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Rock of Love with Gerard Way	By : covetous Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1006 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Episode 1: Just Peachy 1
- 2-Just Peachy 2
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Please review! Just for fun, but I probably won't continue unless there's some kind of interest. I have a personal journal with all the characters with their signs and histories, so if I do continue, it will be very detailed and humorous. Of course plenty of smut as it progresses. And always a sympathetic view on our hero. REVIEW!

When I'm doing a POV scene, the writing is in past-tense. When I'm writing through the perception of a viewer of the fictional television show, it's in present-tense. Just so you're not confused. I try to make the dialog realistic, so don't expect a lot of elevated themes.

**If you haven't seen any reality dating shows, you won't understand what it means when it says "one-shot" or "interview scene". These are snippets of interviews one-on-one with the members of the cast, used as a kind of commentary.

--To make it easier, each one-on-one shot is cast in brackets like this.--

Thanks for bearing with this long intro. This is just kind of a complicated idea.
Hope it works out.
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"We start shooting in five, Mister Way."

"Thanks."

The trailer was brightly lit, all of the blushes and eye shadows glinting in the intensity in their miniature silver dishes. His make up artist was still fussing with gel and hairspray, her brush going over the same strip of unruly bang for the fiftieth time. Gerard just stared at himself in the mirror through darkly lined eyes, a little smirk of disbelief unable to leave his face. Was this really happening? He'd only just finished the divorce with Lindsey a few months ago, and here he was, on one of those bullshit reality television shows he and his mates always gagged at for their blatant shallow sexism. Other than his ex-wife despising him, he had the rest of the world to worry about for their criticism. This could ruin any inkling of musical validity he had left in the eyes of his peers.

Under his agent's advice, he'd signed the contract and gone through multitudes of physical and psychological tests. They had to make sure he was capable for this kind of thing. Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to handle it. Everyone knew these dating shows never resulted in finding true love. All that ever came out of them was a few tears from the innocent girls involved and unnecessary drama for the world to laugh at. It was simply mindless entertainment. Strangely enough, now that he thought about it, 'mindless entertainment' was the label of one of the production companies involved with this show, "Rock of Love with Gerard Way"

Swearing he heard a tapping noise, he started looking around for the source, interrupting the hairdresser's pampering while he glanced down. It was his own boot tapping involuntarily on his make up chair.

"Hey, you need a xanax or something?"

The girl started reaching into her purse that had been lying on the makeup counter, her pink lips pursed in frustration as she dug through its contents.

In his head he kept saying 'No, I quit that shit.' But somehow he couldn't say them out loud. Instead he extended his hand and accepted the large white pill. He picked up his half-empty cup of beer and slipped the pill into his mouth, chugging down the rest of his drink to wash it down. Almost immediately he started buzzing, and just smiled vacantly while the girl finished her work.

"Mister Way. Two minutes." The producer stuck his head in and out again. The girl sprayed his mouth with mint and covered him in cologne.

"Thank you muchly." Gerard grinned charmingly and adjusted his red tie before hopping to his feet and sliding into the chilly spring Seattle evening. The substances were loosening him up enough to face the twenty single girls waiting outside to 'fight for his love'. Knowing this was a terrible sign of things to come, he tried to promise himself this would be the last time he'd depend on chemicals to get him through this whole mess. He'd just have to separate himself emotionally from the experience and go through the motions.

"Just wait here till I give you the cue." The same producer stopped him and pushed his headset's ear bud further into his head, listening for some kind of signal.

Gerard's third makeup artist ran up to him and started messing with the same unreasonable bit of bang from before. He rolled his eyes and licked his hand before running the saliva through the hair. To the girl's amazement it worked perfectly and she backed away before whispering.
"Bonne chance."

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Twenty girls stand on a large round platform, their height arranged respectively so no faces are missed, none of them looking at the cameras as they were instructed. The sun can still be seen through scattered clouds and in the distance, rain clouds can be seen threatening to roll in and drench the young hopefuls and destroy their elaborate eye shadows and mascara. All of them have passed through the rigorous trials and interviews to get on the show, and at least claim for it to have been to get a chance at Gerard Way's heart. To their right is a beautiful gothic-style mansion with huge glass windows and black French doors. To their left is a tour bus waiting to take the unlucky seven discards of that night home.

