. Play it.”
He opened the attachment and pressed play. The sound of piano notes filled the room, then Gerard’s voice.
“When I was
A young boy
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said ‘Son when
You grow up,
Would you be
The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”
I looked at Alec and smiled.
“That’s your composition, boy. People all over the world are going to be listening to your composition.”
He smiled happily.
“It’s so beautiful.”
I nodded.
“It sure is.”
**Author's Note: Oooh, only two more chapters to go! Something exciting is gonna happen, and the last chapter will be loaded with fuzz. Now comment, or someone dies. COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!**