#mcr stage outfits

[invad3r-st3vi3]

Frank Iero Revenge Era Costume

[soda-pop-kandy-krush]

my little guys :3 paper dolls i made a few months ago (before mcr aus/nz/jp)

[bittersweetvampire]

I'm in need of MCR content

[raytorotitsenthusiast]

Predictions for the MCR WWWY shows based on how likely i think it is

100% (Definitely gonna happen)

- Gerard rambles to the crowd

- Gerard is in some sort of outfit

75%-99% (Extremely likely)

- Someone throws a prideflag on the stage

- MCR members family there

- Audience member(s) dressed up is noticed

50%-74% (A good chance)

- Mikey is given the mic and says things

- Ray's mic is turned up (please)

25%-49% (A possibility)

- Frank messes with someone while playing

- Audience member holds up a sign with something funny on it

- Dan and Phil are there

2%-24% (Very unlikely)

- One of the band members references "but seriously, imagine it"

- Frank plays a lick from 'I Am Going To Kill The President Of The United States Of America' as a joke

- Pose 28. Need I say more?

0.00001%-1% (Delusions❤️)

- ALL MEMBERS IN DRESSES

- Ray takes his shirt off (PLEASE)

- New song/songs played

- Studio versions of demos released (ie Sister to Sleep, Someone Out There Loves You)

- They play Witch

Welp i'll return in a month to see how wrong i am

[cordspaghetti]

embarrassingly long post incoming but i have a quastion. can anyone who knows stuff about tailoring/clothing design speak on gerard’s suit jackets from the last leg of the mcr tour because i know in an interview marina toybina said she was really particular about those outfits and i feel like there is some cool & kind of unusual work there but i am So uneducated.

like they obvs have lots of waist suppression for thee lovely hourglass silhouette but another thing i noticed is that i feel like both men’s & women’s suit jackets are meant to lay as flat as possible across the chest as a sign of a Good Fit and these tend to not do that. they have the top half of what i saw one random website call “the dreaded X” creases that form around the button when the fit is too tight, but they don’t actually seem to be too tight because the lapels don’t pull way to the sides with arm movement like you’d see for even a good fit (i think…?)

it looks like the button has a kind of medium to low position with the waist taken in far enough that it has to ride up higher than usual to close (or at least rides up super easily, idk, this is my Guess), creating an excess of fabric around the lapels that either folds over or sticks out forwards

and it does this without deforming the shoulders/collar & also while keeping the lower front panels nice and flat—there’s extra fabric in the one area, but everywhere else the structure of the jacket is maintained. which is alllll to say this seems to me like a kind of subtle, “natural” way to add volume to a flat chest without using methods that would be read as drag or otherwise costume-y within the context of a stage performance, like padded undergarments or smth like that.

soo i am wondering if any of you think this is at all a plausible explanation for how the jackets are designed to fit and the illusion they’re meant to create or if it’s probably unintentional slash just a side effect of the jackets being manipulated by arm movements etc.. or if it is in fact possible but being achieved a different way, like with the darts. or if i’m just pointing out the obvious ?! maybe this is just how women’s suit jackets fit & move?

either way… wow what lovely work thank you marina toybina for Everything

(first two pics are by justinmaphoto and then gavin lloyd(?), last pic is by david watson, the others i’m not sure abt im so so sorry they’re from the dregs of my camera roll)

[angstics]

it wasnt even Just for the Cause before the breakup. he talks about pushing gender boundaries, yes, but also that he personally got to explore femininity through performance. “When I was doing MCR I think I finally got to display my femininity through the glam theatrical aspects of the band. It made me feel more hopeful, that I was allowed to be flamboyant.” (boyzine, 2015)

i have thoughts on people constantly diverting from the personal significance of gerard's outfits the past tour to focus on ONLY the Current Social Meaning. personal not in the identity sense (since that's very subjective) but the newfound freedom to explore the breadth of gender expression in context of this being a difficult, frowned-upon thing in documented mcr history. from cross-dressing being self-described as creepy in 05 to the constant homophobic harassment, both explicit (violence, slurs) and implicit (othering the gender nonconformity, quick dismissal of the band).

