When I met the black parade ****One shot**** my chemical romance

I sped down the road on my bike, desperately late to meet my fiance. My bike leaned with me as I swerved round a car. A 4 by 4 was now on my other side. A puddle was coming up and I knew it would slow me down, I decided to try and pull a little closer to the 4 by 4. Not a good choice. For some reason the 4 by 4 decided to pull closer to me. This caught me off gaurd. I tried to pull my bike over but instead one wheel skidded through the water. I tried to use my leg to keep myself up right but that was no good. My leg snapped and I felt myself been thrown from my bike as the 4 by 4 struck. Again. I felt my head hit the concrete. Twice before something lifted me off the ground. I was now standing in the middle of the road.
But it was empty.
No one was around.
No cars.
The 4 by 4 was gone as was my bike.
My leg was fine, not a scratch on me. That was my first sign something was going on. My second. A door was open on the side of a large wearhouse and a light was shining through. I could hear thumping as though someone and drum and bass on an amp really loud. The building didn't seem to be shaking or have any sign of this loud noise even etched into it.
Before I could put my foot on the ground and take my first planned step forwards I saw the flash of light in a white, what looked like hospital room.
Before I could reach out or make a sign of life there I was dumped back onto the eary street.
"Ok then," I sighed.
I was still wearing my torn up jeans and t-shirt. I took a step forwards actually managing to put weight on my foot this time. I took another step.
And another.
And another.
Until I was milimetres away from the door. The constant noise was coming through. The light shining through the cracks between its frame. The door shook. And kept shaking as though it was going burst open and pour a whole ocean worth of water into the dead street. I placed my hand on the door. Something shot through me. A flood of emotions, I could identify them all. It was too much for one persons veins. I shook it off and tried to clear my head of the happy memmories flashing into my imagination. The ocassional bad memory would seep its way through but mostly I saw the powerpoint of my happy moments. I couldn't focus on one for too long. Until it slowed down slightly. It stopped on the memory of my first ever concert, I went with my best friends and we had an amazing time. It was one of the first times I realised music was my calling. My cause. I let the concert flood into my emotion filled veins and serge through my body. It seemed to also go into the door. My hand was connecting with it in some supernatural way. I snapped my hand away. I raised an eyebrow pointlessly at the door. The shaking and light had stopped. It was now opening. I decided why not. I walked in. Inside was a parade of people more than I had ever seen in one room. But in some way they weren't there.
Weren't held there.
They all wore something different from a different time period. I stoodd out from some and completly blended in with others. I could tell before I had walked in that there was music and dancing and talking and general concert activities. But it was as though they were all talking about me. Even the band on stage was silent. Everyone was staring at me. I wanted to read their emotions but for some reason I couldn't latch onto one of their faces before me being forced to look at another.
No one seemed to actually be there.
No one seemed to be real.
No one seemed to have emotions.
Flesh.
Blood.
A permant imprint on where they stood.
I walked forwards slightly as I put my foot down the hospital was shot for a second back into my view before I was at the hall again. Not one person blinked. I was feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Um...hi," I said weakily. No reaction. I looked at the banner above the stage 'the black parade.' Catchy. There were five members al dressed extremely similar but each jacket was different in some way. But you couls still tie them all together.
"Whats going on?" I asked stepping forwards. No answer.
"Who are you all?" I asked. This time instead of silence I heard a bass line. I looked up at the stage music was starting to play. People were looking back at the band and not at me. Slowly everyone was now focusing their attention on the band who was playing a nice song.
'We'll carry on'
As the song progressed I thought mainly of the good times. But I would think of the times I would try to fit in when I was younger because of the fear of not being excepted, I regrected that. I should've always been myself.
'You'll carry on'
I could tell the song would finish song. As it drew to a close with the help of the drummer people went back to staring at me.
"Am I dead?"