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Don't Give A Damn	By : MCRsavdME Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: This story is NOT NOT NOT true, it NEVER NEVER NEVER happened. The story is only based on the appearance of real people, not on their beliefs or views! PURLEY FROM MY HEAD!!

I don’t Give a Damn
Chapter One

The sun was setting upon yet another uneventful day. The stars that were hiding behind the blanket of the glowing sun slowly began to peak out and shine. Soon it would be night. A small crowd had gathered now that the blaring sun had gone to bed and they were anxiously waiting the band about to perform.

“I hope their good” someone in the crowed stated.

“Come on lets start the show already” Someone else demanded getting a couple of shouts in agreement.

The band stood nervously off stage waiting for the ok to go on. They were downing the last of their drinks hoping to be able to maintain a buzz the entire set. It was a bad habit they never shook, getting drunk before they played. Finally they were waved on stage taking one last chug, from their drinks; they put down the drinks and charged on stage ready to go. A small cheer erupted from the audience as the lights came up revealing the band

“Hey how the fuck are you all doing tonight?!” The lead singer Gerard called out. More cheers erupted from the crowd.

“You ready for some fucking music?” Yet more cheers erupted. The sounds of the guitars could be heard not followed by cheers yet again, as the lights came on fully. The band went straight into their first song followed by the second before stopping to speak to the audience again.

“Well were, My Chemical Romance! If you like our shit, we could use your support were unsigned at the moment and any purchase you make from our table really helps us! Were gonna play another one of our songs for you all now. This is actually the first song we wrote together, Skylines and Turnstiles.” The band went into the song followed by a few more before thanking the crowed and running back off stage.

“That was fucking great guys!” Ray said as they all came together off stage, hugging and giving high-fives.

“Ya, lets hope we get some sales” Gerard said popping open a new drink taking a long swig.

“Oh come on! Its not about the money is it? Since when have we cared about making money?” Frank the youngest one of them said standing and grabbing Gerard drink before taking a swig and handing it back to Gerard. Gerard just smiled at Frank’s sweet and innocent approach to things.

“Well since money pays for us to keep doing this I’d say it’s pretty fucking important!” Matt snapped in as he pushed past Frank to grab himself a fresh beer himself.

“Whatever” Frank said pulling himself up and sitting on an extra amp.

“Don’t mind him, Matt’s been an asshole to everyone.” Gerard gave Frank a quick peck on the lips glaring at Matt after. They all watched on as the band after them preformed. They were good, quite entertaining.

The rest of the night the band was downing the free alcohol and heckling the crowed to buy some off the little merchandise they had. At the end of the night they were all severely wasted. The bar was practically empty as the nights events were over. Ray was counting up the money that they had made both from sales and from the bar, having much difficulty and having to start over regularly.

“120 buckaroo’s” Ray said rolling the wad of money up and putting it in the lock box, the band had, “all together we have just at 200 dollars.” Ray closed the box and sat back down with a thud drinking more of his beer.

“Shit are we gonna have enough money to make it to the next gig?” Mikey said taking off his glasses cleaning them against his shirt. A nervous habit he had started doing when he did not want to look at someone.

“Barley depends on if we wanna sleep in the van. We should make a lot tomorrow night though. I heard the place is great” Gerard was rubbing his temples in frustration. Another night spent cramped in a van and another meal gone missed.

“Fuck not again, its my turn to have a seat to myself!” Matt said as he slammed his beer bottle against the table standing up rather unsteadily.

“Who the fuck says” Gerard replied standing up himself.

“I say and also the fact its my fucking turn!” Matt’s voice was rising with each word.

“Fine whatever lets not argue, we got a long drive ahead of us. You ready to go Mikey?” Ray being the level head of all of them said standing up between the two.

