I'm at my first MCR concert. I seriously feel like the luckiest bitch in the world. The only bad thing about it is that I just got separated from my friend, who drove me here. So basically I'm screwed if I don't find her by the end of the night. Whatever. I'll probably just call her after the show and we'll meet at her car or something. I'm trying to get as close to the stage as possible. I've succeeded so far; I'm right up next to it. I'm close enough to smell the guys... That sounds weird. They just finished Demolition Lovers. Gerard's about to say something. The crowd goes silent. "Okay, raise your hand if you're a girl whose name is two syllables long and ends with a y!" he yells. My hand shoots up. My name's Amy, by the way. He looks down at the audience. For a second I swear he's looking at me. Then I realize he is. "I saw your hand first. What's your name?"
"Amy," I reply.
"Hmm..." he says, "Okay, you know all the words to Bulletproof Heart?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Awesome! Come here," he says, bending down and reaching his hand toward me. I slip through some small clusters of people to reach him. I take his hand in both of mine. He pulls me up onto the stage.
"Oh shit, you're strong!" I say softly.
He laughs a little and whispers in my ear, "You're gonna sing with me. But don't sing the Jenny line."
"Okay," I reply.
"And if you get nervous, pretend it's just you and me. Or if I make you nervous, pretend you're by yourself," he says. I smile.
"You don't make me nervous," I say. I'm not sure wether it's a lie or not.
"Great! Then let's go!" he says, motioning to the guys. They begin to play Bulletproof Heart. Gerard holds the mic between us. Our voices harmonize well. As instructed, I don's sing the Jenny line. He puts in my name instead of 'Jenny". I smile and almost forget to keep singing, but then I snap out of it and we sing the rest of the song.
The song ends and the audience lets out a deafening cheer. I smile the biggest smile of my whole life. Gerard puts his arm around me and says a final line to close the concert. The guys walk off the stage and Gerard leads me along with him. He congratulates me on doing so well. "Ha! I should be saying that to you!" I reply. We talk for a while and then I remember my friend, probably about to give up looking for me and just leave.
I tell him I have to go, but he says, "Wait! Gimme your phone." I take it out of my pocket and hand it to him. He types something into it and then hands it back to me. I look down at the screen. My phonebook is open, and I realize something's different. There's a new contact saved into it. "Text me sometime."
I smile and say, "I will." And that's the story of how Gerard Way and I became texting buddies. :)