Hey Killjoy's! I can hardly believe we are on out 50th chapter! I wanted to thank you all for the idea's and the great reader's you all are wonderful. So I'll keep writing if you'll keep reading!~Dreamer.
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POV-Janelle- It was Shadow, or at least that’s what I knew her as. Acted calm, I thought, don’t freak her out! She smiled brightly, holding something wrapped in tinfoil.
“Hello. I’m Shay Price. My mom Demetria and slightly older brother Caleb are your neighbors! We see on the news what had happened, so I made you this, Chocolate Cheesecake. And if you need anything, just let us know.” Shay (Shadow) said. She always was helplessly talkative.
“Um, thank you and I sure will, goodbye.” As she turned and disappeared down the hall, I shut the door, and set the cake on the counter.
I knew I had to find the guys, but I didn’t know if I could. I decided I needed to find a job, so I picked up the newspaper off the counter and began looking for on.
Nothing was catching my eye, I wanted something music related, but so far all I could was house cleaner or pet sitter. Finally, I found something: Studio Hand Wanted. I circled it a few times in blue highlighter, and grabbed my car keys. I locked my apartment door, and almost ran to the car. I was still a little freaked about the whole Shadow/Shay thing.
I drove to the studio, which was a lot closer than I expected. I walked in, and quickly went to the desk, the Secretary smiled and said “May I help you?”
“Yes, umm, I am here to apply for the Studio hand job?”
“Oh, wonderful, well, since it’s been about two months and nobody really has applied, I’m going to hire you in the spot. When can you start?”
“Umm, now, if that okay.”
“Great! Well, I’ll take you back and Brain can show you the ropes before his clients come in.”
“Wait, what will I be doing?”
“Oh, your job is simply to be Brain’s assistant. You know, keep all the important papers, which are usually songs and such. You might also have to do recording sessions because he does travel with other bands.”
Well, that sounded easy, I’ve had recording jobs before, but nonprofessional. We walked to the back of the building, into the large studio, Brain was hanging up the phone.
“Brain, your second hand is here, she looks like a keeper. Now, is there anything I can do for you?”
“No Shari, Wait, when my clients get here send them on back. Howard was supposed to do their pre-album release stuff but he’s sick. They should be here anytime.”
Shari nodded and shut the door, leaving me alone with Brian. He sighed and gave me the come here sign. I was nervous, because even though I don’t really need a job, I didn’t want to screw this up. I sat down in the rolling chair in front of the mixing board.
“So, you’re the famous Janelle Presley I presume?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Well, I think it’s a miracle you’re alive. We could sue someone as strong as you in the music business, so I suppose I should teach you how to use all this stuff, right?”
“Y-yes, I’d say so.”
And so the teaching began, down the pointlessness of why there were so many buttons and nobs. I was forced to write is all down, and study it. It was going to be a one wild ride.
POV-Bandit- dad hung up the phone. I knew he was talking to Brain. I hated it, I hated not being able to see him, but the worst part is it seems like it’s always when I need him there that he has to leave. I sighed, I wasn’t going to ask him to quit, he loved his job, and I thought it was pretty cool. It’s what I wanted to do as well, besides without his music dad probably wouldn’t ever smile again after mom died.
“So, you gotta go.” I said, with no smile, in almost a depressed tone, I couldn’t help it. I was upset.
“Bandit honey, I’m so sorry. Brain said we have to get this done before the record is released.”
“It’s okay dad, it’s no big deal. I’m…I’m not upset.” I lied. I couldn’t tell him. I painted on a fake smile, and ate the last bit of my ice cream.
He sighed and looked at Frank, who was staring me down. I gave him a wtf look and he turned towards dad.
“Gerard, why don’t you guys go to the studio? I’ll take Bandit home; she and I need to have a little talk.” Frank had driven his car, while the rest rode with dad.
“Umm, okay. I’ll see you when I get home Bandit, be good.” Dad gave me a kiss on the cheek and I hugged him tight. I didn’t ever want to let go, but I knew I had to.
I watched as they left, then turned towards Frank. “What do you need to speak to me about Frank?”
“I know your faking.”
“Faking what?”
“That smile, your laugh, your happiness. “
“Oh, so what, I’m just doing what any good daughter would do. I’m not going to be the reason you guys split.”
“Bandit, I get that your worried and want to spend time with your dad, so you’re going to have to tell him. I promise you, that the band isn’t going to split up because you want more time with your dad.”
“Frank, I can’t. Dad is just getting over mom dying. He is finally able to be worry free, and I…Well I…I don’t even know why where having this conversation.” I said, hoping he would drop it.
“Bandit, I know your upset, your dad, he loves you and I don’t but maybe he thinks that you like all the space he is giving you because of your mother’s death.”
“Look Frank, you want me to come clean, fine here it is. I hate all the space, I love my father dearly, and yes I want to spend more time with him. I want to go to the studio and write with you guys, and play with you guys, but the truth is that isn’t how it works. When mom died, dad shut down, which is understandable, but he shut me out and I had to suck it all up and be there for him. I didn’t have a shoulder to cry on and I never will. Because I would rather make my dad happy than be the reason he is miserable.”
