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YES mine came today, the limited edition.
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Chapter 7
Yep there are more! hahaha
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Chapter 6
“This is total fucking bullshit!” Anna yelled.
Her words startled everyone. James, Seth and Michael were in the middle of an in-depth discussion on the band that was My Chemical Romance; their favorite songs and such. Anna’s outburst completely interrupted it.
“What’s up your butt now?” James blinked, confused.
“Do you know how hard it is to switch between guitar parts? It is near fucking impossible,” Anna said, sitting on the rug she had brought from her bedroom, a pretty little pink shag number.
She had tons of sheet music spread out in front of her, the guitar resting in her lap. She was doing her best to make something out of the two parts.
“This is completely useless. There is no way I can combine both parts to ‘Honey’. There is absolutely no way.” She surveyed the papers in both hands.
“How ‘bout I play my part and you play Ray’s?” Frank said, walking into the garage, grinning from ear to ear and carrying his guitar named “Pansy”.
“You think you can play Ray’s part? I would, but, well, I barely remember my own,” Frank said, squatting down near her.
“Oh, shit. Ummm, we didn’t mean to have the microphones and stuff out here this long. I meant to put them back in the studio before you all got back. I’m really sorry,” Anna apologized profusely.
“What-the Hell-ever. I will buy fucking new ones. You can have the mother fuckers if this means you are going to be in here doing this all the time!” Frank said, grabbing her head and squishing it to his chest tightly.
He was clearly more excited than they were. Anna pried her head away from him and quickly smoothed her ruffled hair down again. Frank jumped to his feet. He couldn’t stop smiling.
“Let’s play, I’m dying!” Frank yelped, causing Michael to jump a bit.
Michael hadn’t been around Frank all that much and didn’t realize how crazy he could get. Frank had quickly turned from a forty-two-year-old man into a 17-year-old kid. He was giggling, hopping and skipping around. He would sling his guitar around his body when just standing there.
His energy was contagious.
James began to hop around, not even realizing he was doing it. Anna stood up, leaving most of the papers on the floor. She was nervous as Hell. Not only was Michael there now, her dad was too!
“Okay, okay. Let’s do this before I back out,” Anna said, taking a deep breath and then letting it out.
Seth propped his tabs on the stand in front of him. James all but threw himself over the drums onto his stool. Frank plugged into the amp by Anna. He was trying to calm his exploding heart and mind. It was all the little man could do.
“Okay, guys, I don’t know this one really,” Michael said, looking at the lyrics on the sheet of paper printed off from the Internet.
“Oh, dude, okay. It's not that hard. Um… it goes like this… 'The amount of pills I’m taking, counteracts the booze I’m drinking.'” Frank screamed, trying to simulate Gerard singing the song.
“Oh! Okay. We might have to start over like 50 times, but I will give it a shot,” Michael said, quietly singing the lyrics in the style that Frank had demonstrated.
“How did you know we were out here?” Anna asked, wondering how he had gotten his guitar and just shown up out of thin air.
“Oh, we heard you guys doing 'Prison' from the driveway. We all stood at the door and listened. And, let me just say, we were highly impressed!” Frank said, almost out of breath from his continuing adrenaline rush.
The four of them smiled and blushed.
“Okay, now onto the song. Go, Anna, it's all you at the beginning,” Frank said, nodding at her.
She began Ray’s classic intro. Michael listened as he watched Frank start his part, thrashing about insanely. James beat the drums so hard it should have busted the heads of them. He was so amped up, he couldn’t take it. Frank hadn’t felt this release in forever. It felt so good. It was almost better than sex.
Frank stopped as he scraped his pick down the neck of the guitar, causing that all-familiar squeal. Anna smiled wide. It was fucking awesome. It was all there. All the parts fit perfectly. They had never played the song, but you would never know it. Their skill on their instruments was clearly evident.
Frank yelled, “NOW,” causing Michael to belt the opening lyrics.
“Fuck, yes!” Seth wailed loudly, not caring that an adult was in the room.
Frank couldn't have given a shit. Michael was unsure in some of the rhythms, so Frank stepped up to the mic, singing along with him. After a few lines, he let Michael take over again. They finished the song without crashing and burning.
“Oh, my God! That was friggin’ awesome!” James said.
“I am totally not singing that right,” Michael said, humming the song's rhythm to himself.
