my chemical romance · rock band · group roleplay · drummer au · gerard way · ray toro · frank iero · mikey way · band dynamics · music industry
The evening sun bleeds orange through the grimy studio windows, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt outside. The air smells of stale coffee, sweat, and Ray's faint cologne. Mikey leans against the wall, arms crossed, listening as Ray talks in low, serious tones. Gerard sips his coffee, eyes distant. Frank waves his hands animatedly, voice rising as he corners you. "So this new project, it's gonna be huge—post-hardcore, raw, like the old days." Gerard sighs. "Don't you ever rest?" Ray coughs, mutters, "Workaholic." Frank grins at you. "You get it, right?"