Keep the Faith
Last Newcast
I watched the television in horror. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I kept my eyes directed at the screen only, as I sat on my living room floor, now afraid of what the future would hold. Terror and fear grasped my heart, squeezing it the very last drop. The faith I once held in my heart now had no use. The faith was gone, as well as My Chemical Romance.
I could not speak, nor could I hear. I could not understand anything but the words the news announcer spoke. I could not comprehend the story they were unfolding to me. It had to be a lie.
A joke.
A sick, disgusting joke.
But, they wouldn’t joke about this, would they?
“The band My Chemical Romance has come to an end today after one final show. Only yesterday did the band get enough of the angry adolescents as Gerard Way walked off stage with two final words. ‘I quit.’”
The TV screen flickered with footage of this catastrophic event. Just as the newscaster said, Gerard gave up. He left the other four men sitting and standing on stage in surprise as to what just happened. I can only imagine what they were thinking.
Is he for real?
He doesn’t really mean completely… does he?
Why is he walking off the stage?
What the hell is going on?!
What was going on? Whatever happened to never letting people take him alive? Whatever happened to doing it for the fans? They are my world… or at least they were. And I can imagine how the other fans felt. Just as bad as me… or maybe even worse.
The pain within my heart was unbearable. I looked down at my wrists. The scabs and dry blood were gone, but the painful, searing memories of a razorblade taunted my thoughts. My body began to shake. I began to lose control of all movement as fear of what was going on played with my mind.
They weren’t just a band.
They weren’t just five men.
They weren’t just rock stars.
They were my life line.
They were the reason I am here.
They were the angels from the unknown.
They were my heroes.
And they were suddenly gone. Just because a few kids couldn't keep their mouth shut.
Just because they couldn't keep their mouth shut, I was losing my hero.
“ While fans were celebrating My Chemical Romance’s presence, others weren’t too happy. Bottles were thrown, words were spat, and Way finally had enough of these kid’s harsh words. Now to Sandy, who is currently outside of the venue where this happened. How is it over there, Sandy?”
“Not to great, Charlotte. Angry mobs of fans have collected outside of the auditorium. As for who is for which side—no one really knows. Fights, broken up by security and local policemen, rose to the surface a mere hours after that final walk off of the stage. Who knows what Way and his fellow bandmates will do, now that their music career is permanently damaged. Back to you, Charlotte.”
I quickly clicked off the TV. I couldn’t take any more. My heroes were no longer making music, but there was something they said that would inspire me.
“You’ll carry on,
You’ll carry on.
And though you’re dead and gone believe me,
You’re memory will carry on.”
I could not speak, nor could I hear. I could not understand anything but the words the news announcer spoke. I could not comprehend the story they were unfolding to me. It had to be a lie.
A joke.
A sick, disgusting joke.
But, they wouldn’t joke about this, would they?
“The band My Chemical Romance has come to an end today after one final show. Only yesterday did the band get enough of the angry adolescents as Gerard Way walked off stage with two final words. ‘I quit.’”
The TV screen flickered with footage of this catastrophic event. Just as the newscaster said, Gerard gave up. He left the other four men sitting and standing on stage in surprise as to what just happened. I can only imagine what they were thinking.
Is he for real?
He doesn’t really mean completely… does he?
Why is he walking off the stage?
What the hell is going on?!
What was going on? Whatever happened to never letting people take him alive? Whatever happened to doing it for the fans? They are my world… or at least they were. And I can imagine how the other fans felt. Just as bad as me… or maybe even worse.
The pain within my heart was unbearable. I looked down at my wrists. The scabs and dry blood were gone, but the painful, searing memories of a razorblade taunted my thoughts. My body began to shake. I began to lose control of all movement as fear of what was going on played with my mind.
They weren’t just a band.
They weren’t just five men.
They weren’t just rock stars.
They were my life line.
They were the reason I am here.
They were the angels from the unknown.
They were my heroes.
And they were suddenly gone. Just because a few kids couldn't keep their mouth shut.
Just because they couldn't keep their mouth shut, I was losing my hero.
“ While fans were celebrating My Chemical Romance’s presence, others weren’t too happy. Bottles were thrown, words were spat, and Way finally had enough of these kid’s harsh words. Now to Sandy, who is currently outside of the venue where this happened. How is it over there, Sandy?”
“Not to great, Charlotte. Angry mobs of fans have collected outside of the auditorium. As for who is for which side—no one really knows. Fights, broken up by security and local policemen, rose to the surface a mere hours after that final walk off of the stage. Who knows what Way and his fellow bandmates will do, now that their music career is permanently damaged. Back to you, Charlotte.”
I quickly clicked off the TV. I couldn’t take any more. My heroes were no longer making music, but there was something they said that would inspire me.
“You’ll carry on,
You’ll carry on.
And though you’re dead and gone believe me,
You’re memory will carry on.”