A bullet through a flock of doves ~Frank Iero~ Chapter 1

They played more and more and more songs.
They all rocked. But my favourite had to be headfirst for halos.
The guys all started to sit on amps, the floor and spare seats. It was then that I started to really look around the room it was black but had red splattered everywhere giving the impression that a lot of blood had been spilled here.
In the middle was the drum kit, set up and ready to go.
Around the kit was two guitars both being held in stands, both still plugged into amps which meant there were wires trailing across the entire floor making the place one of the biggest trip hazards I had ever been too. And considering I could be a total clutz I thought it best to keep an eye on the floor whilst walking.
A mic stand holding its occuping mic stood in the middle of the instruments. Again hooked up to an amp.
A Bass stood just behind this inbetween the two guitars. It was again hooked up to an amp. It gave the impression that it was looked after extremely well, it also had a black jacket lying near by.
Two more mics were placed to the side slighty near the guitars. Again trailing even more wires.
In the corner there was a small mini firdge with a clear door showing off bear and coca cola. It also appeared to have chocolate and if my vision was behaving a moldy lump of cheese.
On top of the mini fridge was a stack of comics. Next to the fridge were more comics. Next to that stack was a box with the word 'comics' written on the side. On top was a few music magazines.
There was a shelf nailed to the wall distrubting the poster flow. The shelf held a stereo and a whole range of cds. Cds were also stacked up next to the comic box.
The heavily painted walls also had an imense amount of posters occuping their space. Each one was of someone different, or a different band. Occasionally there was a cutting out from a magazine. Each poster seemed to being special as none had a rip tears or any sign of being handled without protective gloves and goggles. Not only were posters hung on the wall but one seemed to be dedicated to drawing, sketches, paintings and other art work. Some clearly Gerards style. Some clearly not.

Another wall had sci-fi and horror movie posters blessing it with their prescence.
Where I was sitting there was a small collection of chairs and one two person sofa. None matched or had rometly the same pattern or design. They were all battered and old looking. The one Bob was lounging in had a blanket drapped over its back assumingly covering tears and other drunken mistakes.
"Kay are you still with us?" Someone was talking in a high pitched sing song voice and waving a hand fast infront of my dazed out of focus face.
"Uh what yeah?" I snapped out of my thought stream and back into the reality of living.
"Well I just asked what was your favourite and you spaced out I think you're drooling," Ray pointed out smiling a little more evially than amused. I wiped my chin and cheek just to be sure.
"My favourite had to be headfirst for halos," I smiled, "how do you guys write stuff like that? Its amazing."
"I said I was a rock star," Frank smiled.
"Not yet Frankie but you will be one day. What you think Bri?" I aksed turning to the unusally quiet Bri.
"They were awesome," she smiled.
"Wow you sound american," I chuckled slightly.
"Thats because I am," she said a matter-o-factly. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the band.
"You guys have a name?" I asked. If they wrote songs like that then their name has got to be killer. A song was a whole three minutes on average a name takes less than five seconds to say.
"My chemical romance," Mikey smiled proudly. I was right. Killer.
"Wow how'd you come up with that?" I asked, clearly Mikey had come up with this rockstar name.
"His old job at a book store," Gerard smiled. "When we started the band we thought we better come up with some sort of name and Mikey had one up his sleeve."
"What if Mikey hadn't been there?" Bri smiled.
"Oh you would all be doomed without me," Mikey smiled getting up, "you guys want a coke?"
"Yeah please," I smiled.
"Bear," Bob called out.
"I'll have what Bob's having," everyone has settled down with their drinks and Mikey had also put on an Iron Madien cd. I wasn't a massive fan of Iron Madien. They just never really appealed to me. But the guys obviosly liked them, and I knew Bri had a couple of their albums.
"Aren't Iron Madien enlgish?" I was pretty sure they were but my memory didn't always allow a clear flow of facts, memmories and thoughts.
"Yeah duh," Frank said hitting me upside the head.
"Hey, I was just gunna say i've always wanted to go to the UK see the brits." I smiled thinking of the times I had almost ran away from America but then I remembered a nice big heardel called ... the sea.