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FANFIC: CHAPTER 7

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Chapter 7

It was late that night when we arrived in my hometown of Seattle, Washington. I had been gone for four whole years, yet nothing had seemed to have changed in my absence. The industrial city still looked the same as I remembered; tall brick buildings, steep, busy streets full of people bustling about their daily routines, and my favorite part: STARBUCKS. Seattle was the city where the famous coffee franchise had originated from, and will always be my favorite place to get coffee. The band agreed with me about this without protest. We were watching them rush past us as we drove down the street.

"DUDE, look at all the Starbucks here!" Ray yelled, looking out the window on his knees on the couch, like a little kid.

"We just passed like five on the same street," Mikey said in agreement. Gerard laughed.

"Well, guys, we know where we're goin out to tonight, then, yeah?" he said, smiling.

"Fuck yeah!" Ray agreed. We waited until we arrived the venue, the Showbox Sodo in downtown Seattle, and waited until the bus stopped in the parking lot outside of the small building.

"Hmm…small venue…" Frank said, shaking his head. "How are we gonna do this?" he added at the bus door opened. We filed out and went to the undercarriage of the bus to unload all of the equipment that we had with us. Mikey grabbed his bass and amp, as did Frank and Ray with their guitars. Gerard grabbed a couple random boxes of stuff, and I took whatever was left that they didn't pick up.

"Well, have fun, Helena!" Gerard said as he slammed down the undercarriage door of the bus. "We're gonna go walk around town, sightsee, maybe some coffee," he added, dusting off his shoulders. Frank nodded, and the four of them started walking down the parking lot towards the Starbucks I saw in the distance.

"Yeah, great! Thanks for the help you guys! You're all so awesome!" I yelled after them, and Gerard just waved his hand in the air in response. I watched them walk down the street until they were out of eyesight, and waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. They had had a tire explode on them earlier that day, so they were still pretty far behind. So I sat on the curb, waiting for them to get here, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Breathing out the first puff, I looked at the building in front of me; this venue had been where my life had completely changed that one fateful night. And honestly, I was happy to be home. I took out my phone and scrolled down until I came across my mom's number and pressed send. While I waited for it to start ringing, I took another smoke and let it out. It rang, and rang, and rang….then went to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. Same thing happened. I tried a third time, this time leaving a message.

"Hey, mom…" I said. "It's me….yeah, I just wanted to tell you that the band---well, me and the band, well, we're in town right now and, well…I miss you. Yeah…anyways, if you want to call me back, you can. Or not, I understand…I love you." I hung up and sighed. I didn't know if she hadn't answered on purpose, or that she really was busy right now. I turned my gaze to the road on my right, and saw the rest of the crew finally pulling up next to the tour bus in their shitty ass wagon of a van. Of course, the asshole that punched me in the face was the first to get out, and walked over in my direction. The others began unloading the equipment from the back of the van.

"What took you so long?" I said, standing up and wiping the dirt of my pants, throwing my cigarette on the ground and stomping it out. He just sneered at me, not blinking.

"Let's just get this over with, alright? I don't feel like dealing with you today." He said, not looking at me and grabbing equipment.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked him. He didn't respond; he just took some equipment and walked into the building. The rest of his crew did the same, and I grabbed EVERYTHING FROM THE BUS that had been unloaded (1 bass, 2 guitars, 3 amps, 4 boxes of cables, and other random shit) and followed them into the building, struggling not to drop anything and break it. Finally, I walked into the building, panting and gasping for air. Inside, we were greeted by the owners of the place, and were directed to the main stage to go set up. This was always the worst part of the job, getting everything set up for the show. There were so many cables to connect, lights to fix and put up, amps to get set up, and a drumkit to put together, it took longer than the show did itself. In total, it probably took about half a day to get completely set up. And it was a PAIN. Especially when you worked with the assholes I did. They wouldn't leave me alone. Just because I was a young woman in a man's profession, they thought it alright to degrade me based on the fact I was not of the male sex. Stuff like that just pissed me off, and I wouldn't take that shit from anyone, no matter hard they tried. I had no friends here; my only friends were the four that were a mile down the street, having a good time drinking massive amounts of coffee in Seattle's best coffee house. Everyone worked in silence to get everything set up; the only sounds were the scrapings of metal against the stage and people climbing up and down ladders, trying to get the aerial multi-colored lights up and running. I had just finished working on Ray's mike stand and was working on Gerard's when Mr. Asshole walked up to me.

"You're doing that all wrong." Is all he said. I sighed in annoyance.

"What?" I said, adusting the mic to be at about Gerard's height. I walked past Mr. Asshole to adjust Frank's mike stand.

"That stand's gonna fall over the second the concert starts." He replied, following me. I ignored him, adjusting Frank's mic to be perfect, which was easy since we are the same height. I continued working, checking to make sure they were all working properly, tapping on each mic to make sure they were connected properly. Everything sounded good to me, but Asshole thought differently.

"It's going to fall over," he repeated.

"Okay." I responded.

"And that mic right there is almost dead, thought you should know. It sounds flat." That did it for me. I turned around angrily, putting my hands on my hips.

"You know what?" I said angrily. "Do YOUR fucking job over there with those fucking cables that YOU are fucking supposed to be connecting, and don't FUCKING TELL ME HOW TO DO MY FUCKING JOB, okay? Thanks." He wrinkled his nose at me, but said nothing. He just scoffed and turned around, walking over to the cables and began unwinding them. I smirked, proud of myself. Some people just can't take what they dish out I guess. I continued on with the mics until they were calibrated perfectly, and walked backstage to find the people I had missed so very much in the few hours they were gone.

"Hey," I said as I walked over to them all lounging on the couch. I slumped down on the couch next to Frank, letting out a sigh of frustration.

"Rough night?" Frank asked.

"Fuck yes it is." I replied. I was so glad to be where I was right now. He leaned forward and grabbed something from the table and offered it to me. It was a white chocolate mocha with soy, my favorite coffee. These guys KNEW ME.

"Aw, guys! Thanks!" I said, forgetting what just happened not ten minutes ago and happily accepting the coffee and taking a sip. PERFECTION.

"No problem, we got so much free coffee just now and we figured you wanted some too," Mikey said, sipping his own coffee. I smiled.

"Free coffee? Really? How?" I said. Gerard laughed. He knew I already knew the answer, but he explained anyways.

"Yeah, I just walked in and took off my sunglasses and the guy was like 'OH SHIT! IT'S GERARD WAY AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!" he waved his arms in the air as he said this, coffee in one hand, laughing. He continued his story, flicking his hair away from his face.

"This guy was so funny. He was like, freaking out, because we had just walked in. I was like 'Hey dude, what's goin' on?' and he was like 'Whatever you want, guys, it's on the house!' and we were all like 'SWEET!' Hence, free coffee!" he flicked his hair out of his eyes again.

"Cool story, bro," Frank said, staring at Gerard's face, which was giddy from the fact he had a venti coffee in his hands. I laughed. The way Gerard explains stuff was so entertaining to watch. SO sassy!

"It. Was. Awesome." Ray added. Mikey nodded, poker-faced.

"You guys and your coffee," I said, taking another sip of my mocha.

"It's our one vice!" Frank said defensively. "Without it, we'd be perfect!" We all laughed at that comment. Because we all knew that it was one hundred percent true
i was pissed off today, so i had to let it out somehow. so i exploded in here. i feel better now.

MCR gets coffee. true story behind this. you'll know it.
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JJeds112's avatar
lol haha that was pretty good