ETF, ISMFOF, and SIL on Warped Tour this year!!!

     i just got back from camp and i went through my friends list and deleted A LOT of people. if you care enough, go through it and try to find yourself. if you want to be added back then message me or something.

     Author's Note: Ok, so I actually had to write a song for this one and it wasn't very easy. Pleeze don't tell me it sucks because I already know about that one, which is the reason for the title. This chapter also has a reference to the MCR eyeliner thing, hehe. Enjoy, buzz, comment!

     Howard gave me the "thumbs up" which was the signal to start.

     "Ok all. This is called 'The Cheesiest Song You'll Ever Hear' because it is. Must I remind you...I wrote it all at 3 am and was kinda caffeine high, so don't kill me if it sucks. This is all yours, Gerard."

     Since you can't hear the song, I'm just going to write out the lyrics for you.

 

                                 THE CHEESIEST SONG YOU'LL EVER HEAR

Keep me holding on/ when the winter days grow long/ no longer I can say/ that I cannot be strong

Staying by my side/ so I can coincide/ with everything around me/ this feeling I can't describe

                                                             CHORUS

See me through these days/ like and everlasting dawn/ a brilliant ray of sunlight/ forever glowing on

An awesome inspiration/ an understanding shadow/ I'll take a step toward you/ so you can show what you know

                                                         END CHORUS

I don't know what to do/ when I am around you/ speechlessness takes over/ and I'm amazed, too

That we've come so far/ from that crazy drive in my car/ in such little time/ I've never known this before

                                                            CHORUS

I hope this moment of truth/ will forever remind you/ times we've had and times to come/ You I'm never hiding from

                                                          CHORUS x2

                                                              END

 

     The whole time that I was performing this song I tried to keep my focus on the guitar and my voice, for fear that Gerard would look completely sickened  by what he was hearing. But when I finally looked up, he was smiling and his eyes were all glazed over like he was about to cry, which (from the reaction of the occupants of the room) I don't think he's ever done before.

     "Gerard, please tell me it wasn't that bad. After all, I did warn you."

     He slowly walked into the soundbooth, shoved down the guitar, yanked me up by the hand, and dragged me outside.

     Once out in the parking lot, he took both of my hands and looked me straight in the eye.

     "You did all that for me? That whole thing? At 3 am?" he said with a look of disbelief.

     "Yea, I did. You were doing all these things for me and I just thought I should  "

     At that moment my speech was cut off by the biggest hug/kiss combo that was humanly possible, that continued for what seemed like an eternity, but I never wanted it to stop.

     "You are truely the best, most gifted, beautiful, and loving girlfriend in the world. I love you so much, Jessica. You'll never even know..."

     "Maybe I won't but I can imagine. Just as you can or can at least try to. I'm the luckiest person alive just to know you, Gerard. I hope you understand that."

     "I think I do. Come on, let's go." He took my hand and led me back inside the over-populated room.

     "Alright, I know Black Friday has only recorded two songs, well really one I guess. But are you ready to go? They can come back to do more, right Howie?" Gerard asked.

     "Hell yeah! Of course they can come back! Anytime!"

     "Great! Is that ok with all of you?" This time, Gerard's question was directed towards everyone else.

     After a bit of mixed conversation, we had thanked Howard and were heading back to the vans.

     "What was that about?" Frank asked Gerard as we were driving back to the hotel.

     "I just think we all need some time to relax after all this touring. Tomorrow we leave for Utah adn there's no way I'm going to Canada without having some fun."

     I was sitting next to Gerard and upon hearing this, immediatly became curious as to what we were going to do. I mean, there wasn't a show tonight and it was only 4:00. My thoughts were interupted when I became aware that he was staring at me.

     "Whatcha thinking about?" he questioned in his 5 year old tone.

     "What you have in mind for the rest of the day. Or did you do that 'stop the recording' thing on an impulse?"

     "No, I was forming a plan. But I'm gonna make you wait and see what it is."

     "Ok," I said. "As long as you're with me, I'm good."

     "Same here. Get prepared for the best Canadian experience of your whole life. And also drink a lot of coffeine. You'll probably need it on account of your late-night song writing escapade."

     "By the way, remind me never to write a song that early on that much caffeine again." I rubbed my eyes for dramatic effect.

     "He he! Ok, I'll try."

     "The song wasn't that bad, actually," said Frankie from the backseat. "It was pretty good. Well, I liked it."

     "Thanks Frankie. It's nice to know I have some friends, MEG. I'm not trying to point fingers or anything, though MEG."

     "Well if you're not pointing fingers, JESSICA, then why do you keep saying my name?" she asked with a smart-ass look.

     "I'm not. I'm just trying to make a point. MEG."

     "I give up!" she said and fell back against the seat with mock defeat.

     "We're here, guys," the driver blurted.

     We all got out and made our way upstairs with Frank singing "O, Canada". He never fails to entertain and soon all of us were singing along, quite loudly, all the way up to our rooms.

