Oh, How Wrong We Were To Think Immortality Meant Never Dying., chapter 1
Sing me that song with that smile on your face, we'll try and see times that are hard to replace.
"Blue?"
"Mmm?"
"We're on."
There wasn't anytime for pre-show rituals--we didn't have them anyway. Our band believed in purely living for the moment. Sure, it meant that a lot of hurt went unsaid and a lot of pain went unheard but that was life.
"Let's do this," Lizzie said.
We walked out from behind the curtain and the hall cheered and whooped spectacularly. I, along with Leigh and Lizzie, smiled.
"Good evening, Scotland," I said quietly into the mic. They cheered louder. This is what we did: we whispered our "hellos" and our "welcomes" and then we always started our set with our loudest song, Dead Before Yesterday. It made the atmosphere better.
"I hope you're ready to have some good old scottish fun," Leigh whispered mysteriously, waggling her eyebrows. I heard Lizzie laugh from behind the drumkit she was at and then there was a silence.
Silence is golden, but sound is real.
"ONE TWO THREE FOUR!"
"Fuck you! All the souls in the dead of night, take away my dignity, laughs don't make it right, fuck you! I feel your pain in every way, but that don't make it easy to be dead before yesterday..."
We continued to play and it was our best show yet. The audience were amazing and they were our feed; it was beyond music: it was pure lust.
There was something I had to do though--I knew I owed him.
"We have one last song, ladies and gentlemen," Leigh said, reading my mind like she often did. She looked at me. I nodded.
"This song is called Dead," I said quietly. "It's by a band called My Chemical Romance, and I-I'd like to dedicate it....to Johnny Ramone,
There was a loud, yet quiet, silence ringing through the hall. I continued.
"He died two years ago today...and this song is for him. From October 8th 1948 to September 15th 2004...We love you Johnny."
The crowd knew. They took out thier lighters and waved in unison as I began to play.
"And if your heart stops beating,
I'll be here wondering,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your,
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, baby,
To get what you deserve,
The ending of your life
Won't wait,
And your heart can't take this hurt,
You heard the news that you're dead,
No one ever had much nice to say,
I think I never liked you anyway,
You're dead!
Free from the hospital bed,
Wouldn't it be grand,
Be exactly what you planned,
And wouldn't it be great if,
We were dead
Oh, dead.
So tired and oh so squeamish,
You never fell in love,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your,
And if you get to heaven,
I'll be here waiting, baby,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life,
Won't wait,
And your heart can't take this hurt,
You heard the news that you're dead,
No one ever had much nice to say,
I think I never liked you anyway,
You're dead!
Free from the hospital bed,
Wouldn't it be grand,
Take a pistol by the hand,
And wouldn't it be great if,
We were
And in my honest observation
To bring this operation
Foun a complication in your heart so long,
Cause now you've gone
Cause now you've got
Maybe just two weeks to live
Cause I - c'mon c'mon-"
"ONE! TWO! ONE TWO THREE FOUR!" Lizzie yelled
"La la la la la,
La la la la la,
La la la la la la!
Well, come on, la la la la la,
La la la la la,
La la la la la la," I sang, swinging my guitar around and playing on top of the amp.
Did you just do, (la la la la la)
That here and now, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke, (la la la la la)
And why are we broke, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke, (la la la la la)
And were'd you go, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke (la la la la la)
Then why am I dead?"
"DEAD!"
We slammed to a finished and cheers and whoops surrounded us.
"Thank you....you were amazing. Good bye and good night." We walked off the stage.
"That was something else," Lizzie said.
"I know....it was...beautiful," I said.
Leigh nodded in agreement, then stopped. She was staring at a spot over my shoulder. Lizzie followed her gaze and then joined in the staring.
"Uh, Blue," Lizzie said.
"What the fuck are you guys staring at?" I said.
I turned around and saw just what the fuck they were staring at.
"Hi, I'm Billie," one said.
"And I'm Gerard," The other added.
"Yeah...Um, I'm Lizzie," Lizzie said. "This is Leigh...and thats Blue."
"Blue? Is that your real name?" Gerard asked. Gerard fucking Way, yes.
"Yes," I lied.
"Oh. Cool."
We all stood there awkwardly for a while, before Leigh spoke.
"No offence, but what the fuck are you guys doing here?" She said.
Billie and Gerard smiled. "We had a show tonight, but it got cancelled, because Bob had to go to hospital....again," Gerard said. "And Billie here felt guilty to go on playing when he knew we wouldn't be so he cancelled it."
"Oh..." We three said.
