Speed Dialing

Gerard

So now the band was back in San Francisco and to be honest, the only topic on my mind was Marilyn. Now I was trying to wrap my mind around the idea of liking her in a totally different way. I’m not saying the liking her was horrible, in fact, it seemed amazing. I mean, I could imagine us holding hands and hugging. What DID scare me was the fact that I wouldn’t see her as much. Sure, I could bring her on the tour with us, but.. I’m sure the fans WOULD throw a fit.
Ugh, this was just so confusing.
“Hey, Gerard, are you awake?” Ray joked, poking my head before he had put his guitar strap over his head. His hands settled on holding the guitar while staring at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Nah, just thinking.” I sighed and set the silver toned microphone onto its stand. I looked around the whole stage arena type place and took note of everyone around me, just to take my mind off this whole “Marilyn” deal. I caught a glimpse of Mikey sitting on the amp while tuning his bass and then I saw Frank and Bob laughed about something I couldn’t really pick up. I saw a fan or two already setting up nearby and couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how our fans were really devoted.
Moving on, the agenda for today was the concert and then I would meet up with Marilyn backstage. From there, we’d head off to a party I was invited to. Wait, what if she said no? Shit, my palms were getting sweaty. What the fuck is wrong with me!?
Okay, okay, so maybe I do like her.
That’s what scares me shitless.

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Marilyn

“Well, they all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost!” Gerard screamed into the microphone, his arm shooting up and trembling all the while. His hand then extended out to the crowd and they screamed even more. I couldn’t help but giggle as I peaked from back stage. I could see Gerard strut across the stage once more, but there was something different about him. There was this vibe that he just wasn’t into the concert tonight. Maybe that was just me, I don’t know and frankly, I could care less right now.
I sang along with Gerard and the many other fans out there and then noticed that he ended the song and the concert with a good night and some other phrases I can’t recall.
Soon enough, he came walking towards me with this goofy grin on his face. “Hey Marilyn!” He called out and then he began to run. It wasn’t long before our bodies collided in a hug. His arms went around my shoulders and half of my face was buried at his upper chest. “Gerard, I love to breath, but if you want to kill me, this is just fine.” I sarcastically remarked. He laughed and let go and then his arm casually went around my shoulder. He then looked down at me and chuckled softly. “Are you up for a party?” Gerard asked and then removed his arm, seeing as I had blushed darkly and trembled a bit.
“A party?” I questioned, not really sure if he was joking or telling the truth. “Yes. A party is a group gat-“ “I know what a party is!” I replied, smiling at this point and playfully smacking him. We both laughed and I shook my head after wards.
Sure, we may be a little crazy.
This craziness could never amount to the level of insanity that took place hours later.
Never.