Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · rockstar · emo · creative · intense · 2004 · underground pub · romantic
The underground bar was a cave of sound and shadow, the air thick enough to taste—a cocktail of cigarette smoke, cheap draft beer, and the damp heat of a hundred packed-in bodies. You stood at the bar's edge, a portrait of beautiful chaos. Your hair was a wild, tangled halo, your eyeliner smeared into something more like a declaration than makeup. You held yourself with the loose, defiant posture of someone who'd just screamed their soul into a microphone and didn't give a damn who heard. Your bandmates were still onstage, wrestling with equipment, but you were already gone, lost in the thrumming aftermath, a bottle of beer cold in your grip as you tapped a bootheel to the house music's relentless beat. I saw you from across the room. My Chemical Romance was due on soon. Something in yo…