Anna just swayed, blushing furiously.
“I will sing it once for you if you want,” Gerard said, smiling.
“Uncle Gee! Yes, by all means. I am slaughtering it.” Michael stepped away from the mic and took a seat across the room again.
“Why have we not done this before now?” Gerard asked.
“I’ve been trying to get all you fuckers to do this for months! So, don’t give me that shit,” Frank scoffed.
Gerard winked at him. Frank licked his lips. Nothing made him hornier than to play while Gerard sang.
“Again, again, again!” James chanted, bouncing up and down again.
“You ready, sweets?” Gerard asked, looking at Anna.
She started the notes once again. Frank came in, along with James and Seth. Michael didn’t take his eyes off Gerard. He watched his every move.
Gerard twisted the mic out of the stand and gathered up the cord. He closed his eyes and threw his head back and forth, to the sound of the music. It was like riding a bike. He could never forget. He opened his mouth and the words poured out. Gerard hadn’t even warmed up, but it didn’t matter. The breathy voice was as good as it ever was, if not better. Frank stood in one spot, panting, his eyes fixed on Gerard. He inched near him, not missing a lick on his guitar. Frank licked his lips again. He was dangerously close to the other man. His crotch throbbed; it was clearly visible beneath his tight jeans. Frank wanted to touch him. He had completely forgotten where he was and who was in the room.
Gerard put the microphone back into its stand. He held onto it for dear life, screaming the lyrics. Michael’s eyes darted from each man to the other and back, wondering what the hell was going to happen. Frank moved around to the back of Gerard, as the man continued to sing. He raised himself up on his tiptoes, still playing. He leaned towards Gerard’s neck. Frank closed his eyes and licked all the way from the bottom of Gerard’s ear to the top. Gerard’s voice purred into the microphone as he shut his eyes. Frank stepped away from him. Gerard leaned back, thinking he was still near him. When he felt nothing, he ripped the mic from the stand and whirled around.
He grabbed Frank’s hair, taking a giant wad into his hand and squeezing hard. Frank’s eyes rolled back as Gerard brought his face close to his and screamed into his mouth. All eyes in the room were on them, but the two men were so caught up that they didn’t even notice. Gerard slammed their bodies together, causing Frank to miss several cords and basically lose his place in the song all together. The rest of them continued to play, watching what was going on in front of them. They had never witnessed such an encounter. Gerard backed away a bit and Frank started to play again. He let go of Frank’s hair and squatted all the way down in front of him. He heaved as he sang; his dick hard as a rock in his pants. Gerard slid his hand up the inside of Frank’s leg. Frank didn’t move; he would let Gerard do whatever he wanted. Gerard got closer to his crotch.
“DADDY!” Anna yelled as she stopped playing, her mouth hanging open.
It was as if someone had ripped the needle from a vinyl; everyone stopped. Gerard’s eyes flew open, as did Frank’s. Frank’s face was a thousand shades of red. Gerard stood up quickly.
“That was fucking awesome,” Seth said, nearly breathless from the display, playing and, well, everything that had just went on.
Gerard returned the mic to its place. He giggled nervously.
“Sorry, guys. Got a bit lost in the moment there,” he said, blushing slightly.
“Okay. I think we are going to leave you guys to it.” Frank felt completely retarded.
He couldn’t believe they had lost control like that in front of their own kids. He was mortified. No one replied. Even James had nothing to say. He just sat, staring at them. Frank put down his guitar. He and Gerard walked out of the garage. They made their way to the house. He grabbed Gerard’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“That felt fucking awesome, didn’t it?” Frank asked.
Gerard grabbed him by his shirt’s collar and threw him against the side of the house. He slammed his mouth into Frank’s. He forced his tongue into the shorter man’s mouth without much effort, grinding into him as hard as he could. Gerard’s hands were everywhere. He wanted Frank so bad, but they couldn’t… There were people in the house, the garage, everywhere.
Frank pushed him away as he panted, “Wait, we can’t. The kids might see and they have been scarred enough for two days, I think.”
Gerard backed away, still pressing their bodies together.
“They just got their first taste of “Frerard,” is all. They will get used to it in time,” Gerard laughed, his smile brimming with evil.
Frank hadn’t seen him like this in years. He was back!