I rose and turned towards the door, when I see my dad was standing there. His eyes were sad and his face was shocked. In panic I ran past dad, and to the dark alley by the ice cream shop. I sat down and cried, I was a horrible person, and an even worse daughter.
POV-Gerard- i looked at Frank, I was totally shocked, I couldn’t believe what I heard Bandit say. I should have known, but I didn’t.
“Oh man, Gee, I’m really sorry you had to hear that. But I thought you guys had to gone to the studio.”
“I…We were, but I forgot my coffee and phone on the table, so we came back to get them. I walked in and she said it, Frank am I a horrible father.”
Frank smiled, “No way man, you’re a wonderful dad. Go talk to Bandit; she really needs her dad right now.”
“I wish I would have known that seven months ago.” I walked out and heard crying. I knew it was Bandit, so I followed the sound.
I found her curled up in a ball in the dirty alley, I sat down in front of her, she looked up and wiped her tears.
“Honey, I’m so sorry. I should have known you needed me. I never would have shut you out like that.”
“I know dad. I should have told you, it’s not your fault.” She smiled, a real smile, one thing she hasn’t done in months.
“You want to come to the studio?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not, I’ll show you the ropes.”
POV-Brain- there was a knock, I knew it was Shari, and then her face popped through the door. My clients where here, she said, now I was still waiting on my assistant Janelle to get back with the notes from Howard from the file room, I asked Gerard to go have Shari check on her.
“So Brain, are you coming to the midnight release thingy?” Mikey asked.
“Umm, yeah, I’ll be there, you guys finish your photo shoot yet?”
“No, we have to do one more scene change, but we should be done by midafternoon tomorrow. When is Howard coming back in?” Ray said.
“I don’t know, what’s wrong with you kiddo?” I asked Bandit, she was sitting awfully quite in the corner of the room all along. Her eyes were puffy and red, and I got the feeling she wasn’t to happy.
“N-nothing, I umm, I don’t umm, never mind.”
“Bandit doesn’t want to get in the way.” Frank said.
Bandit glared at him, and I chuckled.
POV-Janelle- it took me forever to find all of what Brain needed. Once I did I rushed back to the studio but as I opened the door I ran smack into someone. I fell on my butt and papers went flying. I looked up to see who I had run into, hoping it wasn’t Brain. It was Gerard Way. I gulped and began picking up the papers. He got down on his knees and helped me.
“Oh you don’t have to do that.” I said, trying to keep my cool.
“It’s no problem, I’m really sorry I ran into you like that. You must be Janelle.” He said, we rose and I shook his hand.
“Um, yes, it seems that everybody knows who I am thanks to the stupid media.”
“Oh, right you’re the girl who woke up from the coma. Well, you changed a little from that picture; Brain told us you’re his new assistant. Well, Brain will be please, because he sent me to go look for you, and here you are.” He laughed. He wasn’t as heartbroken as he was in whatever messed up world I was in.
We walked back into the studio and gave the notes to Brain. Then as Brain was adding the final touches to the tracks, he glanced at me. I was standing by the door, looking at the floor.
“Janelle, I would like you to meet my friends from My Chemical Romance. That’s Gerard, Frank Mikey, Ray, and Gerard’s daughter Bandit.” Brain said, I waved and smiled.
(A Few Hours Later) ___________________________
Finally we were able to go home. I had tones of notes to study and I was so tired. I opened the heavy door that led to the parking lot. I pulled my hoodie closer to me, the air was rather chilly. On my way to my car, I passed the guys and I tried to pretend I didn’t notice them and hoped they didn’t notice me.
“Hey Janelle wait up!” Gerard said. Aw man, I thought, not again. I stopped and looked over, Gerard lightly jogged towards me, I smiled as he got closer.
“Hi, you need something?” I said politely. Gerard smiled.
“Janelle, your Brains assistant not mine.” He laughed, “Anyway, I was wondering if tomorrow you wanted to go out for coffee, before work?” he wasn’t smiling, and his eyes were full of hope.
“Yeah,” mouth spoke before my brain had time to think. “I’d love to.”
“So, it’s a date then.” He smiled, looking really happy.
“A date?” he couldn’t mean a date-date…right?
“Well, not that kind of date, I figured you would need a friend after everything you’ve gone through, unless…you want it to be.”
I swallowed; I didn’t know what to say. So I said the first thing I though sounded rational. “I’m not into ‘dating’ right now, but going for coffee as friends sounds nice. Thanks, Gerard.”
I smiled and walked to my car, I sighed heavily as I unlocked it. I climbed in and slammed the door, started the engine in frustration. As I drove out of the parking lot I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel.
“Damn you Janelle, why did you do that!” I yelled at myself. I dove the rest of the way home in silence. My only thought was : I hope this doesn’t end like the Killjoy’s.
