Frank's POV

I strummed the last chord of Helena and looked up at Gerard, leaning into the mic with his eyes pressed shut. It amazing how he puts everything he's got into each performance, we all do.

"So long and good night, so long and goodnight," Gerard sang his eyes opened and he looked up at the crowd, thanking them for being fucking amazing.

Me, Mikey and Ray all said our goodbyes to the fans and headed off stage to be met by the crew who gave us all high fives and words of appreciation for another amazing performance.

I jogged off the back stage, heading towards the bus. I was still on my performance high and really hyped up when I noticed Gerard falling a few steps in behind my self. He was holding a water bottle in his hands and was looking down at his feet as he walked, his face held in unreadable expression, frustration? confusion? or just deep in thought, I wondered what was puzzling him.

"Hey Gee!," I said slowing my pace to match his. His head came up slowly as I stole him from his train of thought.

"We played an awesome show today," he half smiled at me and looked back down at his feet as we walked.

"You seem to got something heavy on your mind, what's up? Did something go wrong in the set?" I said hoping to find the cause of his lack of enthusiasm.

"No,the show was great! I just.. Wasn't feeling it ya know?" In all truth, I didn't know. I thought the show was great. I never injured my self or anyone else, Mikey was amazing as usual, Toro shredded every solo and I didn't hear Gerard miss a single note, hell, even the last minute drummer that we hired did alright. But I nodded my head in response anyways.

After stopping to meet with some fans and sign a few autographs we arrived back at the bus.

Everyone was wiped from playing three nights in a row so we all quickly checked arrangements with our families for times and drives so we could all go home the next day, before going to sleep.

The next day when everyone awoke the mood on the bus was overall pretty good. We were on the way home, and though we were all somewhat sad to see this tour coming to an end we way more happy that we were all going to see our families again.

Ray Mikey and Gerard sat at the bench in the little kitchen discussing the tour and what they were going to do when they got home. I started brewing coffee for everyone, I figured we could all use it.

"I think the first thing I'm gonna do when I get home is take a nice hot shower," Mikey said as he took the coffee I handed him.

"Me too," ray agreed taking his."I don't know what I'm going to do with myself when I get back,"

"You could always make more music!" I suggested because when in doubt, make music. Ray laughed.

"Maybe ill try that someday when I'm really bored," he chuckled.

I sat down next to Gerard on the bench and set his coffee in front of him which he immediately snatched up and began sipping. He still wore that same puzzled expression as yesterday, as if he couldn't solve a problem or had something he really wanted to say, ether way there was something on the singer's mind.

"Hey Ray," I was surprised to hear Gerard's voice interrupt my thoughts on why Gerard wasn't speaking.

"Yeah," Ray acknowledged.

"You remember when I first called you up and suggested that we start this band and you were all for it, did you ever think in your wildest dreams that it would become this successful?"

"Yeah, I guess I thought it was possible but at that age I thought anything was possible, why?"

"Just curious," I exchanged questioning glances with Mikey and Ray which Gerard payed no attention to because he again looked lost in thought. I inwardly shrugged and we went back into conversation. But I still thought to myself silently, what was weighing on Gerard's mind that prompted him to ask that?

That's all I have for now, more to come

~KJ