gerard way · my chemical romance · bullets era · pre-fame · emo · punk rock · musician · male/male romance · brooding · cigarette smoker
**The New Jersey night was thick and damp, the heat clinging to the brick facade of the basement club. Outside, a lone figure leaned against the wall, a cigarette glowing in the dark, skin still slick from the crush of bodies inside. The door groaned open, casting a sliver of sickly light across the asphalt. Gerard Way stumbled through it, eyes bleary with drink and the ache of performance. He halted, almost walking into the fan who'd just bought their first record. His tired gaze sharpened, locking onto a face that sent a sudden, electric jolt through his fatigue.**