“Ya I guess, Its gonna take a good 5 hours or so we should get going.” Mike stood stretching and downing the last of his coke as he was the designated driver. The band filled out of the club, bringing the van up to the back of it to load their equipment. Once that was done they hit the road. The lull of the road had everyone but Mikey asleep in no time. Matt was in the back like he wanted, Frank and Ray sharing a seat, and Gerard in the passenger seat. They had been driving for almost three hours when they pulled over for gas. They all were awake now that the sun had come back up lighting up the sky.

“How much further you think it is?” Gerard was standing with Mikey as they filled the vehicle while the rest ran into the store for cigs and other miscellaneous things.

“wow! 99.15 to fill the van that’s almost all that we made last night!” Mikey was staring down at the receipt the machine had given him as if it were something more amazing or mysterious than a piece of paper with black lettering on it. Ray, Matt and Frank pilled out of the store ready to continue there drive.

“I call the back seat!” Frank shouted smiling and started out into a sprint.

“No you don’t” Matt started running after the young guitarist reaching him in time to yank him out of the way and climbing in all the way.

“Asshole, its my turn!” The rest climbed in not saying a word, The rest of the drive was a quiet one, no one said much the usually light hearted atmosphere was no laced with a thick discontent. It was going on noon when they pulled up to the next venue.

“Wow this place looks amazing, you sure this is the correct address Mikey?” Gerard was leaning forward in his seat staring out the front windshield in shock.

“Yeah if Ray gave me the right place” Mikey had pulled out the piece of paper Ray had given him earlier with the address scribbled on it.

“Ya it’s right, I was told the place was amazing, but damn! I never thought it would look like this!” Ray was also staring at the enormous building.

“Well lets go check it out, Matt can stay with the van, as he is asleep… still” Frank had opened the door and jumped out. Gerard, Ray, Mikey and Frank slowly made their way to the building. The outside was decorated in a very modern fashion. The building had circular windows and large pillars, white stucco walls with black trimming. As they entered they were greeted with a large gust of cool air, followed by smoke, coming from the ceiling, creating a very eerie feel. They walked further in to find the building even larger than it looked from the outside if possible. It had an amazing bar lights of all different colors stretched around it. It was covered with huge wooden floors, and raised levels in different areas for more people. The band stared in aw at the stage, it was huge, complete lighting and sound system, this would be an amazing place to play, but there was a band on stage setting up.

“Hello can I help you?” A man very short in stature asked approaching them crossing his arms in front of his chest, his muscles were quite obvious and his bald head gave the appearance of an WWE fighter. He was most defiantly the bouncer. Gerard told himself to be sure not to get into trouble tonight.

“Hey yeah uh were My Chemical Romance, we were supposed to perform tonight, are we playing before or after uh.” Gerard stopped talking motioning to the stage.

“Full Effect” the man said putting his hands on his hips and staring at the floor

“uh yeah cause either way were cool.” Gerard stopped talking again and looking around at the club.

“About that uh weren’t you called?” The man said looking up at them scratching his head,

“No should we have been?” Frank said taking his hands out of his pocket and crossing them against his chest.

“Yeah uh hold on” the man quickly turned around and ran for what looked like a V.I.P. room. Shortly after the man had disappeared behind the red velvet curtains a very well dressed man of no older than 30 approached them. He was wearing a very nice suit, His black hair was slicked back and in a small ponytail. His face was a normal one nothing distinctive other than his green eyes and white smile.

“Hello nice to meet you, I am Harold Winston, I am the owner of the club, I heard we have a problem regarding your band playing tonight.” As he said this he shook each mans hand forcefully.

“Yeah, um we were scheduled to play tonight…” Gerard started out

“Yes about that, we had a problem with the books basically were double booked. You were supposed to receive a call explaining the problem.” The mans voice trailed off.

“We don’t have a phone” Mikey who had remained silent blurted out. The mans gaze moved over to him giving him the once over before speaking again

“Well we don’t have room for you to play or money to pay you, I am sorry.” The man had his hands clasped before him.

“Are you kidding me! What are we supposed to do we needed the money!” Gerard’s voice started strong but ended in an almost shriek as the realization of being almost completely broke set in.
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