diversion like when that anon called the tour "performance art in solidarity with an oppressed queer group" (not singling out the anon, ive seen this take several times) dehumanizes the performer. he is not a vessel, he's a physical person impacted by said oppression. gerard's history matters. others have different reasons, but mine is that it further emphasizes how Normal it all is and should be, and how Terrible it all was and still is. you know that wearing that the cheer dress in 2004 wouldve amplified the harassment. and in reaction to that, the dress would become a pure "Fuck You". it would become an angry object, like the prorev kisses.

but somehow in 20 yrs the world changed. and with that, how gerard interacted with nonconformity changed. the cheer dress is still a "Fuck You", but that's not the only thing it is. it emanates joy. it's well-thought out and beloved. the cheer dress (and every single outfit) is loved for what it IS!!! not just what it means!! love being louder than rage is a miracle. it means we can do more than survive. we can evolve and become new things. that is EXACTLY what i am reading from my chemical romance today. i cant help feeling the intent in the joy.

[girlgerard]

i’ve been thinking a lot about gerard’s character they developed in the last leg of this tour and the way i believe it really solidified what we might have coming for us in the future.

it’s really sweet, if you look in the comments of some of the videos from brisbane and osaka, you can see people who’ve obviously been my chem fans for at least 15 years saying things like ‘i’ve watched every video from this tour and this is the first show where i really saw the spark come back’ and ‘that’s the gerard way i remember’ and other cheesy shit like that. and the thing is they’re totally right!

this whole tour developed more fluidly in intensity and meaning than in any of their previous gigs. mcr has always been a band to change with their time and creative drive, but this was a different type of transition to me. you could see as characters started to be built, from gerard DIY’ing his own costumes in europe to increasingly meaningful outfits with whole backstories in the USA all the way to one consistent character with a uniquely terrifying stage presence in the last leg.

that last character, at least to me, is totally gripping. she’s unexplained, she’s scary as hell, she’s near-undead, she has this commanding presence gerard hasn’t really done since early-mid black parade. in every single performance they’re so in-character and it’s such a BLAST

importantly, this character also showed up in the shortest, least-publicized part of the tour. imo she wasn’t meant for cameras, really.

to me it’s so clear that she’s a result of gerard earnestly solidifying where they might want their next artistic endeavors to go - that kind of serious direction, maybe even that character specifically.

he’s talked about how he always has stage characters that reflect his music and, broadly, things they’re working through in their life. the revenge stage character was a mix of both demo lovers which can have a ton of different interpretations, the patient was a joan-esque personification of grief and existentialism, party poison was a pop-art way of dealing with your own artistic/literal death. it makes me wonder why this character, the only truly consistent character this whole tour, came about, and if it’s related to gerard’s nightly diatribes on war and later-tour statements on (presumably) queer/trans rights.

it also makes me think that we have a lot coming in the future. a character that solid and a direction so suddenly bottlenecked into such a specific concept, such a mychemicalromance concept, especially out of a tour that was originally supposed to be a casual celebration of music, i think points towards something new.

[awsugar]

Idk if you would want to post this but that certain blogger who calls gerard a trans woman is now saying some crazy things on Twitter transvestigating gerard. As a gender confused person I genuinely feel sick. Gerard’s every move is watched and dissected by this person in what feels like a fetishistic way. It’s just so disturbing. (This same person thinks frerard posting is parasocial which is just insane). What’s most shocking is I think the person is an academic, and the way they mobilise certain evidence, completely overlooking anything that disagrees with their view point is just not ethical.

oh trust me i know! girlgerard left tumblr but is still being actually MORE insane on twitter now! and i did some stalking recently just a little light hate scrolling and all of your favorite mcr bloggers are actually still friends with them and enabling this behavior 🥰 it makes me sick to see too, why are we forcing labels on people we literally don't know. gerard said he's ok with he/they. you don't get to headcanon a real life person!!! and like. for what. it boggles the mind how they think that people who disagree are misogynists. is it not literally transphobic to decide someone's gender for them based on presentation and some stage outfits??

if gerard was a trans woman and WANTED us to refer to him in that way he would. you know. say that. their insistence on only using she/her not as like a lighthearted jokey thing but like very serious thing while no one who is close to gerard has like. ever done that. is just so crazy and to base your entire online presence on that.

it's gotten better on tumblr since they left but like it feels so insidious to me! and the way it took over the fandom during swarm tour and everyone acted like it was normal behavior...it's really really crazy. can we just be normal....it wouldn't even be bothersome if they didn't have like a hoard of impressionable people hanging on their every word and spreading it to everyone especially young mcr fans who will then just think it's normal....