     "Everyone needs to come to our room in about 20 minutes," Gerard shouted, since he was calling the shots right now.

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     Making our way to Gerard's room (no pun intended), Meg, Jade, and I heard this deafening noise. It sounded like a wrestiling match, so we all figured the T.V. was up too high. We didn't know what was really going on until we walked in.

     "What the hell is this?" Meg asked when she saw Frankie, Mikey, Gerard, Davey, and Jade (Puget) on the floor in a big heap, each attacking everyone else with different techniques. All the people that weren't involved in the fight were standing around and cheering for any random person to win.

     Meredith was screaming her lungs out for Mikey along with Ray, Adam Carson, M., Jimmy, and Fred.

     Gerard was being cheered for by Matt, Hunter, Syn, and Johnny. I would've cheered bt it was too much fun hearing the death threats shouted by the participants.

     Frankie was being encouraged by Meg, Bob, and Jenna.

     Jade by, well, Jade with Adam Lazzara and Ed Reyes.

     Davey had the rest, which was Sarah, Mark, adn Zacky. I found it funny that no members of MCR were cheering for Gerard and Davey and Jade weren't being backed up by their bandmates either.

     "That looks like fun," I told Meg, Jade, Sarah, Meredtih, and Jenna when they had free breaths.

     "Oh yeah," Sarah said.

     "You know it!" Jenna exclaimed.

     "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Jade asked me.

     "That kinda depends on whether that makes sense or not, but I'm pretty sure we're on the same page."

     By now Meg had caught on to my plan and informed the other girls.

     "Meg, start counting," I commanded.

     "One."

     "Two."

     "Three!"

     At that point we launched ourselves through the air and landed in the middle of the continuing wrestling match.

     This excited the "crowd", as you can imagine because, I mean, they are guys right?

     Most of the reactions from the guys we just jumped on was a simple "holy shit!", which wasn't that shocking.

     The cheering and headlocks went on for about 15 more minutes, at which point the manager came up and told us to shut up or get out, so our fun was ruined right there.

     "Damn! That was almost like a clothed ten-some, except better!" Frankie said after he caught his breath.

     "So was that fight for fun or did something hapen to make you attack each other like that?" I asked Gerard from atop his lap.

     "Actually, Frank stole my eyeliner and ate Mikey's Tostitos, so we had to get even."

     "But how did Jade and Davey get involved?"

     "Oh, they didn't see us on the floor when they walked in and fell into the mosh."

     "Ha ha! I blame their bangs for that!" I laughed out.

     "Yeah, me too," Jade (Puget) said.

     "So what do you have planned for what little of the day is left?" The questions just kept pouring out of me.

     "You never get tired, do ya?" See! I told you! "I don't know. It kinda depends on what you all want to do and if you want to do it as a group," Gerard explained.

     "Who votes one huge group?" I shouted.

     Almost everyone put their hand up.

     "Group it is then. Now who votes golf carts?"

 

     "No, nothing can stop us now. Get carried away..." -Luckie St. -Cartel

     Author's Note: Oh yea! Finally hit double digits! And now I'm going to actually form paragraphs...I know, you can be proud of me. By the way, I'll be at camp all next week, so I can't post but I gave you double this time around to satisfy your cravings, haha. Please don't be mad at me for not posting in a long time cuz I'm lazy, sorry. Enjoy, buzz, and comment!

     I grabbed my coffee out of the microwave and made my way back to the bed, not even caring to put anything in it.

     Song, right. Song. Song. Caffeine.

     I had already found myself closing my eyes so I downed the liquid heart-attack adn picked up my guitar and writing materials. I knew the first step in writing a song was brainstorming, so I listed all the good things about Gerard, which took a really long time. This was going to be the cheesiest, most caffeine-induced love song in the history of everything.

     I put in an AFI CD, thinking Davey's delicate lines would somehow inspire me.

     Yes! I had the first line of the song! And then the next! 5 minutes later, I had a verse, a hook, and a chorus.  This was coming easier than I thought, but then again I was writing about Gerard.  Or at least someone the strongly resembled him, because I think it's kind of gross to write a song describing stuff about a person or actually using their name.

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     3 hours and 7 cups of coffee later, I finally had the whole song written out with the guitar part.

     I had to perform it solo because (1) I'm Gerard's girlfriend and (2) because there wasn't enough time for the rest of the band to learn it.

     I completely passed out at 7 am and was sound asleep until I felt Gerard's lips on mine.

     "Good morning! How late did you stay up?" he said, gesturing to the 8 empty styrofoam cups sitting on the table.

     "Till 7 and I'm not doing that again. At least not by myself."

     "We have to be at the studio at 1," he informed in-between kisses.

     "What time is it now?"

     "11. All the others are at breakfast right now."

     "Shit! Get me up!" I demanded while holding my arms out to him. He stood up (still on the bed) and pulled me into his arms. The only downside to this was that he pulled a bit too hard and we both ended up in a tangled blob on the floor.