"Yeah, anyway, we'll get to the point," Billie said. And it was that day that my life changed, for the better.
"Blue?"
"Mmm?"
"We're on."
There wasn't anytime for pre-show rituals--we didn't have them anyway. Our band believed in purely living for the moment. Sure, it meant that a lot of hurt went unsaid and a lot of pain went unheard but that was life.
"Let's do this," Lizzie said.
We walked out from behind the curtain and the hall cheered and whooped spectacularly. I, along with Leigh and Lizzie, smiled.
"Good evening, Scotland," I said quietly into the mic. They cheered louder. This is what we did: we whispered our "hellos" and our "welcomes" and then we always started our set with our loudest song, Dead Before Yesterday. It made the atmosphere better.
"I hope you're ready to have some good old scottish fun," Leigh whispered mysteriously, waggling her eyebrows. I heard Lizzie laugh from behind the drumkit she was at and then there was a silence.
Silence is golden, but sound is real.
"ONE TWO THREE FOUR!"
"Fuck you! All the souls in the dead of night, take away my dignity, laughs don't make it right, fuck you! I feel your pain in every way, but that don't make it easy to be dead before yesterday..."
We continued to play and it was our best show yet. The audience were amazing and they were our feed; it was beyond music: it was pure lust.
There was something I had to do though--I knew I owed him.
"We have one last song, ladies and gentlemen," Leigh said, reading my mind like she often did. She looked at me. I nodded.
"This song is called Dead," I said quietly. "It's by a band called My Chemical Romance, and I-I'd like to dedicate it....to Johnny Ramone,
There was a loud, yet quiet, silence ringing through the hall. I continued.
"He died two years ago today...and this song is for him. From October 8th 1948 to September 15th 2004...We love you Johnny."
The crowd knew. They took out thier lighters and waved in unison as I began to play.
"And if your heart stops beating,
I'll be here wondering,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your,
And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, baby,
To get what you deserve,
The ending of your life
Won't wait,
And your heart can't take this hurt,
You heard the news that you're dead,
No one ever had much nice to say,
I think I never liked you anyway,
You're dead!
Free from the hospital bed,
Wouldn't it be grand,
Be exactly what you planned,
And wouldn't it be great if,
We were dead
Oh, dead.
So tired and oh so squeamish,
You never fell in love,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your,
And if you get to heaven,
I'll be here waiting, baby,
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life,
Won't wait,
And your heart can't take this hurt,
You heard the news that you're dead,
No one ever had much nice to say,
I think I never liked you anyway,
You're dead!
Free from the hospital bed,
Wouldn't it be grand,
Take a pistol by the hand,
And wouldn't it be great if,
We were
And in my honest observation
To bring this operation
Foun a complication in your heart so long,
Cause now you've gone
Cause now you've got
Maybe just two weeks to live
Cause I - c'mon c'mon-"
"ONE! TWO! ONE TWO THREE FOUR!" Lizzie yelled
"La la la la la,
La la la la la,
La la la la la la!
Well, come on, la la la la la,
La la la la la,
La la la la la la," I sang, swinging my guitar around and playing on top of the amp.
Did you just do, (la la la la la)
That here and now, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke, (la la la la la)
And why are we broke, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke, (la la la la la)
And were'd you go, (la la la la la)
It's just a joke (la la la la la)
Then why am I dead?"
"DEAD!"
We slammed to a finished and cheers and whoops surrounded us.
"Thank you....you were amazing. Good bye and good night." We walked off the stage.
"That was something else," Lizzie said.
"I know....it was...beautiful," I said.
Leigh nodded in agreement, then stopped. She was staring at a spot over my shoulder. Lizzie followed her gaze and then joined in the staring.
"Uh, Blue," Lizzie said.
"What the fuck are you guys staring at?" I said.
I turned around and saw just what the fuck they were staring at.
"Hi, I'm Billie," one said.
"And I'm Gerard," The other added.
"Yeah...Um, I'm Lizzie," Lizzie said. "This is Leigh...and thats Blue."
"Blue? Is that your real name?" Gerard asked. Gerard fucking Way, yes.
"Yes," I lied.
"Oh. Cool."
We all stood there awkwardly for a while, before Leigh spoke.
"No offence, but what the fuck are you guys doing here?" She said.
Billie and Gerard smiled. "We had a show tonight, but it got cancelled, because Bob had to go to hospital....again," Gerard said. "And Billie here felt guilty to go on playing when he knew we wouldn't be so he cancelled it."
"Oh..." We three said.
"Yeah, anyway, we'll get to the point," Billie said. And it was that day that my life changed, for the better.
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