DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY, NONE OF THE LYRICS OR OTHER STUFF ^^
Yaaaay, my second story, hope you like it ^^ it is kinda different from my other one...
And yes there is a story behind the title... xD
Jenny.
I was standing at the train station waiting for the train that would take me to Belleville, New Jersey, it would be a long trip but then again I would get paid. It was an early Friday morning and there were a lot of people around me who was heading for their work. Like me then I thought with a little sigh. The only problem is that I don't have a regular eight to five work…
The train came into the station and I picked up my two bags and got on it, I walked down the train to find my seat.
123 here we go I thought to myself when I found the seat. I got rid of my two bags and sat down; it wasn't a comfortable seat but what the heck it had been ages since they had given me a job, I needed the money, and that was fast! I looked out over the station as we left it, I put my earphones in and put the music on shuffle, twenty five minutes later I was bored and I picked up the five folders I had in my shoulder bag and I opened the first one…
Gerard Arthur Way:
Born: April 9, 1977
Married to: Lindsey Ann Way
Children: Bandit Lee Way
Brother: Michael "Mikey" James Way
Mr. Way is the lead singer of My Chemical Romance and a comic book artist. Former alcoholic.
That was all it said, well some pictures or the man, and the wife and the kid to but nothing special. I closed it when the conductor came to look at my tickets, she smiled and I returned the smile.
I remembered the day I got the job, it had been a week ago, I had stepped into the office at ten, and I was still hangover because we had been out celebration that one of my friends finally had succeeded with his job; to kill off Miley Cyrus.
"You are going to Mr. Anderson's office this second!" The bitch in the reception said when I got in. I did as I was told as I mumbled that I loved her to...
"God morning, Jenny." Mr. Anderson said when I walked in. "I have got a job for you. Please sit down!" I did as I was told and inside I was cheering, I was bored out of my mind.
"Hello Jenny." A familiar looking man said to me. "I'm Bert McCracken, from the Used… And I have a little job for you, if you succeed you will get one million dollars, and the company will get another million..." He said first to me then he looked back at Mr. Anderson.
"You are the perfect one for the job …." Mr. Anderson said and looked at me.
"What do you want me to do?" I said curiously, I mean you don't get one million dollars if it's not a HUGE thing…
"Are you familiar with the band My Chemical Romance?" Bert turned at me as he talked.
"Yeah… the Black Parade and that stuff… I've herd some of it." I nodded.
"Good, you see I'm here for revenge, not their album, but because of the lead singer…" he stopped before continuing with. "Never tell this to anyone… but we, Gerard, the singer and I had a thing a couple of years ago but he broke my heart… and then his band is more successful then mine… I want them gone. If you follow me." His voice was hard.
"Jenny." Mr. Anderson said. "Do you want this job or not…?"
"Yeah, sounds like fun."
We got up, shock hands and then I left the room so my two bosses would discuss some more. I picked up my phone and send one of my friends a text.
I finally got a job!
And now I'm here in the uncomfortable seats on my way to some festival… but fist I was off to a hotel and change my hair and clothes.
Five boring hours later:
"Next stop, Belleville!"
During the trip I had chosen a story to use, Mr. Andersons people always get me some background stories to choose from, and I had read all the folders and listened to their music, it was kinda cool but a job is a job, there was nothing to do. I took a taxi to the hotel.
"Hi, I'm Jenny Anderson, my father, Johnny Anderson, had booked a room for me." I smiled at the woman in the reception.
"Well hello Jenny, you are welcome, here are your keys." She gave me some stuff and I walked off to find my room.
I picked up my computer, put on some music and I picked out some stuff so I could dye my hair dark purple. I don't know why I choose that color, I just found it cool. One hour later I had awesome hair, ordered a pizza to the room and watched TV.
The next morning I woke up and started to plan the upcoming weeks, the festival wouldn't start before next Wednesday so I had half a week to decide how to get to the band and what to use to kill the band with.