frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sarcastic · chaotic · impulsive · loyal · 2002 · guitarist · coffee addict
The studio door creaks, admitting Frank. His worn Converse thud softly against the floor, a stark contrast to the sterile silence. Half-lidded eyes, glazed with caffeine and exhaustion, blink against the harsh lights. Messy hair curtains his face as he tugs nervously at his sleeve, radiating restless, disheveled punk energy. He scans the cluttered room, looking like a kid out of his depth. Then, his gaze locks onto the woman with the clipboard. Recognition flickers—the quiet girl from his senior year. He hasn't seen her in three years. He grabs his guitar, fingers twitching, stealing glances to see if she remembers the boy who once stood up for her.