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Liar (It Takes One to Know One)	By : LadyRevenge Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2094 -:- 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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I was showered and dressed with makeup on and hair fixed in a record 20 minutes, and I was very proud of myself. I had even managed to shave! I checked on Adam one more time before leaving, and found him naked and completely out from under the covers, sprawled on the bed in such a way that visions of a murder scene came to mind. I snickered to myself as I closed the door and headed outside. As I rounded the back of the bus, I suddenly realized I had no idea what stage MCR was on. There were a couple of guys standing next to the bus behind Adam’s, so I approached them, hoping they would know which stage I needed to get to.
“Hey,” I smiled, stepping over to where they were. When I got close enough, my eyes widened as I realized who it was.
“Hey yourself. What can we do for you?” His eyes crept down my body and I froze like a deer in headlights. It was Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day! They were my fucking heroes when I was in high school and I immediately felt like a 12 year old at a New Kids on the Block concert. I shook myself back together in my head and managed a smile.
“I’m trying to find out where My Chemical Romance is playing tonight.” I nervously shoved my fists deep into my hoodie’s pockets. Billie Joe smiled sweetly and turned his head to look in the direction of the stages.
“You see that big, blow up FUSE sign over the top of that tent?” He pointed then, and glanced over to see if I was looking.
“Yeah, I see it.”
“Their stage is just on the other side of that sign. You can’t miss it.” He smacked the gum he was chewing and again looked me up and down. I knew he was a happily married family man though, and it creeped me out a little that he was looking at me that way. Tres Cool was standing there with him, but he seemed to be too enthralled in his Sidekick to even notice Billie Joe was talking to someone other than him.
“Thank you,” I smiled, relieved that he was able to lead me in the right direction.
“No problem. Glad to help. Have a good time!” I started walking away, and when he spoke to me again I turned around and waved.
“Thanks!” I got the hell outta there fast. I didn’t want to be late and miss the show. And I was really hoping that I could stand backstage instead of in the crowd because I really was not looking to get beat to hell in a mosh pit or fallen on by a crowd surfer that night. Just as Billie “creepy” Joe had said, I found MCR’s stage on the other side of the FUSE sign. Their backdrop banner was sprawled across the entire back wall of the stage, and it billowed lazily in the evening breeze. There were SO MANY screaming idiots near the front of the stage and even more crowded around the chain link fence behind the stage, I was just certain I would have to stand fifty yards away to see them play. I was determined though to at least try to get backstage, so I wormed my way through the sea of people at the backstage fence and managed to make it to the front of the gate. I saw Mikey walking away from the fence and if I didn’t act then, I was going to lose my chance to get backstage.
“Mikey! Mikey it’s me! Mikey it’s Jordyn!!” I hoped like hell he heard me and realized what I said. And for that matter, I hope he even remembered me. His head whipped around and he peered back towards me. I waved and jumped up and down a couple of times, but probably blended right in with the rest of the girls. I screamed at him again, hoping he’d see me that time. He turned around and started walking back towards me. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as he stepped up in front of me.
“Hey! What are you doing on that side of the fence?” I thought it was a really stupid question, but I didn’t say anything.
“Trying to get on your side!” I laughed, and he cracked a smile and giggled quietly. I barely heard him from the roar of the crowd because apparently Bob had gotten on stage and started banging around on his drums, just to get the crowd riled up I thought.
“Well you have to go around there and come in that back gate. I’ll meet you there so they’ll know to let you in. Do you have a pass?” I shook my head and frowned, knowing I should have grabbed one from Adam’s bus. I saw a couple lying on the coffee table but I forgot all about them when I walked out.
“Okay, just meet me over there.” I nodded and turned to push my way through the crowd until I came to a small clearing in the people. There was a barricade set up around a wooden gate and two security guys standing there chatting. When I stepped right over the barrier, they both took a macho stance and stepped up to me.
“You can’t come back here,” the black one said, thrusting his thumb behind him, pointing to the gate.
“Yes I can. I’m meeting Mikey from MCR here. He told me to come around here. I’m with the band Taking Back Sunday. I forgot to grab my pass off their bus.” The white guy blatantly laughed in my face and shook his head. I wanted to kick him in his shriveled up nut sack. The black guy turned towards the gate and
acted like he halfway believed me; like he was looking for Mikey to come out.
