"To Katmandu,

All my love, and take care of Olivia while I'm on the road.
I'll be back soon…

XoXo Gee"

I placed the note on her bed side table, before quickly scooting out our bedroom. I closed the brown bedroom door quietly behind me.
"You're going now?" chirped a weak voice from behind me. I whizzed round to face the tanned skinned child, her brown eyes; so much like my own, stared up at me sadly.
"Yeah Olly… Sorry sweet heart…" I gave her a weak smile.
"Daddy-"
"No Olly…" I sighed, bending down to her and scooping her up into a hug. "Not daddy…"
"Daddy" She protested, pushing out her bottom lip before burying her head in my neck. I held her close, her tiny arm wrapped round my neck as I felt some wet trickle down my shoulder…
"Come on sugar, don't cry."
"I don't want you to!" she wailed
I shushed her, "mummy's asleep. Let's not wake her okay?"
She became silent and I felt her head nod. I carried her to her bed room, pushing the red door fully open before sitting down on Olivia's bed still holding her.
"Time my bed now, okay?" I whispered in her little ear.
She nodded again and let her arms become limp, allowing me to pull her gently away and lay her down back in her bed. I pulled the red cherry-patterned covers over her and tucked in.
"Daddy-"
"Gerard" I insisted once again.
She bit her lip and hummed "Gerard… Come back okay?"
"Of course I will!" I laughed slightly.
"You don't always… Dee other day you said'd you would come b-back at night time but you didn't- you came back two days later in a morning!" she argued back.
"I know, I know. But I will back. I always do come back eventually, don't I?"
"Yes…Tomorrow?" Olivia said hopefully.
"No… Not tomorrow. In a few weeks-"
"Weeks?" she cried in horror, her eyes widening.
"Yes, weeks. Me and my mates are going to change the world" I smiled.
"Really?" She looked at me in wonder.
"Yes, really. We're going to save lives with music!" I giggled.
Olivia cocked her head to one side.
"Gerard, will you sing me a song before you go?"
I looked down at her sweet little face, her auburn hair a curly mess round her hair.
"Alright, what do you want me to sing?"
"Misfits!" she cheered happily.
"Deal. What song?" I asked, pushing her gently back down into her bed, and re-covering her in her duvet.
"Darling!"
"Die my darling?"
"Yeah!"
She grabbed my pale hand with her own two, and pulled it down next to her neck and snuggled to it. Her eyes close as I began to since.
"Die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth

I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in hell!-"

Her breathing became steady and smile began to fade as sleep took over her.
"Don't cry to me oh baby!
Your future's in an oblong box, yeah
Don't cry to me oh baby
Should have seen it a-comin' on…"

I stopped as soon as I was sure she was asleep. I slowly unravelled my hand from her own, causing her to frown slightly in her sleep, and backed out the room, keep an eye on her in case she awoke.

I really was going to try and save lives with music.
A year ago, I was working at Cartoon Network as an upcoming artist. One day, on the train to my office, I say the twin towers fall… Just to see it was a horror, big enough for me to rethink my whole way of life.

I didn't like what my life was at the time. My job wasn't as creative as you would have thought, and everything thing I created was twisted out of shape by others, ruining my originally genius idea. If only they'd left them alone. They could have been big! Instead my ideas were cancelled because they were too close to other ideas that were in further process then my own- the bitches…
My home life wasn't all that either. Even though I was already in my early 20s, that fact that my parents were divorcing took a toll on me. When I need them at the same time, I could only have one or the other, for they would fight right in front of me- over me. My little brother Mikey took it worse. He was still a teenager at 18 and still lived in the family home. He moved out when things got too much, and shared at flat with our friend Frank. I, unlike Mikey, lived hair the time in my parent's home (that later became just my mother's home) and the other half with my girlfriend Kat and HER daughter Olivia. Notice the underlined HER. The explanation for this is because, as much as the bitch insists Olivia is mine, I know she isn't. You'll find out all about that story later, readers, for now all you need to know is that I decided to change all that. I left my job, and moved out of my-now-mum's-home (only using it as a base when I was kicked out of me and Kat's), ignored my fucked-up parents, treated Olivia as my daughter (though I will never let her call me 'daddy'); asked Kat to marry me; and tried to get over something else- drug and alcohol addiction. While I did all this, I did something I had, deep down, always wanted to do since I was 7- start a band. I grabbed my best friend Matt, a drummer, and wrote a few songs to start with. I then called on my friend Ray and asked if he was in a band currently. He was, actually, and denied at first, before phoning back the next day announcing he'd been kicked out for pissing off the lead singer- how he never specified. I phoned my little brother next, knowing that he played bass. He accepted at once and immediately started talking about band names, something I hadn't thought about yet. I left him with the job of finding a band name, while I began phoning other people to try and get gigs.

So now near I am, a year later. I'm achieved just about everything I aimed out to do. The only thing that hasn't really changed is the drugs and booze, but I'll try and sort that out later. Right now, the only things I really need to worry about is getting my band from baby-band to super-band, and making sure my fiancé and apparent child were okay.

I crept down the stairs, and headed to the kitchen. I picked up my bags from the kitchen table before heading out the back door, locking it behind me. I headed round the side of the house and too the front. The tour bus was already parked there. Mikey was asleep in the back seat; Ray flicking through a magazine in the front; Matt drinking a can of beer from the seat next him, and little Frankie, sitting crossed-legged on the top of the van, smoking a cigarette. They all looked a mess. Mikey had drool dripping from his lips; Ray's afro was greasy, Matt looked, well, like Matt- baggy clothes and grubby skin; and Frank had his right arm bandaged after another accident. No surprise at the sight of any of them was set upon my face.
"Gee Gee!" cheered Frankie with a clown-like grin. "You look, erm, s-sexy!" he licked his lips as his eyes ran over me.
I smirked at him, before opening the door to the middle seats and climbing in, leaving the door open for the 19 year old on the roof.
I through my bags across Mikey and into the boot, a strap lashed his arm causing him to awake abruptly.
"W-what?" He mumbled, wiping the saliva from his lips.
"Come on boys!" I clapped my hands "let's get this show on the road!"
The band whooped while Frank jumped to his feet on top of the van, causing the whole thing to shake.
"Wah-hooo! Yeah, mother fuckers!" he jeered into the night.
"Get in the bloody car Frankie!" order Ray in a fatherly manor.
"Alright, granddad!" laughed Frank.
Frank's tiny body shot down from the van's top and too the concrete, before bouncing onto the seat next to me, shutting the door with a loud slam.
Ray started the van and Matt turned the radio on, allowing some pop crap to crowd the van.
We groaned at the sound of Britney, accept for Frank, who began doing a rather good impression of the pop star.
"Hit me baby one more time!" he sang in a high voice.
"I hit you once, and you just weren't satisfying" I laughed
"Frank, stop that voice I will literally hit you" bossed Matt.
Frank stuck his tongue out at him and pouted.
Matt slotted a disk into the play, replacing the annoying 'oh baby, baby' and replacing it with Green Day.
"And relax" breathed Mikey, snuggling down in the back seat.

We set off, singing along to Green Day, making jokes about Mikey's glasses, Frank's height (sexuality for that matter, bless him), Ray's 'fro, Matt's face and my mouth. All of us trying to stay cheery and lively at the depressing thought of a 14 hour non-stop car journey to our destination…