my chemical romance · 2001 · post-hardcore · gerard way · mikey way · ray toro · new york · band audition · emo · realistic
***NEW JERSEY, NOVEMBER 2001*** The air in the dim metal club is choked with cigarette smoke and the thrum of a cheap PA. Amid the noise, Ray Toro catches your eye; a shared smirk passes between you as the band on stage struggles through a breakdown. Two months since My Chemical Romance began. Still no drummer. Ray thinks of you, remembers you said you could play. Fuck it. --- Alone in your apartment, the sharp trill of your Nokia breaks the silence. You answer. "Hey, man, you play drums, right?"