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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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Disclamer: Don't own, Don't sue, none of its true

“I am sorry for all your trouble, if there is anything I can do please let me know.” With this the man shook their hands apologizing again for the misunderstanding, before turning around and returning to the same room he had once exited. The band turned to leave, making their way back outside.

“We’ll what the fuck are we going to do now!” Gerard kicked a can that was laying on the floor sending it flying and landing with a clank against the ground. He leaned himself against the van, and pulled out a cigarette and began smoking it anxiously.

“What took so long? Ya’ll fuck each other or something” Matt asked climbing out of the back of the van and lighting up a cigarette for himself.

“They double booked we’re not playing” Frank huffed out with a puff of smoke, glaring at Matt.

“What do you mean not playing what are we going to do for money!” Matt who was previously leaning against the van was now standing up enraged.

“I don’t know” Gerard who had remained silent shouted rubbing his temples and frustration, trying to come up with an idea.

“Were stuck here you know, stuck here till we get money! I know we’ll just whore you out Frank, you’d get us some money, and I’d bet you’d love it!!!” Matt was shouting at all four of them, but staring directly at Frank.

“Shut the fuck up Matt, and no were not necessarily stuck here, we need to come up with about a hundred dollars, we have that between us. Right?” Ray said as he was looking at a map. Ray was always the one you could count on to have a map or know how much something would cost, what it would take to get it done, or how long it would take as well, very smart and plan dependable.

“Yeah, I guess we might, I have 22.36, what about you Gee?” Mikey had pulled out his wallet, and was searching for all his money, all the others did the same except Matt.

“Well we have twenty or so from last night so that’s 42, Gee, Frank” Ray was gathering money from all of them.

“15.67” Gerard said handing over his cash.

“10.08” Frank sighed handing over the money knowing he had the least amount of al of them.

“67 dollars or so, I have 20 so that’s 87, Matt please tell me you have 13 dollars!” Ray and everyone looked up at him.

“Don’t look at me, I’m broke!” Matt had turned his pockets inside out showing he indeed was broke.

“Fuck, short by 13 dollars!” Ray sighed as he recounted the money to ensure he was correct.

“Well we can make it on that can’t we?” Mikey was cleaning his glasses as he said this, a nervous habit he started years ago.

“Well gas, maybe if we don’t brake to much and drive without the air-conditioning.” Ray who had only taken 3 weeks of auto shop, knew all the shortcuts on saving gas. The band knew plenty of ways to cut corners and save cash. Ray knew the most.

“You remember that our next concert was going to be a battle of the bands, 50 dollar entry fee. If we wing we get 500 dollars” Ray was trying to find some extra cash in the van.

“So were 63 dollars short not 13” Gerard said finishing off his cigarette and dropping it to the ground.

“Yeah it seems that way, we won’t have food but we get around 63 dollars we might be able to get something.” Ray said giving up his search of the van.

“Well that guy said to ask if we needed anything” Mikey said motioning back to the door.

“ You wanna ask a stranger for 50 dollars?” Frank had finished his cigarette and pulled out another.

“It’s the least he could do we drove all the way down here, he sort of owes it to us”

“Yeah I guess your right Mikey, lets go ask.” Gerard had already turned around and was heading back towards the building. They walked back into the building to find the band practicing they sounded really good actually. This time the manager was not in the VIP looking room but out and watching the band. Hearing the door close he turned around and he smiled as they approached.

“Why hello again” The man shook all their hands again.

“Is something wrong” the man enquired after noticing the look of concern etched on all their faces.

“Yeah uh I don’t really know how to say this” Gerard hand was in his hair scratching as he searched for the words to ask for money.

“We used about a hundred dollars to get here, and were expecting to make some money tonight to travel back…” Frank spoke up for Gerard as he was still scratching his head.
“Your asking for a hundred dollars?” the mans eye brows raised and arms crossed.

“No, no, we need 50 dollars to get back and pay for our next concert.” Gerard said cutting Frank off before he could say anything.

“Well one of our bartenders called in sick and we can’t find a replacement. Any of you good at mixing drinks?” Gerard stepped forward.

“O.K. O.K. you got the job, I’ll give you 50 bucks at the end of the night.” The man had walked them over to the bar and poured a glass for himself.

“Be here by six, if the rest of you need work I’ll try to find something.” The man downed the drink in one gulp.

“Thank you so much Mr. Winston we’ll be here at six sharp!” Ray extended his hand and shook it before they turned around to leave. Exiting back out of the building they sighed with relief. They all hated barrowing money. It felt wired to them. Climbing into the van they informed Matt of the plan.

“What we going to do until then?” Frank turned in his seat and asked.

“We got three hours. I vote for NOT getting stoned or hammered because we need the money!” Gerard was staring at Matt and Frank.

“Well the only free place we can go is the park” an evil smile spread over Franks face.

“Cops and Robbers anyone?” With that Frank leapt forward in his seat, wrapping his arm around Gerard’s neck and pulling him against the seat, out of no were Frank had pulled out a gun and pressed it to Gerard’s temple.

“Yeah sounds fun to me” Gerard just smiled back at Frank.

“Yeah! We haven’t played in awhile” Mikey had already grabbed his bag and was searching for his gun as well.

“Sure sounds fun” Ray started the van and pulled out of the parking lot.

“What about you Matty, wanna play?” With that Frank moved from Gerard to Matt, leaning into him with a seductive look on his face, placing the gun against Matts temple.

“Get off me faggot!” Matt shoved Frank with a harsh thrust making his back hit the wall inside the van.
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