The Art Way

On Thursday and Friday nothing special happened. Frank had lunch with Jamia on both days and Gerard stayed in his office.

Saturday on the other hand saw Gerard fretting about the show and how he should show up to it.
After waking up and a rushed breakfast consisting mainly of coffee he started 'planning' his outfit.
Meaning he pulled out shirts and jeans out of his dresser, put them on, went to the bathroom to apply make-up, went back to his bedroom to change the outfit, then noticing that the make-up would smear on his shirts, back to the bathroom and so on.
After about one and a half hours of that he called Mikey. And whined to Mikey. Mikey rolled his eyes a lot but was at Gerard's door ten minutes later.
He pulled a Misfits shirt out of Gerard's dresser that actually fit and a pair of skinny black jeans.
Then he told Gerard that he would come with him to the show so “You don't do anything too stupid.” (Gerard was secretly very glad about that) Then he made Gerard sit on the couch and watch Star Wars with him, because they had several hours until the show actually started.

~*~*~

Brendon's job at the restaurant started at four. When he arrived there ten minutes earlier the owner was waiting for him.
“Aaah Brendon, I have good news for you.”
“Oh, really?”, Brendon said. 'Fulltimejobfulltimejobfulltimejob' was what he was thinking.
“Yes, yes. You know Ian? He was another waiter here and as you know I promised you the next full time slot and, well, Ian just quit.”
“Really? Does that mean...?”
“Yes. You get his job if you want. His hours were Saturday, Sunday and Tuesday till Thursday, three to eleven PM.”
“Yes, yes, I take it!”, Brendon almost shouted, doing his best not to jump on the spot.
“Well, good then. Come see me in my office after your shift so we can go over the contract. And now off to work, the guests are waiting!”
Brendon couldn't believe it. This might be his chance to move into a real flat!
On his way to the kitchen he saw his colleague Dallon, which made him remember something.
“Hey, uhm, Dallon. So I just got offered Ian's job. Isn't he your flat-mate? Why did he quit?”
“Was my flat-mate... His band got signed. To a real label! He's moving out into a better apartment and all that... Now I have to find a new flat-mate...”, Dallon explained.
“Wait, what you are saying is, the half of your flat, which Ian could afford with the money he made in the job that I'm gonna be doing now, is going to be available?”, Brendon probed.
“Yes? Oh, are you saying you need a place?”
“That's exactly what I'm saying.”, beamed Brendon. “Well, only if you want to have me that is.”
“I would love to! Certainly better then the alternative!”
“Then we have a deal.”
“Yes. But maybe we should get to know each other a bit? Assuming you have Ian's old times, how about we spent Friday together to do that?”
“Actually there is a show on Friday I wanted to see and so far I have no one to go with, so if you wanted to go?”
“What band?”
“Leathermouth, they're this Punk band...”
“Well, I always said I'd be a punk if my mom would let me, so why not.”, smiled Dallon.
And with that they got to work.

~*~*~

The line in front of the club was longer than Gerard had expected. But it didn't bother Mikey and him too much since Frank had promised him to add him to the guest list.
“Gerard Way plus one?”, he said to the bouncer who didn't look as much as a bouncer as the ones Gerard remembered. Well, he sure was tall, but apart from that...
“Are you sure, mi amigo? That sounded more like a question.”
“Uhm, just look? Frank said... I should be on there...”
“I'm just messing with you, cara de ángel. Go ahead.”, he said and waved them in with a mock bow.
Gerard was slightly red with embarrassment at that point. Mikey laughed at him.
“Shut up.”
“I'm not saying anything!”

The show was good. Amazing even. Frank was thrashing around on stage and screaming his soul out into the microphone. Gerard was sure Frank had seen him in the crowd, but Gerard had also seen Jamia somewhere in the club and thus decided to not wait around until Frank would try to find him after the show.
Frank had looked amazing though, all sweaty like that. Gerard left the club with a huge grin, Mikey shaking his head at him.

~*~*~

Patrick got the call late Saturday evening.
“What do you mean, they quit???”, he asked the caller. “We need them for the tour! … And if not? … Yes, you do that.” With a sigh he hung up.
“What happened?”, asked Pete.
“The guys we had as bassist and drummer for our tour, Cash and Alex, quit because their band got signed. Now we need new guys who preferably already know the songs and who can tour in a few months...”
“Know the songs? Like the songs from the unreleased album?”
“Yes. There are a few session musicians at the studio who do know them, now I can only hope they have time to tour.”
“Don't worry so much. It will work out eventually. You will see.”
“I hope so.”, Patrick sighted.

~*~*~

“I have a job. And a flat!”, Brendon announced as he opened the door to Spencer and Ryan's flat around midnight.
“What, really?”
“Care you explain?”
And Brendon loved to talk, so he did.