“You know how many times we’ve heard stories just like yours? Get outta here, honey. Go around to the front and watch from there where you belong.” I was livid. I evil-eyed him worse than I had anyone in my life and took a deep breath in frustration.
“Listen fuckwad! You go in there and get Mikey and tell him Jordyn is out here wai...” Just then the gate swung open and Mikey was stepping over to us.
“She’s with us guys,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me into the gate. I turned around and flipped the white guy off and blew the black guy a kiss (because he wasn’t mean) as we trotted into the gate and closed it.
“Thank you so much Mikey!” I smiled at him and hooked arms with him as we walked up to the back of the stage.
“Where’s Adam?” he asked, giving me a puzzled look.
“He fell asleep.” Mikey nodded like he completely understood.
“Yeah, he’s famous for that shit. But at least you got to come. You’ve never seen us before have you?”
“No and I am really looking forward to it. I love your new song. It’s very powerful.”
“Thanks. I like it too. It’s done well since we released it.” I nodded as we continued to walk. I happened to glance up some steps leading to the stage and standing there was Gerard, staring back at me. He almost looked mad. He saw my arm linked with Mikey’s I was sure, and I thought that he thought I was flirting around behind Adam’s back. I later found out how very wrong I was. Gerard came down the steps and stood at the bottom, smoking a cigarette. Mikey led me over to him and then let go of my arm so he could go up on stage and do something; he didn’t really say. So I decided to take a smoke break myself with Gerard.
“Hey,” I smiled, pulling my pack of Camel Lights out of my hoodie pocket. Gerard just nodded at me, but didn’t say anything.
“Where’s Adam?” he suddenly spurted, eyeing me out of the corner of his stare. I felt a little insulted that he would even suggest that I would fuck around on Adam, and I almost said it to him. But then I thought better of it since he and Adam were close friends. I didn’t want to ruin anything for them.
“He fell asleep in the bus. I didn’t have the heart to wake him.” I took a long drag of my cigarette and exhaled loudly. Gerard just nodded at my answer and looked around at all the people that were smashed up against the fence I was standing at not three minutes beforehand. They all seemed to be screaming Gerard’s name all at the same time. It was almost deafening. I heard a few “you fucking bitch” and “slut!” being screamed, and I knew immediately they were directed at me because I was standing there with Gerard talking and smoking. I was just plotting to be really evil and flirt with him to piss the teeny boppers off even more when he interrupted my thought process.
“So Mikey rescued you from the crowd?” He seemed a little more at ease.
“Yeah, thank God! He’s a life saver. The asshole security guy over there was a real prick. I wanted to kick him in the balls, but Mikey came too fast.” I suddenly realized how bad that sounded. I glanced over at Gerard to see if he realized what I had said. He was looking down, and I could tell he was trying really hard not to burst into a fit of laughter.
“That didn’t come out right,” I said, and that was all he could stand. He started laughing, and of course I did too.
“I’m sorry. I know that sounded really bad.” I added extra flirtiness to my behaviour by putting my hand on Gerard’s arm as I leaned forward to share the laugh with him. He didn’t mind it, and so I stole a glance over my shoulder at all the girls screaming at us and about seven of them gave me the finger. It only made me laugh harder. They wished like hell they were me, and it was rather pathetic. I was almost getting annoyed at all the profanities being thrown at me, so when Gerard and I finally calmed down from our bout of laughter, I
asked him about it.
“How can you stand people screaming your name everywhere you go?”
“Well, put it this way, I won’t ever forget who I am.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled. It was the first real time he had looked me right in the eye for more than a split second, and he was only about a foot away from my face with his own. We had to be that close to hear each other, and I certainly didn’t mind. His eyes were an almost Army green, overlaid with a light mocha. They were breathtaking. His long, thick lashes framed them like an expensive fur coat for the eyes. His perfect nose sat above his near perfect lips, and his smile
was just absolutely intoxicating to me. But I decided that my favorite thing about his face was the cute way his mouth would go crooked when he talked. It was just adorable! And the more he talked to me, the more I caught myself watching his mouth move instead of looking into his eyes as he spoke like I normally would with anyone else. I was always taught to look people in the eye when you talked to them because it showed them you were listening to what they had to say. He had already made me break one of my personal rules. I wondered to myself how many more he would make me break along the way. I found myself nibbling mindlessly at my bottom lip and gazing intently at his mouth as he talked. I had to snap myself out of it and tear my eyes from the bliss that was his lips.
