Keep the Faith
A New Beginning
“I can’t fucking do this!” Gerard screamed out in frustration to the starry night sky. The street lamp not five feet away from him started flickering slightly, an annoying soft humming noise reached his ears, doing nothing for his pissed off mood. That and then constant shaking he was doing from just coming off withdrawal.
It had been a week, a week, since he gave up the drugs and alcohol, and already My Chemical Romance had to play a show. Needless to say, Gerard was scared shitless. Tomorrow night would be the first night he had ever played a show sober, and that though alone made him want to say fuck it, walk down to the corner mart and buy the biggest bottle of the strongest shit he could get his hands on.
But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He promised his friends, his family, and in a silent way, the fans. He couldn’t let them down. They all held so much faith in him to get through this, and he wasn’t going to let him down.
“Son of a god damn bitch,” he said out loud. He heard the faint sound of a bus door opening and spun around.
“Gerard?” His brother, Mikey, asked, rubbing his eyes with his closed fist. It reminded Gerard of when Mikey was little and always did that when he woke up.
“Over here.”
“What are you doing out here?” Mikey asked, slightly concerned after being woken up by his elder brother yelling.
“Just getting some air,” Gerard mumbled.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” the younger asked. Gerard had always had a hold Mikey’s admiration, even from a young age. He always thought his brother had so much talent and heart for everything he loved. His music and his heart.
He hated having to sit back and watch his brother fall. It killed him, but he knew Gerard would pull through. He had faith.
“A little,” Gerard sighed.
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
**
‘I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna pu-’
Gerard quickly ran out of the dressing room, running into the bathroom just in time for the day’s lunch to make an appearance. After a few retches he felt someone grab his shaggy, raven black hair from his face and rub soothing circles on his back.
Flushing the toilet and whipping his mouth once he was done, he leaned back to look into the soft blue eyes of their new drummer, Bob.
“I can’t do this, Bob,” he could feel tears wanting to fall from his eyes, but refused to let them.
“Yes you can, Gerard.”
“No I ca-”
“Yes. You. Can,” The blonde said, cutting him off.
“We all know you can,” another voice said from the doorway. Gerard looked over to see the rest of the guys. The rest of his musical family. It was Ray that spoke.
“We’ve been through so much together already,” Frank said, kneeling in front of the older man before him. Frank wanted to cry as he saw the tears in Gerard’s eyes. “And we need to get Bob here in some of the action, good and bad.”
“I-I just don’t know if the fans will like the sober me, you know?”
“If anything you’ll be better sober,” Mikey piped up.
“We’re all in this together, Keep The Faith, remember?”
It had been a week, a week, since he gave up the drugs and alcohol, and already My Chemical Romance had to play a show. Needless to say, Gerard was scared shitless. Tomorrow night would be the first night he had ever played a show sober, and that though alone made him want to say fuck it, walk down to the corner mart and buy the biggest bottle of the strongest shit he could get his hands on.
But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He promised his friends, his family, and in a silent way, the fans. He couldn’t let them down. They all held so much faith in him to get through this, and he wasn’t going to let him down.
“Son of a god damn bitch,” he said out loud. He heard the faint sound of a bus door opening and spun around.
“Gerard?” His brother, Mikey, asked, rubbing his eyes with his closed fist. It reminded Gerard of when Mikey was little and always did that when he woke up.
“Over here.”
“What are you doing out here?” Mikey asked, slightly concerned after being woken up by his elder brother yelling.
“Just getting some air,” Gerard mumbled.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” the younger asked. Gerard had always had a hold Mikey’s admiration, even from a young age. He always thought his brother had so much talent and heart for everything he loved. His music and his heart.
He hated having to sit back and watch his brother fall. It killed him, but he knew Gerard would pull through. He had faith.
“A little,” Gerard sighed.
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
**
‘I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna puke, I’m gonna pu-’
Gerard quickly ran out of the dressing room, running into the bathroom just in time for the day’s lunch to make an appearance. After a few retches he felt someone grab his shaggy, raven black hair from his face and rub soothing circles on his back.
Flushing the toilet and whipping his mouth once he was done, he leaned back to look into the soft blue eyes of their new drummer, Bob.
“I can’t do this, Bob,” he could feel tears wanting to fall from his eyes, but refused to let them.
“Yes you can, Gerard.”
“No I ca-”
“Yes. You. Can,” The blonde said, cutting him off.
“We all know you can,” another voice said from the doorway. Gerard looked over to see the rest of the guys. The rest of his musical family. It was Ray that spoke.
“We’ve been through so much together already,” Frank said, kneeling in front of the older man before him. Frank wanted to cry as he saw the tears in Gerard’s eyes. “And we need to get Bob here in some of the action, good and bad.”
“I-I just don’t know if the fans will like the sober me, you know?”
“If anything you’ll be better sober,” Mikey piped up.
“We’re all in this together, Keep The Faith, remember?”