My Dinner with Gerard Way

I had a dream last night that I had dinner with Gerard Way in a Mexican restaurant. The waiter gave him a menu and stood there with mine in his hands, like I was some kind of Jedi and just KNEW what was on the menu. So instead of ASKING for it, being that I'm somewhat passive at times, I said I'd have the same as Mr. Way.

When the waiter left, we somehow started talking about the other guys first, and I told Gerard that I'd met Frank twice. I made light of the fact that, in the nine shows that I've attended in the past two years, Frank was normally the one who was so willing to come say hello to the fans outside, either before or after a show.

Gerard kind of chuckled, though he did not make excuses as to why he rarely did so, himself. And apparently I dropped the subject. (In retrospect, I know that I wouldn't want him to think that was important to me - as I do believe these guys deserve their privacy.)

So then I start trying to slowly tell him, over casual conversation, about Think Happy Thoughts. Because, for some reason, he seemed to already know that I write it. He may have even brought it up...or it may have been the reason we were meeting in the first place.

I told him that it was a story about him, a fanfic, but that it has heart and its plot is well thought-out. I did not brag about its following on mibba, but I did say that I've been writing it for about two years now.

He gives me this look and repeats, "two years??"



I shrugged, then lightheartedly blamed it on THEM for touring so goddamn much. I told him what I meant by that, about my rules in writing it. I told him what these rules were; Basically, I had to include everything that he or the band has done in real life, and make it work in the story's plot with everything else going on in the characters' lives. And when they took a break, I would stop doing so, and could then sum up the main plot, and the whole purpose for writing it.

He just kind of nodded politely.



I left out, of course, that his real life wife could not be included as his romantic interest, because, well, that just didn't work out too well...being as how his character was ALREADY MARRIED to another woman, the other main, and very lovable, character. I did try to tell him about Andie, and how great she was. But I could tell that he was losing interest. Thank God I didn't tell him he has incredible sex in it.

Of course, this might have improved the conversation, if I had the courage to bring it up. He IS a guy.



Then this toddler comes wandering over to our table, seemingly lost. He picks her up and we both leave to help her find her parents.

And that was it. My dog was whining at me to wake up and let him out.

So now, over coffee and as I consider this dream for what its worth, I'm left wondering WHY I would dream this at all. I do believe that, in reality, it would be a completely awkward conversation. Though it is one that I absolutely would not back down from, even with Gerard Way, himself. I DO take pride in my writing.

But what was up with the lost little girl and us working together to help her? Does that say something about our mutual humanity? Or that I don't think he believes himself above these things? Or am I putting way too much thought into that part? (Probably so.)

I have been asked several times if I thought Gerard would be interested in reading Think Happy Thoughts. I guess this answers that question. I guess I think he would be somewhat flattered, but not interested enough to read it. Maybe I think he would feel that doing so would somehow make him conceited? Though I do believe that, if he did read it, there are surely several parts he would enjoy...other than the incredible sex.



I guess, to sum it up, I think he would nod politely over chips and salsa.

Oh, and he seemed significantly taller in my dream than he is in real life. Though I don't know what bearing that has on anything, other than maybe my perception of him.

I do have a great deal of admiration for the guy for, really, inspiring me to write again at all.

~ Shari