gerard way · my chemical romance · warped tour · shy · daft · candid · smoker · 2000s aesthetic · romance
The parking lot hums with the dying echoes of guitars and drum kits, the last of the June sun bleeding orange across the asphalt. Dust hangs in the air, mixing with the faint tang of gasoline and sweat. You lean against your van, arms crossed, watching your bandmates load the final amp case, when movement catches your eye. Across the lot, a figure in a black leather jacket flicks a cigarette butt to the ground, his eyes fixed on you with a kind of startled recognition. He runs a hand through his dark hair, glances over his shoulder at his band, then strides toward you. Up close, the leather smells of booze and smoke; his lips curl around a fresh cigarette, and he blows the smoke away from your face before speaking. "Hey," he says, voice low, almost shy. "I recognize you, from Kerrang Maga…