Author's note: Greetings all! Chapter 5 is finally here! Sorry for the delay...

A big thanks to XxMyHedleyRomancexX, JennyKitty198 & Controversial Mayhem for their awesome comments! Once again, I really appreciate it.

Just a little warning, this chapter contains mild Frerard, so beware! ;)

Please enjoy and review! Thanks!

"Amplifiers?"

"Check."

"Guitar picks?"

"Check."

"Beer?"

"Check."

"Mikey's asthma inhailer?"

"Check!" Mikey coughed, looking like he was about to puke.

"Alright, guys, looks like we're ready to rock the house!" Ray said cheerfully.

Fuck. I sure wasn't ready.

"Two minutes 'till you're on, guys. Here's your replacing drummer. He knows the whole setlist. Good luck!" said the organizer of our gig, handing us over this young, but nerdy-looking guy.

"Hiya!" he said.

Oh my God. I feel doomed. We meet our replacing drummer minutes before the show and he's looking like this? I turned around lazily, crouching down with my head hanging low, staring at the floor of the backstage. I can't believe I'm doing this… I can't believe we're doing this. Though I was so used to having this pressure before going on stage, I felt so new to it.

Frank crouched down beside me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"Hey buddy, you alright?"

"I feel sick."

"Listen, we can just play this gig, see how it is, and go back home if you're really feeling bad."

"I'm not a chicken."

"Thirty seconds!" said the organizer.

"Ready, Gee?" Frank asked, trying to catch my gaze.

I just nodded.

He pulled me up and patted my back. His hands then slid down along my spine until it reached my ass. He gave it a squeeze.

I jumped, as if I got electrified. "Woah! Frankie?"

He beamed at me. "Just a little extra push to boost up your confidence."

Alrighty then.

"Alright you young, crazy teenagers! Please put your hands together for My Chemical Romance!" announced the host.

We all gave a thumbs up to each other. Then we awkwardly ran onto the stage, staring at the 200 faces of the new teenagers of today. They looked oh so very dull, but scary.

The claps stopped, then a pause. I cleared my throat. I looked at the others on stage with me. Frank gave me a wink.

"Hello, New Jersey!" I said into the mic.

Cricket, cricket, cricket.

"We are the one and only My Chemical Romance Reunited!"

Yeah, I decided to add the word 'reunited' to our name on the spot.

"How you doin'?"

Cricket.

Really? Were we that forgotten?

"Okay… so our first song is actually our first song ever written. It is called Skylines and Turnstiles. Hit it!"

The guitars started, followed by drums, bass, and finally vocals.

Hey… this wasn't half as bad… EXCEPT WE WERE NOT TIGHT AT ALL!

We progressed into our next song Helena, then Teenagers, and finally Bulletproof Heart.

"And we could run away, run away, run away, run away from here… Away from here… away from here… away from here." I finished singing. Phew.

"Thank you, New Jersey! Hope you liked it. Please enjoy the rest of the bands… please."

We got off stage rather disappointed.

"Well?" asked Frank.

"Well." answered Ray.

"Did you see those little dipshits? Talk about disrespect!" Mikey argued.

'Hiya, guys!" said our replacing drummer. "Great show! We nailed it! Well, see ya at our next gig in Philly! Biya!" he hopped off full of energy. Total opposite from how we were feeling right now.

"Um… okay… is it me, or does that guy have to get his ears checked?" Ray said.

The next band began to play, but this time the whole crowd was on their feet doing the robot dance to the band's very fake, very electronic music.

I sighed. "Guys, let's talk about this in the van." I said, guiding the three outside.

We loaded all our instruments in the van and slammed the doors shut, feeling very squeezed inside. We fidgeted, trying to find our comfortable spot.

"I don't remember ever feeling this tight before…" Ray began.

"That's 'cause we used to have an actual tour bus, Ray!" Frank snapped.

"Last time we used a van was when we just started as a band. It's like we're starting all over again." Mikey pointed out.

"Guys, enough complaining. We all agreed to do this tour so… we're gonna do it! It's just two weeks, we'll handle it." I lied.

Ray began driving to our next destination. Mikey sat on the passenger seat, giving him the directions, and me and Frank sat on the back seat, along with our instruments.

"Gee, did you see those kids?" Miked told me. "They hated us! Our music is dead now. Unfortunately, the new generation listen to crap music. The kids that grew up listening to our music are probably all grown up now, busy become doctors, lawyers, mothers or fathers!"

"Hey, Michael, you were the one who brought up the idea about reforming our band!" I cried.

"Well you approved of it!" he shouted.

"Nothing gold can stay…" Frank piped.

We all turned to look at him strangely.

"Well," Ray cut in, "we should think of something that we used to do in our old concerts to make us look young again… so kids can appreciate us more." Ray suggested.

"Like what…" I wondered.

"Like Frerard!" Frank exclaimed.

Man oh man did his brain work fast!

I wasn't so sure how I felt about bringing back Frerard, but my senses began to tingle.

I turned my head slowly towards Frank, who was already staring at me with a horny smile.

Ray and Mikey burst out laughing.

Jesus, this little hormone-raged monster I created had a mind of its own! After all, I'm the one who started Frerard by kissing Frank first one stage.

"You know what, Frankie?" I said, "I accept."

Frank just tilted his head backwards, shut his eyes tight and let out a sharp laugh.

Back in the day, our crowd used to love and go absolutely crazy for a Frerard moment to happen on stage or in a music video. I guess a sexy thing like that was something every sex-crazed generation would like to see. This will be fun... Philly? Be prepared.

"I won't go down by myself, but I'll go down with my frieeeeiiiends... C'mon!"

"Noooow, now, now, noooow..." Ray filled in.

This is it! It's our moment to redeem ourselves as well as our music so the kids of today appreciate My Chemical Romance more!

By this time, Frank ran to me, jumped on me, wrapped his legs around my waist, and kissed me on the lips, very aggressively.

"Ow, Frank!" I moaned as his lip ring scraped my chin.

Our kiss lasted for a good... seven seconds I'd say, but was unfortunately interrupted by some shitty kid in the crowd. That shitty kid decided that it was going to be funny to throw beer bottles at us, which gave a domino effect, making the entire crowd start throwing beer bottles at us.

My band mates stared helplessly at each other.

"BOO YOU SUCK!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

"THAT'S NOT EVEN REAL MUSIC, YOU FAGS!"

Oh no he did not!

I yanked the microphone fiercely, throwing the stand to the crowd. Then I yelled into the mic, "YOU KNOW, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS KNOW NOTHING AT—" and then I felt a blow to my head, followed by a shattering sound and immense pain.

And then I fell to the floor, unconscious.