Turns out my dad is Gerard Way

"I live with my uncle"

"Okay, so the music project is to do a cover of a song but we have to make the tune our own..." James stares at the piece of paper on the table and then rubs the back of his head, making his dark brown hair stand up. "Any ideas?"
Bryan offers up an idea to which Bobby pipes up, saying that's what they did last time. They guys all come up with ideas before I think of something.
"Hey, um... what are your favourite bands?" I say and they all turn to look at me curiously.
"Where are you going with this?" David says quietly. He's a quiet guy. I've barely known him for twenty minutes and I can practically feel the cold guy vibes.
"Well, lets say... I don't know, MCR is our mutual favourite band. Why don't we just combine various songs by them together? We could start off with the piano keys from 'Welcome to the black parade' do the first verse then change it to a screaming verse from 'Helena'."
They all stare at me, dumbstruck. I blush slightly and sit back, mumbling. "It was just an idea..."
James shakes his head. "It's fucking fabulous, I'm voting for E's idea!"
The guys agree and we begin mapping it out and spend the rest of the lesson going through what parts to do. I'm excited that they went for my idea.

School's finished for the day and Gerard had texted me just before music ended, saying he couldn't pick me up and that I had to walk home. Oh well, I don't really mind that much.
I'm walking out the main building when I hear someone shouting my name. I turn to see James, Bobby, Bryan and David hurrying to catch up with me.
"Where do you think you're going, E?" Bryan asks, light brown eyes catching the sun that was shining hard today.
"Home?"
David shakes his head and scowls. "We're all going to James' to work on the project. C'mon."

I amble beside Bobby, who's humming something under his breath. It doesn't sound like anything except bashes and I want to know what it is that he's humming. But I don't. I'm too shy for my own good sometimes.
James goes up the driveway at a large three storey brick house and as he opens the door and walks in, I think to myself at how familiar these guys are. Where have I met them before, though? I was raised in England and I'm guessing it was New Jersey for these four. It's so strange.
"We'll be in the home studio!" James shouts out. "Don't come down 'cause we're busy on a music project!"
He then swings a door open that's just a few steps away from the staircase, revealing another set of stairs which we go down. I gaze around in wonder at the actual home studio James mentioned. I personally thought he was joking, but I was wrong.
Bobby makes a beeline to the drumkit and plants himself behind it, causing Bryan to laugh his head off at the smallish figure sitting at the giant drumkit. James passes a guitar to Bryan (James already has his own) and David picks up a different one... a bass? I'm clueless right now.
"Okay, E do you know the notes for the piano keys?" Bryan asks, strumming quietly.
"Yeah, I was forced to learn it for a music assignment ages ago," I frown and then point at the keyboard in the corner. "Should I go and play?"
James nods and I can feel them all watching me as I perch on the very edge of the stool before the instrument and place my stretched fingers on the keys. I exhale a small breath I didn't know I was holding and began to play.
I finished the intro but continue playing the rest of the song, singing as well without realising it. I finish and just freeze, feeling my muscles tense up, waiting for the hisses of failure and idiot and moron.
Instead there's clapping. I turn around curiously and the guys are all grinning their heads off, even David who hasn't smiled once in my presence.
"Fuck you're great," James says happily. "Right, so we've got our painist, bassist, guitarist, drummer and vocalist -"
"Vocalists." David says bluntly.
"What?" James asks, looking at him through his fringe.
David shrugs nonchalantly. "You sing too, James. You've always been our singer. And if we have you and E singing it would make a great contrast."
"Yeah, dude's right," Bobby says. "Can we practice now?"
James helps me with dragging the keyboard over towards the microphone so I can sing and still be able to play the notes.
"Okay, basic run through number one," Bryan says. "Ready?"
When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said 'son when you grow up will you be the saviour of the broken the beaten and the damned? Because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade.' When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said 'son when you grow up will you be the saviour of the broken the beaten and the damned?' Sing it for the boys sing it for the girls everytime that you lose it sing it for the world, sing it from the heart, sing it till you're nuts sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts, sing it for the deaf sing it for the blind sing about everyone that you left behind, it for the world sing it for the world!
Well I was there on the day they sold the cause for the queen and when the lights all went out we watched our lives on the screen, I hate the ending myself but it started with an alright scene. So gimme all your poison, and gimme all your pills and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill you're running after something that you'll never kill if this is what you want then fire at will.
Where where will we stand when all the lights go out across these city streets where were you when all of the embers fell I still remember them covered in ash covered in glass covered in all my friends.... can you stake my heart? Can you stake me before the sun goes down?...
And you only live forever in the lights you make.When we were young we used to say that you'll only hear the music when your heart begins to break and we are the kids from yesterday.
For all the dirty looks the photographs your boyfriend took remember when you broke your foot jumping out the second floor - I'm not okay! I'm not okay! I'm not okay you wear me out!
I see you lying next to me, with words I thought I'd never speak awake and unafraid asleep or dead. I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone honey if you stay I'll be forgiven nothing you can say can stop me going home -
We'll carry on! We'll carry  on and though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on we'll carry on and though you're broken and defeated your weary widow marches on we'll carry on!

It's getting dark by the time Bryan, James and David have written our song mix on sheet paper and by then I've texted Gerard and he would be picking me up from James' house.
The others have gone and James and me are sitting on the sofas in his house's living room while we wait.
"So when did you move to Belleville?" He asks, drawing something on his hand. It's an intricate design.
"Last week, I moved to live with my dad and had to leave my two best friends behind," I sigh and look over at James. "How long have you lived here?"
"Since I was... twelve. I moved in with my uncle after my parents had a huge argument and I refused to live with them until they sorted it out."
"Oh, so they're still arguing now?"
James shakes his head. "Nah, I just love it here. My three best friends live here and a new friend is sitting in this room with me."
There were footsteps running down the stairs and suddenly the living room door swings open and someone charges and lands on the sofa.
"Hey, E." Says Frank Iero.