[z0mbiefrank]

i have a lot of thoughts i'd like to document about mcr's auckland show, but here's just some of the things gerard said that hit me particularly hard.

first off, of course, we have the quote of the whole night, which i'll try not to dwell on too much.

"In the face of extermination, say fuck you."

there have been many posts about this. despite it not being included in the live stream, this video swept the dashboard. there is a pride flag front and centre in the audience. gerard is barely visible but all we needed was his voice. within hours it had inspired countless textposts and art pieces. i know i'm not the only one who cried. it is exactly what i needed to hear during this time of trans rights being rolled back all over the world. then came this video where you can see gerard. they walk right to the front centre stage, legs planted strongly in their skirt and tights, face set with intent, and he spits out those words for the whole world to hear.

now this next one i have not seen any posts about, but it struck a chord with me anyways. before planetary go they speak to the audience:

"You all look wonderful. You do. I see you when the lights are bright on us. I see you. Don't worry, I see you. There's some wonderful costumes. If they're costumes. Are they costumes?" The audience yells back with a resounding "No!" source video

every night my chemical romance performs, they look out to a crowd of visibly queer people staring right back at them. my mcr show was the first time i saw my trans best friend able to walk into the men's bathroom with his head held high. recently there has been a huge onslaught of anti-transgender laws across the world. i'm sure we've all seen posts pointing out that gerard's cheerleader dress they wore in Nashville would now be illegal. the new tennessee bill bans "male or female impersonators who provide entertainment that appeals to a prurient interest." many people have claimed the bill is 'only' about drag performers, as if that would make it okay, but we know that is not true. right-wingers have proven time and time again they view trans women as nothing more than "female impersonators". they treat transgender bodies as nothing but a fetish, or a prurient interest. they argue against gender-affirming medical care on the same phone they use to watch transgender porn. they believe transgender identity and queerness is a costume. it is something we can take on and off. something they can ban and eradicate from their country. but it's not a fucking costume. it's who we are.

which leads me to the encore. this was the only show during their tour with a planned one-song encore (excluding festivals), and that song was their most famous of all time, welcome to the black parade. the band walks back on stage and the only thing gerard says is

"Be who the fuck you are." video

an incredibly important statement that has always been a core part of my chemical romance's message. but with everything that's been going on, with frank saying one of his favourite thing about these tours is "g being able to just be himself", with gerard's gnc outfits making headlines, i feel like that was the perfect sentence to close the show

[butchlifeguard]

let the record show that this was posted before her actual performance

im sorry chappell but this is just a vampire bc ms joan was butch

[invad3r-st3vi3]

happy birthday Gerard ! ! !

[earlycuntsets]

"8:15PM MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE explode onstage with typical flair and venom. the stage is still littered with the confetti from 30 Seconds To Mars’ set. Gerard Way encourages the crowd to throw confetti snowballs at him, and a beautiful reverse snow flurry erupts towards the stage. Suddenly one aisles dressed in Santa Claus outfits. giant confetti snowball hits him right in the face. Gerard just laughs, and gives the thrower a congratulatory nod. This encourages a full-on snowball assault, until security intervenes and puts a stop to it. After the band’s set, Billy Corgan is ushered into MCR’s dressing room. This isn’t Gerard’s first Corgan encounter-he’s never made any secret of his adoration of the Smashing Pumpkins man - but it is the first for the rest of the band. Mikey Way contains his excitement on the outside, but inside, he’s overwhelmed. The bands exchange tales from the road, and discuss the perils of onstage missiles (a subject close to MCR’s hearts ever since Reading 2006). “The worst is piss,” Corgan says.

2006 kerrang #1141 from 01/2007 almost acoustic christmas kerrang #1131

[thekidsfromyestergay]

When you think about MCR you don't really think "fashion icons" but like. Name any other band who designed their own stage costumes that you can still buy at any alt store 10+ years later. 20 years after MCR wore them on stage bulletproof vests are a staple of streetwear fashion. Danger Days and Black Parade were both designed by Colleen Atwood, Hesitant Alien was directly inspired by late 70s no-wave, and that isn't even touching on the outfits designed with Marina. I'm not saying they were the originators of all of these trends, but I do think they deserve more credit for the amount of aesthetic consideration they have.

