Slip Into The Tragedy.

“Coming!” I yelled. The doorbell just rang and being the lazy-asses that my brothers were, they wouldn’t get up of the couch that we were sitting on to open the goddamn door.

It was our usual movie marathon, just us Way kids. For now. Usually half way through the movie marathon someone just had to turn up and join us. I’m praying to dear lord Jesus Christ that the person ringing the doorbell wasn’t asshole and bimbo, aka Frank and Claire. Yes, she is now his girlfriend, and also the sluttiest girl in school. Well probably in whole Jersey.

I swung the door to reveal a couple making out in front of my doorstep.

Just my luck.

Frank had his hand wrapped around Claire’s tiny waist and Claire got her fingers tightly knotted in Frank’s jet black mop. They continued to make-out for a few seconds, not even realizing that I was there. I rolled my eyes in disgust, slammed the door close and sitting back down between Gerard and Mikey.

“Who was that?” Mikey said confusedly.

“Just asshole and bimbo” I answered casually, grabbing the popcorn from Gerard’s hands.

“Oh,” Mikey said, now glaring at the TV.

“Mikes, I know you hate them but we honestly need him for the band. He’s one hell of a guitar player. You know that.” Gerard said, in his ‘I’m-the-big brother-and-you-better-listen-to-me’ voice.

“Goddamn it, Gerard. I know!” Mikey said, annoyed. “But it still doesn’t mean that I have to like him.”

So you see, my brothers are in a band. It’s called My Chemical Romance. Cool huh? Yea, it’s because I made it. Well, me and Mikey anyway. Gerard does vocals, Mikes does bass, our good friend Bob does drums, our other good friend Ray plays guitar (and is damn friggen good at it too) and last but definitely least, Frank who plays guitar. Who isn’t nearly isn’t as good as Ray, in my opinion really. The damn bastard is to fucking cocky for his own good. Even though Frank and Mikey is in the same band, Mikey absolutely hates Frank. But Gerard wants Frank to join because according to him, Frank is the best rhythm guitarist they have around here, so me and Mikey just have to put up with him. But even with the animosity between Frank and me, Gerard is still his best friend, Gerard cares about him and I both, and wants to stay civil with both of us. Gerard understands why I hate Frank anyway.

“I’ll get the door.” Gerard said after a few moments of silence.

A few seconds later I heard Gerard open the front door and what sounds like a bunch of people walked in.

“BOB STOP TOUCHING MY FRO!” I heard Ray shout, I couldn’t help but laugh, so did Mikey.

“I can’t help it, it’s so fascinating.” Bob said, while laughing his head off

In a few seconds five people walked in the room. Gerard, Bob, Ray and of course asshole and bimbo. I jumped out of my seat and bounded over to poke Ray’s fro.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Ray whined, “Why are people always touching my fro?!”

“Becaaauuuse, it’s fascinating!” I laughed quoting Bob, then hugging Ray, “sup my brotha from anotha motha?”

“I’m suppa fine ma soul sista!” Ray laughed too, then hugged me back. Behind his shoulder I saw Bob pouting and crossing his arms. They were always immature brats when I’m in the room.

“Awwwww, Bobbert don’t give me that face” I yelled, as I let go of Ray and ran into Bob’s open arms.

“But it’s the only face that will get you to hug me, lil sis.” Bob said, hugging me back. Let’s just say that I’m everyone’s little sister, well except Frank.

“Sooooo,” I began, looking at them both. “How was your summer? You told us you had to go somewhere with your parents right?”

“Yeah, and it was so fucking boring!” Ray exclaimed

“Fuck yeah! I nearly died of boredom” Bob said, shaking his head

This continued for about 4-5 minutes when suddenly a very annoying, high pitched voice sounded.

“Frankie, I thought you’re gonna have a band practice?” Claire whined, pouting to Frank.

I rolled my eyes, so did Mikey, Ray, Bob and even Gerard.

“I don’t wanna listen to them talking anymore. It’s so boring” Claire exclaimed.

“C’mon guys, let’s start this shit.” Gerard said, clearing his throat and walking towards the attic, where the guys always had band practice. He probably thought that it’s best for them to start now before world war 3 broke out in our living room.

