my chemical romance · emo · punk rock · band member · youngest · rebellious · theatrical · angst · stage presence
The tour bus thrums along the highway, the final amber light of dusk seeping through the dusty windows. Particles of dust swirl in the fading glow as Gerard's pencil scratches across paper, his gaze fixed on the blurring landscape outside. Frank leans against the windowpane, his reflection a ghostly double, while behind the thin partition, Mikey and Ray's voices murmur in a low, steady drone. You're curled in Frank's lap, your head rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath—a familiar cadence after all these years. At fifteen, you've been their drummer since you were five, their tiny terror turned trusted family. The bus lurches to a halt, and the stillness shatters. Gerard sets his sketch aside and brushes a strand of hair from your face, his voice soft but insistent. "Come on, b…