“I think they are jealous that I’m talking to you.” He shook his head and threw his cigarette butt on the ground, twisting the toe of his shoe over it to stub it out.
“I know. Sometimes it can get crazy. But really, if it weren’t for the fans, we wouldn’t be where we are now.” I nodded in agreement as we both stood watching everyone screaming, jumping around, waving and taking pictures. Ray was the only one in the band that was over there signing autographs, but it didn’t look like he was doing very many. I didn’t see him when I first came up there or I would have talked to him instead of screaming for Mikey. But I was safe inside the gates now, so I was grateful Mikey had been there.
“Ray better hurry because we’re supposed to be on in like three minutes.” I took out my cell phone and looked at the time. It was exactly three minutes until seven.
“That’s amazing! You are right on the money.” I put my phone back in my pocket and smiled at Gerard.
“Nah...I just know what Bob does every night and he usually plays around out there for about seven minutes. And he plays the same thing every night, so I pretty much know when he’s almost done.”
“Ahh, I see. So he does that as sort of a signal to you guys to get ready to play or something?”
“Yeah, in a way he does. Personally, I think he just likes to hear everyone scream when he comes out and sits down to play before the rest of us does.” I giggled and shook my head. Ray came up to us just then and stopped to chat a minute.
“Hey Jordyn! Glad you could come. Where’s Adam?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes being that Ray’s asking was the third time someone had said that to me. Luckily though, Gerard answered for me. He was very sweet.
“He’s sleeping in the bus.” I nodded in agreement.
“Thank you Gerard.” I smiled at him, and as Ray laughed, shook his head and ran up the stairs, Gerard winked at me and I saw a hint of blush surfacing on the apples of his cheeks. I smiled and then shyly looked at my Chucks. Suddenly they seemed very intriguing to me for some strange reason.
“Well, I better go. Come with me and I’ll find you a sitting place to watch if you want.”
“Yeah that’d be great! Anything is better than getting mauled to death out front.” Gerard laughed his infectious laugh again as I followed him up the stairs and onto the stage. I got a glimpse of the crashing waves of the sea of people from Gerard’s point of view. I had never been on a stage in front of so many people in my life. It was very scary, but exhilarating at the same time. If I got that excited just watching from backstage, I could only imagine how thrilling it was for the guys to get out there and do their thing. I had a sudden, overpowering desire to be a rock star.
“Here. You can sit on this. Just don’t kick your feet much, okay?” Gerard had stopped in front of a huge trunk like box with wheels. It was one of their equipment boxes I figured out. It had graffiti and stickers all over it and “My Chemical Romance” was stenciled in big white letters on the ends.
“Don’t kick my feet?” I was momentarily puzzled.
“Yeah. The wheels have brakes on them, but if they get moved around too much they’ll come off and you’ll go rolling offstage.” I grimaced and Gerard saw my expression.
“Don’t worry. Just sit still and you’ll be okay.” I nodded and took a deep breath. It was hot and I was starting to perspire. I turned towards the trunk and gauged it to see if I could hop up on it by myself. It was too high. Gerard saw what I was doing and touched me on the shoulder.
“Here. I’ll help you up.” I turned to face him and before I could do anything, he slid his hands around my waist and stepped right up to me. I could feel his breath on my lips he was so close. I opened my mouth some and looked at nothing but his mouth and eyes. He gave me the sexiest look as he bent his knees and lifted me up on top of the box. My body slid up the front of his for a moment and I suddenly got lightheaded. Once he was sure I was securely on top, he slid his hands from my waist and let them trail down my thighs for just a moment longer than he should have before taking them away completely. I looked down at him and smiled. He didn’t say anything else to me, he only winked as he backed up and turned away from me. Someone was announcing the band and the crowd went up in a fit of screams and whistles. Just as he was about to run out on stage from behind the black curtain, he turned to me and pointed. “Don’t kick your feet!” he yelled, smiling devilishly as he left my view momentarily to run out on stage. But from where I was seated (safely I hoped), I could see him perfectly through a large space in the curtains. I pulled my feet into a tight Indian style so I wouldn’t be tempted to swing them the least little bit and settled in to watch the show.
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