A Thousand Thoughts of You

Tony's POV

The brights lights and the cheering crowd was all I could see and hear. Vic was singing with all his might, Jaime was jumping around and Mike was hitting every beat. I was standing backstage, holding a short dark haired person tightly, like it was the end of the world. Slowly the person turned and I saw bright hazel eyes looking at me.

"Tony, wake up!" a voice shouted huh?

"Tony wake the fuck up!"

I opened my eyes and saw Mike looking at me.

"'Bout time you woke up, your girlfriend has been blowing up your phone for the past hour." he said

"Oh... hand it to me." I mumbled

"Get it yourself lazy-ass" Mike said

I quickly got up and stumbled over towards my phone. I picked it up and saw twelve missed calls; all of them from my girlfriend, Vanessa. Panic running through me, I immediately dialed her number.

"Hey, Nessa." I said, when I heard her sigh in aggravation, letting me know that she answered the phone.

"Where the hell have you been!? I called you over a hundred times," She exaggerated, "Are you with someone else?" She asked accusingly

"Calm down, Vanessa. I was just sleeping. We had a long night recording yesterday." I sighed

"Oh... I'm sorry Tony, it's just that... You can have any girl you want. I can't help but worry sometimes." She whined

"It's okay, but I have to go we have practice in ten minutes and you how the guys are when I'm late. I'll call you when we're done." I said

"Okay Tony, love you."

"Bye." I replied. As soon as I hung up, I heard laughter. I turned around to find Jaime and Vic standing by the door frame.

"What the Hell are you guys laughing at?"

"'I have to go to practice right now, Nessa, I'll call you later.'" Jaime mocked in a strange voice, in an attempted to imitate me

"Dude, if I had a girl like Vanessa, I would never be able to get off the phone." Vic said

"Well, you can have her, I'm thinking about ending it anyways." I snapped

"Why? She's great, minus the whole I'm-so-sure-you're-cheating-on-me thing." Jaime questioned

"Erm, because-

"'She's a bore, she can't cook, she always complains.' You really need to stop using those excuses, man. You'll never find the perfect person if you don't try." Vic interrupted

"Okay, fine. I'll try." I mumbled, hoping he'd get off my back about it.

"Hm, I think this conversation is officially over; Put the blindfold on him, Vic." commanded Jaime

Before I had the chance to run, Vic put the damn thing on me and they both started leading me in some random direction.

***

"Can I take thing off yet?" I whined

"One more minute. Damn, you whine more than Vic does." Mike said

"Hey!" Vic shouted

I shook my head and couldn't help but think about the bright hazel eyes from my dream. Damn you, Mike, for waking me up.

"We're here!" Jaime announced suddenly, and quickly pulled off my blindfold.

The sudden exposure to light stung. As my eyes adjusted to the light, my eyes focused and found a venue and a large billboard reading, My Chemical Romance Live! Tonight at 8 p.m.

"Happy birthday, bro! We knew that you were dying to see them, so we bought you tickets." Vic said

"Thanks guys! I didn't think you'd remember." I exclaimed

"Of course we remembered. We better hurry, the show is going to start." Jaime said.