[xxfangirl365xx]

alright kids, gather around. I have some things I'd like to say regarding last night in a very organized list format

OVERALL SHOW THOUGHTS

Overall It was beautiful. I cried watching the stream. But sadly went to bed before it was over because I was feeling very unwell from staying up so late ): I missed blood,I'm not ok and Helena on stream but that's ok <3

MCR5,NEW TOUR?

-Did not expect them to release anything about that last night since it was night one of two. More likely they would do it tonight so I'm holding out hope for tonight since it's the more likely option

SOCIALS/ONLINE PRESENCE/POSTS

-Frank has NOT posted anything regarding MCR only dunes, which is very unlike him. As we know Frank loved MCR to death. He's the no 1 fan of his own band so I find it odd and very intentional that he has not posted anything about MCR at wwwyf only dunes

-along the same lines Mikey has not posted anything. Few weeks ago we got practice from him which was good, but all we have from him r 2 pics of him and his wife which r adorable, but not relating to MCR. also seems a little intentional to not have said anything about them playing at all

-MCR'S socials r DRY like bone dry. With swarm tour they posted things about "tonight were playing in (blank) at (blank time)" or something like that but they didn't post anything about WWWYF apart from when tickets went on sale for both days which is a little odd in my opinion

for all of them the silence seems ominous. Like they r trying to build suspense

OUTFIT'S, STAGE,GEE'S HAIR

-All black outfits head to toe, they looked good but it was very lacking black parade tbh (not a bad thing they looked so cute tho)

-STAGE-

-Only projections of spiders,tree (during cancer),swords,bridge (?),worms (?)

-SPIDERS PROJECTED

-swarm logo=fly

-spiders= eat flies

-"Witch" was leaked earlier this year. Paper kingdom was the album meant to come right after black parade. Their aesthetic kinda similar. Whites,blacks ect.

-some of the visuals like the swords was giving very paper kingdom 100% and if I rly did see a bridge projection in the background that's also very much the vibe. but most this stuff was done in short flashes across the backdrop

-Gee's hair-

-New haircut (stunning btw)

-new era? Gee had changed his hair for new era's. bullets/revenge it stayed pretty much the same apart from random dye jobs here and there but during black parade he got it real short and bleached it. Danger days ht dyed it red. hair is a big thing when it comes to Gee.

-New hair since shrine show (2019) pretty much. He's had long hair since MCR has come back together. U could argue it was to look nice but think about all the other stuff he's done that was also a big deal like umbrella acad final season and stuff. Why didn't he get a haircut then? Why now? and why was he hiding it?

-The last vid we got was earlier in the week the birthday one and he had the long hair still. It was recent like he did this JUST for the shows.

-i'm 100% taking this is a way of moving into a new era for MCR

MERCH

-some people were kinda bummed there was no new cool merch from the festival apart from the DEAD! zip up which is pretty cool ngl

-kinda looked like they were trying to get rid of older stuff before making something new perhaps?

-spending more time and resources on NEW shirts for a NEW album makes more sense than spending all the time and resources on designing new shirts for black parade when they can do that pretty much any time

HOPES FOR TONIGHT'S SHOW

I will not be staying up this time sorry guys. I slept 4 hours last night and feel very unwell from it. So i'll be sleeping tonight sadly but here is my hopes and predictions for tonight.

-MCR will play just like last night with the visuals and stuff but will maybe play one new song or announce it some how with the backdrop and "Paper Kingdom" will be announced to be released on OCT. 31

-Their socials will go live with all the info immediately

-Shortly after the album comes out there will be tour dates announced for spring/summer of 2025 INCLUDING warped tour

-END-

thanks for listening to my rambles if I think of more i'll add it to the list but I wanted a cohesive place to put all my findings and thoughts to share

[oldiesstationlover11607]

CHEERARD!!!!!!!!1!!

Cheerleader - Gerard Way x Reader

Warnings: Making out, sexual references (Frank lmao), Gerard feeling insecure.