Most are smiling, some out of nervousness and some out of pure excitement.

-The camera zooms in on a girl with a bright red faux hawk and 4-gage earplugs then switches to an interview scene of her. The script at the bottom reads "Vanessa" Her chest and shoulders are covered in tattoos all made visible by her low-cut satin ruby tank top. Perfect white teeth gleam in the camera light behind red lips and her brown eyes get large. "Oh my god, Gerard Way! He's so fucking hot I can't wait to see what he's wearing tonight. I'm just so psyched to be here right now."-

The shot switches back to the girls standing in wait, and Vanessa breaks the silence. "It's colder than a witches titty, am I right?" A few of the girls respond with giggles and some stifled "Hell yeah"s.

-A girl with waist-length black hair with a small purple bow planted on the side rolls her eyes and hugs her elbows. Her interview shot displays the name "Bridget" She wears an extra small black turtleneck that opens up in three horizontal lines on her chest and a silver stud in her nose. Her blue eyes glow as the bright light causes her pupils to turn to pinholes. "I doubt I'll get along with anyone while I'm here... I just want that guy, you know? Or at least I'm here to find out if we could be together. I'm not a huge fan of his music, but something about his stage presence just… I don't know I feel like I could relate to him." She smirks. "Did that sound cheesy?"-

A man steps out into the clearing, tall and buff.

-"Ok that's not Gerard." A small Vietnamese lady dressed in gold comes into focus, standing in the front for her height. The interview scene reveals her name as "Liu" and she's grinning under sharply cut bangs. "Looks like his body guard or something. Maybe he's here to take all these bitches back to the loony bin. Did you see that chick with blue hair?"-

"Alright, ladies." The man has a thick Boston accent and a blue bandana for a hat. "Gerard is about to make his way out here. My name's Kent and I'm here to make sure you guys don't tear him or yourselves up. So behave… or you might get a spanking." He pounds his fist into his other hand and nods suggestively.

-"Ewww." A one-shot of a girl with shocking blue hair in a long bob pops up. The name "Marilyn" scrolls under her face. "That's just nasty." Her Russian accent becomes apparent as she speaks, and she plugs her nose and waves in front of her face in disgust. "I think I'll behave, yah?"-

-"Oh my god oh my god oh my god." A bubbly voice overlays his entrance and the scene switches to a close-up on a girl with a mane of curly strawberry blond hair, retro 60's make-up, silver hoop earrings and a black dress with white polka dots. The name shows "Hillarie" She's sticking her tongue out. "He scares me." She manages to say through a multitude of giggles and snorts.-

"So be on your best behavior, and give some love for our main man… Gerard!"

The girls start cheering and clapping, jumping up and down and shaking their heads in disbelief as Gerard Way strolls out into the fray, his detailed black leather ring-leader jacket hugging his lean body perfectly, girl-cut pants clinging to his legs and stylish leather boots clomping on the cherry wood paneling. His hand grazes up to his red tie nervously and he pauses in his tracks to blush at all the cries of admiration.

-"He's just so adorable!" The one-shot reveals a calico-haired girl with an eyebrow piercing and bright green eyes. The name "Claire" displays. "I just wanna get my backstage pass and have him take me home now. Seriously. Forget this competition." Her little smirk conveys sarcasm, a stray lock of brown hair falling in her face. "We’re so lucky..."-

"Alright." Gerard covers his face to show his embarrassment as the cheers and whistles continue, a huge smile on his face and a gentle humor in his eyes. At last the madness seems to subside and everyone quiets down to listen. "Thank you so much for coming out here. Hope you had a good flight... and all that jazz." He's speaking in a singsong kind of chant and waving his hand in tandem as if to expound upon the cliche of his words. "So let's just cut the shit and start mixing, huh?" He waves his arm towards the mansion and marches inside, shoving his hands in his pockets and throwing shy glances over his shoulder back at them as they follow as calmly as they can manage behind.
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