     "Gerard, if you're gonna be my boyfriend, you have to get a lot better at not breaking both of our necks! That was kinda fun, though." I got up and he stayed on the floor, I guess to wait for me to get dressed. I took a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt from my suitcase and went into the bathroom to get dressed.

     "Where's the fun in being shy?" Gerard said.

     "Uhm, everywhere you perve!" I shouted back.

     When I came out, Gerard was going through my suitcase and I noticed that there was a small pile of clothes lying on the floor.

     "What're you doing?" I asked curiously.

     "I'm picking out your outfit."

     "For what?"

     "For wherever we're going tonight," he answered.

     "Ok, but why're you picking it out?"

     "Cuz I know what you look good in. When you think about it, it makes sense." He looked at me convincingly, then closed the suitcase, took my hand, and headed for the door.

     It was 12:30 before we all were done eating/throwing food at each other (we seem to do that a lot).

     The recording studio was only 15 minutes away, but it took 10 to get Frankie off Meg's back and into the van. Sarah, Jenna, and Jade brought along their boyfriends and we had to take 3 vans total. GM needs to make bigger vehicles or something!

     Frankie and Meg were doing the normal, as were Meredith and Mikey, and Gerard was sitting on my lap, which he seemed to enjoy very much. I wasn't complaining though, sitting on regular seats is boring.

     I started playing with his hair and he let me without protest, which was cute.

     "Your hair's really soft," I told him.

     "Thank you? It isn't long enough to braid, dang it!"

     "I could put it in little pony-tails," I offered.

     "Ok, yeah! This is fun!"

     "Are you acting like you're 5 again?"

     "Maybe I am 5!" he said with a fake pouty look.

     "Well then I feel weird dating a 5 year old but you're hot, so I'll keep you." I had started to put in the small rubber bands adn Gerard had about 7 clumps of hair sticking out of his head in any given direction.

     "Ha ha! You look funny!" Frankie was pointing at Gerard's head with a bully-ish look.

     "That's the whole point. I think," Meg said with puzzlement.

     "Well, kinda. It's definatley not normal," I explained.

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     We all walked into the studio in a big jumbled heap of bodies, which was expected.

     Their producer, Howard Benson, was sitting down in front of a complicated looking piece of equipment.

     "Is this Black Friday?" Howard asked after greetings were exchanged.

     "Yep, in all their girlish glory," Bob replied (yea, I know. He talks).

     "Well, the instruments are already set up. There's basically everything in that soundbooth." Howard led us girls into the booth while the guys crowded around outside.

     The conversation while we were warming up sounded a bit like this:

Ray: Do you think they're good?

Mikey: I don't know. Ask Gerard.

Ray: Are they?

Gerard: I don't know for sure, but I do know Jessica's an amazing guitar player.

Zacky: How amazing?

Gerard: She learned the instrumental break to "The Sharpest Lives" in under 5 minutes.

Syn: Woah.

Matt: Oh my God!

Gerard: Yeah. I don't know how she sings, though or about the rest of the band for that matter.

Jade: Well, they sound pretty damn good warming up.

Howard: I'm ready when you are.

     "Ok people, try to impress your boyfriends!" Sarah yelled.

     "1, 2, 3, 4!"

     The guys fell silent and listened intently as we played our first song entitiled Empty Broken Lies. I could tell just by looking at the scene on the other side of the glass tha everyone was impressed. Howard Benson could barely keep his mouth shut and almost all the other guys were wide eyed.

     When the song was over, the applause was nearly defeaning and all our boyfriends and some of the single guys ran in and practically killed all the instruments with their violent hugs.

     Gerard squeezed me so hard that I almost blacked out from sheer blood pressure.

     "Ok, ok! I get that you love me and I love you too, but do you want me to pop?!?"

     "Sorry, it's just that that was amazing! Why didn't you tell me you sing that great?"

     "Uhmm...cuz you never really asked?"

     "Oh, right. I didn't ask. Like that's a good reason," he said and kept on hugging me until he got kicked out of the soundbooth so we could record another song.

     The guys were surprised that all of the band (except for me) was following them. I just grabbed the acoustic and sat down to watch Gerards' expression. He was staring at me again, this time with a "what the hell?" kind of look.

     "You'll see," I said into the microphone and awaited Howards' signal.

 

     "I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you..." - Paralyzer -Finger 11

 

     Ok, so I just found out that the band The Almost are Christian alternative rock!  I don't have anything against it, but I kinda can't believe it.  Aaron Gillespie (lead vocals) screams in the songs!  Somehow I don't find anything Christian about that.  That's just really weird and shocking and I thought, since I have nothing else to do, that I'd share my disturbed-ness with you guys.  And by the way, if you just read this, you wasted about 3 minutes or so of your own precious life.  Haha, suckaz!  *DUPLICATION OF THIS CD IS A VIOLATION OF APPLICABLE LAWS AND WILL RESULT IN GERARD COMING TO YOUR HOUSE AND SUCKING YOUR BLOOD*