Chapter 5
She furiously strummed the strings in rhythmic succession. The excitement Anna felt when playing was incomparable. James came in, banging out the beat in perfect time. Seth thumped his bass with his eyes closed, trying hard to remember the simple note progression. Michael watched with his mouth hanging open. They were down a guitar, so sure, parts were missing, but they managed.
Suddenly, James stopped playing as he yelled, “No, no, no!”
They all stopped and stared at him.
“Why aren’t you singing?” James asked, looking at Anna.
She rolled her eyes. She toed the cord that hung down from her guitar.
“Because I don’t want to. I only do that when we're goofing. I can't really sing,” Anna said, slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah, but what? We're just gonna play the same riffs over and over? That’s gonna be gay,” James said as he crossed the drums sticks under his armpits and pouted.
“Don't make me punch you,” Anna seethed between clenched teeth.
“It doesn't matter if you can't sing. I don't care. If you aren't singing on my account, then well… just pretend like I'm not here,” Michael offered.
Anna bounced her leg against the back of the guitar, chewing on the tip of her pick.
“Or if I make you nervous, just pretend I'm naked,” Michael told her as he slapped his leg and laughed.
That statement didn’t help the matter in the slightest. Seth eyed Michael oddly and looked at Anna, watching the color rise in her cheeks.
“Babe, it's okay. Just belt it out like you always do,” Seth tried to assure her.
They started over. The time came for her to open her mouth and sing. She played the final bit of the intro and squeezed her eyes shut.
“Well, if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say…”
She screeched the lyrics causing James, Seth and Michael to all wince in pain. They straightened their faces quickly before she could see. It was normally bad, but not this bad.
Anna flubbed the next line by clearing her throat instead of singing. They continued to play. She tried again.
“For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took…”
She squeaked and sputtered the lyrics yet again, producing a snarled lip from James. They continued to play with no words coming from Anna. Michael got up from his seat and walked towards the girl. Everyone watched, especially Seth. Michael took the microphone stand and slid it away from her. No one stopped playing. They all stared like robots watching Michael’s movements. He twisted the mic around to face him. He stood there for a moment, listening to the music. All eyes were on him as he faced them with his mouth near the mic.
He opened his mouth and the words began to roll out like bubbling water that had been waiting to escape the constraints of the rocks, and boy, did it flow.
“What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems?
I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means…”
The other three played like zombies. They stared in awe at the voice that billowed from the boy’s lungs. It was as if he had summoned Gerard’s voice from the man’s own chest.
“To be a joke and look, another line without a hook,
I held you close as we both shook for the last time, take a good hard look…”
All three instruments silenced in unison, leaving Michael howling the last bit of words with his eyes closed. He stopped, opening his eyes and looking at the others. They all blinked at him wide-eyed.
“Fucking Hell, dude!” James said, with the biggest grin he could muster.
“Okay, this is crazy! You look like my fucking daddy, you sing like my daddy… Are you, in fact, my brother instead of my cousin? Did the people at the hospital mix you and nut over there up?” Anna asked with her hands on her hips.
“Sweet! You sound almost as good as the real dude!” Seth cheered loudly, punching Michael in the arm.
Michael laughed. “That’s nice of you to say, but I’m no singer. And no, Anna, I am not your brother.”
“Like, do you know any other songs of theirs?” James was hopping up and down with pure excitement over the matter.
He banged out the beginning of some random song.
“We have to play this again. All the way through this time, with you singing,” James spit all over the drums in excitement.
“Oh, no, no. This is all you guys. I was just helping Anna out. She seemed to be having a hard time,” Michael said, patting her on the shoulder.
“Like fucking Hell I’m ever gonna sing again. You are the official singer now, not me,” Anna instructed.
“Oh, no.” Michael shook his head as he took his seat again.
“Dude, you can't just totally nail a song that none of us can remotely sing and then say you won’t sing with us,” Seth shot, with a pissed tone.
“Okay, fine, but I don’t normally sing. I just like the old stuff. I really liked that CD,” Michael informed them.
“That’s all well and good. Now get up here and sing before I put your nuts in a vice grip,” Anna said, raising an eyebrow.
Michael looked at her funny, deciding she probably wasn’t kidding, and stood back up. He took his place behind the microphone once again. It was still turned facing them. James bounced up and down on his padded stool.