Word Count: 1141

A/N: Honestly love that I have an anon keeping me writing for MCR bc I literally love them so much. While TOP is my main favourite thing at the moment, MCR and Gerard feel like old friends that I love to revisit whenever I can 😘

The hum of the crowd grew louder outside the dressing room, sending a low, thrilling buzz through the walls. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching as Gee adjusted his green and white cheerleader costume in the mirror, fidgeting with every little detail. He looked incredible—though I could tell by the pinched look in his eyes and the way he chewed his lip that he didn’t feel that way.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, glancing at me through the mirror. His voice held an edge of nervousness that was rare for him. Gerard was usually so fearless, so unapologetic. But tonight, something about this outfit had him on edge.

“Positive,” I said, pushing off the door frame and walking up behind him. “You look...”

I trailed off on purpose, letting my eyes wander up and down his body, drinking in every inch of him in the little pleated skirt, the cropped shirt. His eyes met mine in the mirror, cheeks flushing a faint pink. He looked shy but tried to cover it with a smirk.

“Ridiculous?” he guessed, tugging at the hem of the skirt. “I mean, look at me. They’re all gonna laugh, you know that, right?”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed, moving closer until I could feel the warmth radiating off him. “First of all, you’re not ridiculous, you’re amazing. And second, they’re not going to laugh. They’re going to lose their minds in the best way possible. We all love you and think you’re beautiful inside and out so I suggest you agree with the majority.”

He laughed, but it was soft, uncertain. “Maybe. But what if I look… weird? Or, I don’t know… not like myself?”

I put my hands on his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Not like yourself? Honey, you’re the guy who wore fake blood on stage, bleached your hair for one album and then the next dyed bright red. And don’t even get me started on that one set when you ran into the microphone stand and gave yourself a black eye and then continued to sing the whole gig. You know how to push boundaries—and this? This outfit? It’s just one more thing to show them you’re amazing.”

He tilted his head, considering my words, and a little smirk began to play at the corners of his mouth. “You really think I can pull this off?” He looked at himself in the mirror and I could tell the outfit was truly starting to grow on him. I knew he’d love it. 

I stepped closer until there was barely an inch between us. “Gee you’re already pulling it off.” My voice was low, soft. “And you look… you look really good.”

His eyes sparkled with a flicker of confidence, but it wasn’t fully there yet. I knew him too well—knew he needed more than words to believe it. Slowly, I brought my hand to his cheek, brushing a strand of hair from his face. His breathing slowed, and I felt him lean into my touch.

“Show me,” he whispered, barely audible. It was an invitation, a challenge.

So I did.

I let my fingers trail down his cheek, over his jawline, then traced the neckline of his dress. I could feel his pulse quicken as I moved my hand down to his waist, resting there for a moment before pulling him toward me. His eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against his. He tasted faintly of chapstick, with that hint of coffee he’d had earlier.

The moment he kissed me back, all that uncertainty, all the nerves, seemed to melt away. His hands found my waist, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. It was gentle at first, both of us savoring the moment, the feel of each other. But soon, the tension between us grew, and his hands wandered to my back, pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss.

“God, you’re good at that,” he murmured against my lips, his voice breathless.

I chuckled, threading my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “I’m just trying to get you out of your head, you know?”

“It’s working,” he whispered, pulling me back for another kiss, this one longer, deeper. His hands slipped under the edge of my shirt, his fingers tracing patterns along my back, sending little shivers up my spine. I could feel my heart pounding, my entire body responding to his touch, to the intensity of his kiss.

Our lips parted, but we stayed close, foreheads touching, our breathing heavy in the quiet of the room. I couldn’t help but smile, biting my lip as I looked at him.

“You really think I look good in this?” he asked, but this time, there was a playful glint in his eye.

I grinned, taking a step back so I could look him over from head to toe. “Good? You look incredible. Like, actually jaw-droppingly hot.”

He laughed, a sound so pure and free that it made my heart soar. “Guess I owe you for this confidence boost,” he said, pulling me close again. 

I leaned up on my toes, pressing a lingering kiss to his jawline. “Just keep being you, please. I love you babe.”

Our lips met again, and this time, we didn’t hold back. His hands found my waist again, lifting me up slightly as he backed me up against the dressing room wall, the intensity between us igniting like fire. His lips trailed down to my neck, leaving a trail of warm, lingering kisses that made me shiver.

