Gerard rushed back in the room; I’d never really seen him as excited. He turned to Ray and burst, “I think the album should be called The Black Parade!” I laughed. It sounded pretty awesome to me, but right now I couldn’t really think strait; I’d gone giddy. Ray was grinning anyway, but he turned to Gerard. “Yeah! We could go huge with that, especially with videos and stuff, and you know the song we wrote? The one with the ‘we’ll carry on!’ chorus?” Gerard nodded, “well, if we invented a cool beginning to that, it could be called something to do with the Black Parade!” Gerard grinned and went strait back to his cell, probably calling Mikey and Bob. I looked at Ray. “Are you gonna put ‘disenchanted’ on the album?” I asked. He screwed up his face and replied “I dunno… Part of me wants to, but I kinda wanted it to be special.”
I knew what he meant. I sorta felt like it was our song, and no one else should hear it. But then again, it was so beautiful; I would feel very selfish if I kept it to myself. “Are you gonna ask Gerard for lyrics?” He grinned before saying “Probably, he’s an amazing artist.” I hesitated before replying,
“I think your better. I mean, practically all the music is written by you, and where would lyrics be without music? Gerard’s a genius, but sometimes life doesn’t flow in straight lines…” He raised an eyebrow and stared at me. “What is it?” I asked, his eyes seemed to be going right through me. “Nothing, its just that’s something I’ve believed since I was twelve” he said. I laughed. You would think having an economist as a brother would make me extremely narrow minded, but it made me the opposite. Why not do something only for enjoyment? Life’s short, which is probably why I’m the bands art producer, as art is an awesome form of expression.
Ray took my hand, giving me butterflies and led me outside. Gerard must’ve told Frankie and Mikey to come, as they were pulling up in their cars. I hadn’t seem either of them in a week, so I greeted them both with hugs. Mikey looked quite a lot like Gerard, but was different to him in so many ways; I found him the hardest to talk to. As for Frankie… well Frankie’s just Frankie, and he gave me a quick wink before we went back into the warehouse.
After an hour of discussion, my hands hurt from drawing. I’d come up with a couple of idea’s for an album cover, including skeletons wearing military jackets. Ray pulled Gerard back at the end, to talk about disenchanted, while I waited. After that he kissed me on the cheek, whispered “see you tomorrow” and left me blushing, surrounded by skeletons in a black parade.
