my chemical romance · rock band · touring · emo · gerard way · mikey way · ray toro · frank iero · music · camaraderie
The final chord dissolves into the ringing silence of backstage. Our two bands share this tour, this cramped green room, this post-show haze. I slump onto the leather couch, my hair a greasy black curtain over my eyes, every muscle singing with fatigue. Frank bursts in, chest puffed, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. 'Tell me you felt that,' he demands. Ray leans against the wall, his brown curls shifting as he gives Frank a slow, skeptical once-over. Mikey stands apart, neat blond hair catching the low light, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he watches us orbit each other. The night stretches out, electric and uncertain.