The knock on the door startled us both, and we pulled apart, breathless, just as we heard Frank’s voice on the other side.

“Hey, lovebirds! Show starts in five! Unless you guys want to be the opening act?”

Gerard rolled his eyes, still grinning, and called out, “We’re coming!”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Frank muttered through the door, making us both laugh.

Gerard turned to me, his smile softer now, with just a hint of that earlier shyness creeping back. “Guess we better go out there.”

I brushed a thumb over his cheek, giving him one last kiss. “Go knock ‘em dead, cheerleader. They’re not ready for this.”

He smirked, catching my hand as I started to pull away. “Thanks… for everything,” he said, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the noise outside.

“Anytime. Now go out there and show them exactly who you are.”

With one last, lingering look, he released my hand and turned toward the door, glancing back at me with a glint in his eye before stepping out. And as I watched him walk out to meet the roaring crowd, I knew he was finally ready to take the stage, in all his wild, unstoppable glory.

//

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[otherone12]

If You Don't Like My Chemical Romance, Wait Outside For Your Girlfriend

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! So… No one asked me to do this, but I remembered an edit that I saw a while ago, and the intro was Gerard saying “if you don’t like My Chemical Romance, wait outside for your girlfriend”. I Had this idea and the urge to write it (because I’m kinda obsessed with Gerard, sue me). Btw, I'm writing a Mikey x Reader Imagine (what was inspired by The Killers "Mr. Brightside" song), so i'll probably post it this week or next... well, hope you enjoy this fic (:

Summary: You have a shitty boyfriend who bother you when you're in a MCR concert. You're in the front row of the show and Gerard notices all that situation. (I imagine this with the 2007 Gerard era, but it doesn't really matter, except for the show's setlist, because it will be songs from Bullets and Revenge).

-Warnings: Abusive relationship. A lot of curse words.

- Word Count: 1.526

- Ps: Idk if it's fluff, confort, angst... i just dont't know lol

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

My 25th birthday was last week, and my mom gave me two tickets to my favorite band’s concert, one for me and another for my boyfriend. He is not a fan of My Chemical Romance, he’s into electronic music and some country stuff (i’ve never understood his taste in music), anyways, he is coming with me. I spent the whole week talking with my friends about how amazing the concert is going to be and how excited I was. 

When the day finally came, I wanted to be one of the first in the row, because even with the premium pass I needed to be sure that I’ll be right in front of the stage. 

I heard my name when I was in my room, dressing up as Helena for the concert. I turned around just to see my boyfriend with a mad look on his face.

- You’re really going to dress like this? - The disgust on his face made me feel a bit insecure about the cosplay.

- What’s wrong about it? - I tried to stay calm, even if I was about to scream at him.

- Nothing. But you never wear dresses, neither on my birthday, and I asked you to! - He walked to my bed and sat, sighed sadly and kept talking - I just don’t understand why this is so special. 

- We’ve been together for five years, and you don’t understand why going to see the band who saved my life is special?  - I spoke calmly, took a deep breath and held my tears. I didn't want to cry on what was supposed to be a happy day.  

- I know that means alot for you, babe, but this shit means more than me? - He increased the volume of his voice.

- I… I’ve never said that! - I let his anger infect me, and now I was screaming like him.

- DID YOU FUCKING HESITED?! - He got up and I really thought that he was going to hit me or something.

- WHY DON’T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE?! I'M TRYING TO GET DRESSED! - At this point, I let my tears pumped out my eyes, accepting the fact that I'll need to redo my makeup.

- FINE! - He slammed the door, leaving me alone in the silent room.

I knew the night wasn’t going to be as good as I planned. 

*** time skip*** 

Arriving at the concert venue, my boyfriend parked the car next to the front door and we got out of the car. I saw just three people. We did it! We were ones of the first to be there.

- Oh my God! I loved your outfit! - The girl in front of us turned to me and said - I was going to dress up like this, but I didn't find the right dress.

- Thank you! I actually made the dress with an old one from my mom’s closet.  

- This is just Impeccable. 

I smiled at her and turned to my boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes. I was so excited that I didn't even care, he wouldn't ruin my day. 

- Are you sure that you want to be here waiting for the show to begin for five hours? - He sounded tired and annoyed, but we were there for just about half an hour. 

