I drove for another hour, before Mikey took over. Frank did offer to drive, but I think you, reader, will fully understand why we politely refused his offer.

I took Mikey's place in the back seat on my own, and relaxed happily in the pace I had there. Frank, who had been by my side throughout the whole journey, remained in the front with Mikey, declaring he had finally made himself comfortable and 'fuck us all, (he's) not moving'. I didn't have a problem with that, not saying I didn't want Frank's company, I just enjoyed the space. I fell asleep peacefully in the back, and entered a beautiful dream.

I have to say, I don't have a clue why I had red hair in my dream, but I'm not complaining. I was on stage, with the whole band. Thousands, maybe millions were watching us and cheering our names. Matt was at his drum kit, standing on his seat, arms in the air and cheering himself. Ray was a few feet behind me on my left, cool and calm; just waving. Mikey was near Matts drum kit, bass in hand, a Mona Lisa smile and just looking round at the crowd. Frank was holding his guitar, Bela, and leaning on my right shoulder. I looked down to my left and saw that I was holding a little girl with very dark brown hair, almost black, and big brown eyes. Her hair was in pigtails, tied with bows; she wore a blue dress with a white skull pattern, and a pair of shiny red shoes with bows on them. She smiled at me and waved a tiny hand.

"Happy!" she cried with a toothy grin, her eyes sparkling at me.

I smiled at her looked out into the crowd.

"We're all happy, Suse" laughed Frank, as he stopped leaning on my arm and waved at the crowd.

I smiled at the crowd.

"Everyone, I want you guys to meet MCR youngest member-" I began, taking the little girl of my hip and holding round the waist with two hands "Susan!" I raised her above my head and-

"Gerard, we're here!"

Mikey shook my violently.

"Huh, what?" I asked sleepily.

"We is at the des-ti-nay-shon!" Said Frank, my syllable at a time, doing a chicken movement with his head.

"We are?" I asked in alarm. Had I really slept that long?
I sat up from lying down and looked out the van's back window. Outside, I saw a large black tour bus, and ten people running round busily.

"Er, who we opening for?" I asked as my mind fell blank.

"Avenged Sevenfold" Matt said, lighting a cigarette in the front seat.

"Awesome" I sighed, running my fingers through my already greasy black hair.

"Doesn't take you long to look a mess!" Laughed Frank

"Thanks dude" I replied flatly

"Hey, Honesty is the key, so no need to thank" He smiled, opening a can of lager

"I was being sarcastic" I told him rudely.

"I wasn't…"

"Alright, you two" Ray said in a fatherly tone, turning to us.

"Fuck You, Toro! I'm older then you!" I argued back.

"Yet you're not as mature" he stated.

I stuck my tongue out at him and gave him two middle fingers, while Frank and Mikey sniggered at me.

Matt sighed tiredly.

"Right, here's how he works-"Matt began, turning round from the front seat.

It was that moment when I realised him and Frank had swapped seats while I was asleep…

"I'm the dad, Ray's the mom-"

"Oi!"

"Mikey is the teenaged daughter-"

"Fuck you, Matteo!"

"Gerard's the 4 year old, and Frank's the baby."

"Goo goo, ga ga, daddy smells of whiskey" Frank said in a cheap imitation of a baby.

"Yesh, Fwankie." I said joining it "daddy is stupid. He should give us whiskey too!"

Frank gasped "Yes Geegee, daddy must give us dwinky or we'll call child line and accuse him of lake of attention!"

Mikey sniggered at us

"Oh mummy!" Mikey said to Ray "me and Ryan are going on a date and I need a new dress!"

We all burst out laughing accept for Ray who just blinked at Mikey.

"I want a knew teddy bear!" cried Frank in a high voice.

"I want spider man pyjamas!" I cried.

"Don't you actually have a pair, Gee?" giggled Mikey.

"Yeah, but they have a rip in the crotch. I'm being serious I really do want new ones!" I said seriously, causing the house van to burst in to laughter once again.

The chorus of giggles were interrupted by a serious looking lady tapping on Ray's window. He rolled down the window and said-

"Yes?"

"Are you the opening group?" she asked with a think, upper class voice.

"Yes we are!" announced Matt.

"Ah good, well, if you'd like to bring you equipment round through that back door-" she pointed towards a brown door that had a man smoke a cigarette standing right next to it "and we'll set you up. You should be on stage in 2 to 2 and half hour time, okay? Good" and set off, not waiting for an answer.

There was a pause in the van.

"She reminds me of my nan" piped up Frank with a poker face, causing the van to be filled with laughter once again…