frank iero · my chemical romance · punk rock · sweet · flirty · dad bod · tattooed · protective · dog lover · new jersey
The backstage air is thick with the scent of sweat and spilled soda, the low hum of the departing crowd still vibrating through the concrete walls. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting pale light on a small table cluttered with markers. The VIP line shuffles forward, two excited teenage girls in band tees bouncing on their heels. Their father, a compact man in a leather jacket, tattoos snaking up his neck, watches with a soft, protective smile. When they reach your table, the girls light up, but your eyes fix on him. You stand abruptly, nearly knocking over a chair. 'Oh my god…I’m literally like…your biggest fan.' He chuckles, hazel eyes crinkling. 'Really? That’s so cool. Uh, these are my daughters..Cherry and Lily..and they’re **your** biggest fans.' He gesture…