We all followed him up the stairs, and went into the dusty attic. It wasn’t much, but it’s the only room in the house that isn’t crammed with furniture. There was already the amps and Bob’s drum kit and an old beaten up sofa with a coffee table in front of it, and also a couple of armchairs. I flopped down on it and put my feet up the coffee table. The guys are already tuning their guitars (and in Mikey’s case, bass), while Bob and Gerard plopped down on either side of me. Claire sat down in one of the crappy armchairs, she looked revolted.

When they all finished tuning their instruments, Gerard and Bob got up from the sofa and join the other guys.

“Check, check.” Gerard said into the mike, but no sound came out. “Frankie-boy, help me out here”

Frank who was sitting on his guitar amp, twisted around to turn the mic amp all the way up. That came as a shock to Gerard because when finally lose patience and shouted to the mic,

“TURN ON YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!”

The feedback sound was screeching all around the attic, so that everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Gerard with confusion. Then Frank burst out laughing and actually rolling at the floor with laughter.

“You should’ve seen your fucking face!” Frank chocked out, tears forming in his eyes. Gerard was still standing there rubbing his ears and wincing slightly.

“Right Iero, grab your guitar and lets start playing before you hyperventilate.” Ray said, walking over to Frank and hitting him on the back of the head

“Right, okay.” Frank said, giggling. As he stood on his position holding Ray’s guitar. That boy doesn’t have the money to buy a guitar, therefore he’s always borrowing Ray’s, who has 2 guitars.

“Sooo, our first song is called: Vampires Will Never Hurt You” Gerard said into the microphone and Bob started to bang on the drums.

I sang along to the lyrics, and watched as Gerard dancing and making really weird hand movements to the song. It was ridiculous but I love him anyway. Mikey was always to the side, just banging his head lightly to the music as he concentrated to his part. Ray next to Mikey, playing his part perfectly as usual with his fro’ getting all over the place. Behind all of them was Bob, who stuck his tongue out in concentration and hitting the drums in the exact second he was supposed to.

Then of course, there is Frank on Gerard’s right. He was enthusiastically banging his head to the music and jumping around like the idiot he is. Basically, Mikey and Ray has to share the left side of Gerard (who just has to be in the middle because he’s the lead singer), because Frank takes up the other side of Gerard for himself. I bet if someone was standing beside Frank right now, they’ll get flattened. I couldn’t help but stare at him, and there is always one thought that always bugs me every time I look at him, we used to be best friends.

The guys played a couple more songs: Sunsets Over Monroevile, This is the Best Day Ever, Headfirst for Halos, and my favorite Demolition Lovers. I clapped and cheered after every single one of them finished. Just before they start Demolition Lovers, Gerard knowingly smiled at me and said,

“C’mon sis, sing this one with me.”

I gaped at him, wow this is new. The other guys looked at him surprised, then turned their eyes on me. Obviously they were wondering if I could actually sing or not. But of course the only one rude enough to ask was Frank.

“Can she sing?” He asked laughing, obviously thinking that this was a joke

“Of course not!” His girlfriend called out from the armchair closest to Frank, “She can barely talk, of course she can’t sing.”

I heard Mikey growl from behind Gerard’s back, and Gerard has to turn around to give him a stern look, but then he looked back at me, as if Frank and Claire didn’t even say anything.

“Really?” I clarified, just to make sure he wasn’t kidding.

“Really” Gerard confirmed

I walked up next to him and grabbed the other mic stand.

“Ready?” Gerard asked me. I was never that fond of people outside of my family knowing I could sing. Especially them watching me so closely like this. Frank and Claire was watching me smugly, they still didn’t believe that I could sing.

“Hit it Toro” Gerard said to Ray

Then the guitar started the intro.

Hand in mine into your icy blues,
And then I say to you we could take to the highway,
With this trunk of ammunition too,
I’d end my days with you with a hail of bullets.

I sang the first part softly, almost whispering, just how Gerard does it. He always mentions to me this is how he wants the song to sound if they ever recorded it. The first part soft almost like a whisper.

I’m trying, I’m trying,
To let you know just how much you mean to me,
And after all the things,
We put each other through.

And I will drive on to the end with you,
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full,
And I feel like there’s nothing left to do,
But prove myself to you and we’ll keep it running.

I sang that part more strongly, wishing so badly there is someone to say it to. But there is no one, no one would mean so much to me as the song says, and of course I wouldn’t mean that much to anybody else.