“Go, Anna. He’s ready,” James chirped.
Anna started, unable to hide her excitement as she smiled widely. The notes were played as they had been several times before. She came to the end of the intro and closed her eyes. Anna kept playing as she listened to Michael belt out the words, never once missing a note. She had no idea he could carry a tune in a bucket, much less be a vocal genius.
He has to have taken voice before, she thought, listening to the grit that he spit out with some of the words.
It was so raw and … and real. Anna couldn’t believe he wasn’t into music with a voice like that. She so wished they had that second guitar. It would be perfect if it weren’t for that. The song ended and James screamed like a girl, scaring her half to death.
“James, what the fuck?” She spat loudly.
“Nothing. I am just fucking stoked that he can sing and that he will sing with us!” He yelled, his voice breaking slightly.
“What other songs can you guys play from the 'Revenge' album?” Michael twisted the mic around playfully.
“Ummm, we can do '
“Calm the fuck down. We have all afternoon,” Seth said, growing weary of James’ hyperactivity.
“Oh, go to Hell. I'm just excited.” James threw a slightly girlish hand into the air as he rolled his eyes.
Seth rolled his in return. Seth was, if she had one, Anna’s boyfriend. He was also James’ friend. James had come to know him in band. Seth played the drums, as well. He was one of the quad players during marching season and hit the bells during concert season. The boy was not bad to look at either. Seth was a man of many talents. He was a mean bass player and was pretty good with a guitar, too. His naturally black hair was so dark it had a blue hue to it in the light. It was long in the front and short up the back. The fringe hung in his eyes. Eyes that were so light blue they were almost clear as glass. It should have been illegal to have the kind of perfect skin he had; very smooth, very pale. Most teenage boys his age were covered from head to toe in pimples, but not Seth. He was almost flawless, down to pearly white, straight teeth between his plump, pink lips.
Only one tiny problem with old Seth, he was jealous. Yes, it didn’t matter if the person was his girlfriend or friend. He had to be their number one and no one else. He required their undivided attention.
They played through “
“Okay, we saved the one you really know for last. I’m ready to rock this fucker!” James screeched, bashing his toms and cymbal with his sticks.
Anna began to pluck the notes and repeated them. She watched as Michael listened to them over and over. It was a much longer intro than normal.
Anna raised her voice over the guitar she was playing. “I will nod you in.”
She realized he wasn’t sure where to come in. He watched her intently. Anna gave him the nod.
“In the middle of a gun fight…”
His voice quivered, sending shivers up Anna’s spine.
“In the center of a restaurant,
They say, come with your arms raised high!”
He continued to sing like he had been singing the song all his life. And, well, he probably had.
Outside, Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Alicia and Jeremy all piled out of their vehicle, having looked at 4 different houses.
“Do you hear something?” Frank asked Gerard, trying to figure out what he was hearing.
“Sounds like drums,” Mikey said, looking around.
Gerard pointed towards the end of the house. “It’s coming from the garage.”
Frank’s eyes flew wide open.
“They are fucking playing!” He shouted, jumping up and down just like James did.
“Frank! Jeremy is right here. Don’t talk like that in front of him,” Gerard scolded as he frowned.
Frank completely ignored him. He took off running, leaving the rest of them standing by the car. He ran as fast as his short self would carry him. His sneakers squeaked on the cobblestone as he slid to a stop by the garage’s side door. It was the kids. He peeked inside, and then quickly ducked back out of sight. He didn’t want them to stop. Frank couldn’t believe his ears. Not only were his kids playing one of their songs, but Mikey’s kid was singing, and he was damn good, too.
Frank hauled off, running again.
“Oh, my God, you guys!” He yelled, coming close to the others again.
“Come, come! You are never going to believe this!” He exclaimed, hopping like a rabbit in heat.
Frank struck a trot, as did Mikey. They came to the door again.
“Okay, from what I could tell… Michael is singing, James is on the drums, seems Anna is switching between guitar parts, and Seth is on bass,” Frank explained near Mikey’s ear.
“I knew Michael could sing okay, but I never realized how much he sounded like Gerard!” Mikey said, stretching his eyes wide.
“Dang, they aren’t half bad,” Gerard said, listening closely as Michael yelled his "No" parts.
“This is fucking amazing. I am so damn excited!” Frank said, rubbing his hands together, giggling.
