The Ghost of Memories.
Concerts.
At shows, I would sit backstage, while Gerard and the rest of My Chemical Romance played. I could hear my dad singing, really clearly. He was always a good singer. He used to sing me lullabies and songs to help me get to sleep. I remember in Donna’s house, there was a photo of him as a really young kid, being Peter Pan. He was about my age, at the first time I remember seeing it. A shaky video recording of it was still regularly watched when Gerard wasn’t there.
After the shows, My Chemical Romance would all go out, and get drunk, if they didn’t need to be driving through the night. Gerard would drink a Shandy, because he had me with him. The rest got shamelessly drunk.
We’d then sleep in the car park of a hotel, or McDonalds, but, if we were really lucky, they’d get bored of being in the cramped van, and we would check in to a Night Lodge or the nearest hotel.
After the shows, My Chemical Romance would all go out, and get drunk, if they didn’t need to be driving through the night. Gerard would drink a Shandy, because he had me with him. The rest got shamelessly drunk.
We’d then sleep in the car park of a hotel, or McDonalds, but, if we were really lucky, they’d get bored of being in the cramped van, and we would check in to a Night Lodge or the nearest hotel.