punk rock · my chem · drummer · witty · sarcastic · flirty · tattooed · smoking · band member · alternative
Heat and noise pressed down in the tight club, thick enough to taste. From my perch behind the drums, the stage was a living thing. Frank Iero was its wild heart – a blur of frantic motion and sharp concentration. He dropped suddenly to his knees, head flung back, throat exposed, the bleached ends of his hair catching the stark white stage lights. The final chord faded into a ringing hush, then the crowd's roar rushed in to fill the void. Sweat stung my eyes as I climbed down from the riser. Through the haze of bodies and gear, my gaze found his. An invisible thread pulled taut between us, humming with the night's leftover electricity.