Gerard's P.O.V
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One month later.
I frown as Mrs Harper asks what songs I've picked for the regionals next week. I've been so preoccupied. With Frank mainly.
"You said three right?" I asked.
"Of course." She answered, simply.
Damn. I have to think. Which three.
"I think 'I'm Not Okay' to start. It'll reel em in." Frank suggested.
"So the tie breaker should be 'Welcome To The Black Parade'" I muttered.
Everyone frowned. "We've not heard that one." Mrs Harper said.
"I only wrote it a couple of weeks ago." I stated.
"Will you sing it for us after you tell us your winning song?" She asked.
I smile. "Sure." I think I can work out my last song. "Maybe 'Desolation Row' for the winning one."
Again Mrs Harper frowned. "We haven't heard that one either." She writes the song choices down. Then looks back up at me. "What are those two songs about?"
"Black parade is death. Desolation row I guess is violence." I answer as simply as I can.
"Can you sing 'Desolation Row' first then?"
"Sure." I smile at her.
The guys, including Frank, follow me on stage. After I spend some time on explaining what they needed to do, I turned to the mic. The beat started up and I was in the zone.
"They're selling postcards of the hanging,
Well they're painting the passports brown,
And the beauty parlor's filled with sailors,
The circus is in town.
Oh now look here comes the blind commissioner,
Well they got him in a trance,
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker,
The other's in his pants.
And the riot squad they're restless,
They need somewhere to go,
As lady and I look out tonight,
From Desolation Row.
Cinderella, she seems so easy,
"Well it takes one to know one," she smiles,
And she puts her hands in her back pockets,
Oh Bette Davis style.
And here comes Romeo, moaning,
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
After then the only sound that's left,
After the ambulances go,
Is Cinderalla sweeping up" I do a sweeping movement with my left hand.
"On Desolation Row."
I scream pretty loud as a music interval kicks in.
"Now at midnight all the agents,
And superhuman crew,
YOU ARE READING
Tell Me I'm An Angel
RandomThere's a new boy in Franks Music class. Franks determined to get to know him. But the boy just keeps to himself. He seems withdrawn. The only person he interacts with is a new kid with glasses. How can Frank get this boy to be his?
