My One Shots

With shaking hands I pick up the microphone.

I'm so close to my dreams… I can taste them. Everything I’ve ever given up on because of the cloud of looming failure, they don’t seem so far away. Everyone that has ever put me down, held me back, they're all silenced. I believe they're watching me. And now, now I'm proving the impossible.

My forehead is sweating. And I brush my sleeve across it. Screams erupt threw the audience.
I'm scared.
Scared they won’t take me. Scared I'm not good enough. Scared no one will understand.
Everything I'm singing tonight, I wrote it all. I wrote it all through sheer moments of my pain.

What I'm singing tonight is what I’ve always been so afraid to tell people. I’ve ripped myself open for these songs, suffered to write them all down on paper.
The pain I’ve gone through, only for somebody somewhere out there to feel what I did. I don’t have to meet them. I just want to know that maybe, I’ll be able to help one person in this entire world. Maybe I’ll be able to save one.

Just one.

I’ve poured everything I can into doing this, and now I'm here. Someone taps my shoulder and points onto the stage. I take a deep breath.

This is it. I can’t go back now. I let the breath out and take a large step with my right foot. I'm suddenly running to the centre of the stage.

“Hello New Jersey!” I scream. Where is this coming from?

“We are My Chemical Romance!” More screams erupt from the crowd.
I grin.
“This song is called 'Our Lady of Sorrows'!” I look into the mass of bodies and see people jumping up and down screaming. The music starts up.

“Yeeeeeah,” I sing deeply into the mic. I turn around and face the rest of my band. I give them a look. And it seems to give them confidence. I quickly turn again and I'm back to facing the screaming bodies.

“We could be perfect one last night! And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight-"
I'm running back and forth across the length of stage.

“And we could settle this affair! If you would shed your yellow take my hand and then, we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity! This riddle of revenge, please understand it has to be this way!”

My head is spinning and people in the crowd are singing the lyrics with me. I see one boy, he wearing a T-shirt. It says, ‘My chemical romance saved my life!’ I feel liberated. I feel free. No one can hurt me. No. Not tonight, not right now.
I'm holding my dreams in my hand, squeezing them. I have no intention of ever letting go.

This is where I'm suppose to be. This is who I am. Fuck any one who wants me to be different. I'm not changing. I’ve wasted too much time sitting back in the corner watching. This is our time. This is my time. And no matter what, I know somewhere in these kids, I have made a difference. I have changed the world. And I won’t be forgotten.

Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again

We've only got one chance to put this at an end
and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes
I'll make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition

Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never

Trust, you said
Who put the words in your head
Oh how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying

Stand
Take my fucking hand
Take my fucking...

Stand up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my fucking hand
And never be afraid again

Just because my hands around your throat!