- Yeah, I'm sure. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. - I think that if he stays away for a while, he will be nicer or something, but maybe I was a bit rude and he’ll be even more mad - As long as you come for the show when it begins. 

I smiled, trying to make him see that I'm not angry, I was, but he didn't need to know.

- Sure… I'm going to find something to eat. Stay fine, babe.

He gave me a brief kiss and drove away.

*** time skip***

I was finally inside of the building, but my boyfriend didn’t get back for five hours. I was worried because I tried to call him like ten times in the last three hours, but he didn’ answer. I was about to leave, when I saw him coming.

- WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? 

I hugged him in desperation, but he seemed like he just went to the bathroom and got back in two minutes.

- Like I said, I was buying some food.- He gave me a smashed hamburger and I grabbed it with an angry look on my face.

- I was worried! Why didn’t you answer the ten fucking calls?

- My phone was on silent. - The way he seemed to not care made my blood boil. - But I'm here now, right?

- Whatever.

He opened his mouth to say something, but at the same moment, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard stepped on the stage and I couldn't help but scream with the crowd. Without saying anything, “Our Lady of Sorrows” started. I was so close that I could see the color of Gerard's eyes. Was this heaven?

Everything was going really well, but it was a small show, so they kept stopping the show to talk to us. Before playing “Helena” Gerard said:

- Well, the next song is really important for us, and it’s amazing to see that so many people like it too. - He looked down at me and smiled. I forgot how to breathe for a moment. - Your dress is perfect, darling.

I was about to faint.

- T-thanks! - I said, smiling back at him.

My boyfriend gave him a death look, but Gerard just chuckled and started to sing. 

- What the fuck?! - He grabbed my arm and began to talk, loud enough to not be muffled by the music - That was why you dressed like this? to impress him? 

- I dressed like this as a tribute to this song! - I tried to make him let me go, but it didn't work, so he kept holding my arm. - It's not my fault that he noticed!

He huffed and dropped my arm.

- I need a drink.

He walked away to the bar and I stayed watching the show. I was not sure, but I think Gerard saw all that shit happening. By the way, seeing Frank and Ray playing guitar with my own eyes was the most amazing thing ever until now, and Mikey slayed so much with that bass. 

The next song that they played was “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You”, and I was very enthusiastic about this song. But I haven't any idea of how this was going to end.

I was singing along, and weirdly Gerard walked close to where I was and kneew in front of me. He put his hand on my cheeks, which turned red immediately,  and kept singing “Pull the plug. But I'd like to learn your name. When holding on. Oh, I hope you do the same '' He looked deep into my eyes and continued “Aww, sugar”.

The crowd started to scream again, and my boyfriend turned to see what was happening. The scene made him get out of his mind. I know that a good girlfriend would never let this happen, and I should've backed off, but he has been such a dick since the day started, so I didn't feel blame, shame or anything else. 

- You came here five hours early to be in the front because you knew this was gonna happend! You’re a fucking slut, don’t you? - He never talked to me like that. I got so sad that I couldn't even pay attention to the song.

This sadness became anger so fast, and I pushed him away before he could say any other thing. He tried to grip me in his arms, but I dodged him, bumping into someone next to me, and spilling a drink on my dress. I was about to scream something, but I saw Gerard making a sign to the security guard, who ran to my boyfriend and told him to go away.

- It’s fucking over! - I said to him and went back to see the rest of the show.

At the end, I waited for the people at the back of the crowd to leave, so I could have easy access to leave too.

- Hey! 

I heard and didn’t believe it when I felt a touch on my shoulder. 

- I’m sorry about what happened… I shouldn't have done that - It was Gerard. He was in front of me, just us. - Apropos, I'd really like to learn your name.

We laughed with the reference.

- That’s fine, he was being such an idiot since morning. - I said, giving him a shy smile. I said my name to him and kept talking - By the way, the show was amazing! 

I was chatting with one of my favorite people in the world. I needed to make this not about my, now ex, boyfriend.

- Thanks! Good to know that even with all that shit you could enjoy the show. - He’s so cute, and the way he cares about his fans makes him even more wonderful. - It’s kinda weird but, can I get your number? It’s fine if you don’t want to give, but I find you really pretty and the way you dealt with this whole thing..  

- Sure! 

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