Today was the day My Mum had decided that Mikey and I should come over and see my Grandmother. Her name was Elena and she was pure inspiration for me. I loved her heaps. When I was very young me and her would sing together and she helped me with drawings and paintings. I had done my hair nice and gotten dressed quite nicely. I wanted to impress her, also because I hadn’t seen her for a while, I wanted her to think of me as the responsible adult. That meant no drinking and less bad language…in fact no bad language. Mikey had gotten dressed … Mikey like and had combed his hair back a bit more and now we were driving to my mothers.
Me and my mother, we still had okay relations and we got along way better then when I was a teenager, thank god. Mikey and her were pretty much the same as when he was a teen, but then again they didn’t argue with each other like me and mum did.
“Gosh, I can’t wait to see Nan” Mikey says.
“Sames” I say as I pull up in my mothers driveway.
We get out of the car I lock it and we walk to the door.
Mikey knocks.
“Coming” I hear my mother say pleasantly.
She opens the door.
“Hello Micheal” she says hugging Mikey.
“Hi Mum” he replies hugging her back.
She lets go and Mikey scoots past.
“Hi Mum” I say hugging her.
“Hi Gerard” she says hugging me back.
She lets go and we both walk through, I close the door behind me.
I look in the little hallway that is before entering the living room, looking at the pictures. A picture of me and Mikey when we were like 8 and 5. I smile. That’s a perfect picture of innocence.
I walk into the living room and see my Nan and she instantly smiles at me.
“Gerard honey” she says.
I quickly walk over to her and hug her.
“Hey Nan” I say hugging her tight and kiss her on the cheek.
I let go and sit next to her.
“How are you?” she asks.
“I’m great” I says, partly lying but partly not.
“That’s good to hear dear” she says with a smile.
“How about you?” I ask.
“I’m pretty good” she says, “I’ve been doing a bit of painting”
“What of?” I ask.
“Pretty much everything, Mostly my garden” she replies.
“How is your garden going?” I ask.
“Very well, Pumpkin will ready to harvest soon” she says “I bet you're looking forward to some of Grandma’s Famous Pumpkin Pie”
“Oh awesome” I say “Call me and I’ll come with Mikey to have some”
“I shall” she says.
“Would you like a tea or something?” I ask.
“I believe your mother is making me one” she says.
“Okay” I reply.
“So what have you been doing since we last met?” she asks.
“Well I quit my job” I say.
“Oh why?” she asks “I thought you liked it”
“Well I liked it for a while, but then it become so dull and boring and pretty much just depressing” I reply.
“Anything else?” she asks.
“Well I’ve started up a band” I say “And that’s, well, my new job, I guess”
“Oh that’s great” she says with a big smile “Who is in it?”
“Well me, Mikey, Ray and Matt” I say.
“What position are you?” she asks.
“Singer” I say.
“That’s great, I told you that you had talent” she says “How about Mikey?”
“Mikey is a bassist” I say.
“That’s good, didn’t he stop playing bass a while back?” she asks.
“Well yeah, but when we were going through positions he was the only one who could play bass so he wanted to play that” I reply.
“It pleases me so much that you aim so high honey” she says “I’m very proud of you, and don’t you forget that”
Mum comes in with two cups in her hand and Mikey follows her with another two cups.
Mum passes one to Nan and sits down in the armchair next to her and sips from the other cup she was carrying. Mikey passes me one of his cups and I take a sip. Tea and … heaps of sugar. It seems mum forgot I only take one not three like I used to.
I continue drinking it as if it wasn’t so sugary and all of us talk about what has been happening in our lives.
7.30pm…
We had been talking for ages and had lunch and dinner which was quite nice. But Nan had to be getting home so Mikey and I were about to leave.
I hug Nan tight. She kisses me on the cheek.
“Bye Gerard honey, I’ll see you soon” she says and then goes and hugs Mikey.
“Bye Mum” I say giving her a quick hug and kiss.
“Bye” she says and I let go of her.
Mikey and I get in the car and wave to them and drive off.
There’s an almost eerie silence most of the car trip home until Mikey’s phone goes off when we are three quarters of the way home.
“Hello” he answers.
I try not to eavesdrop but all I can hear is Mikey talking.
“Dude, That’s crazy” he says that immediately gets my attention.
“Okay I’ll tell him when we get home” he says and hang up.
He puts his phone away and looks straight out the window.
“Who was that?” I ask casually.
“Frank” I say.
“What’s up with him?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you when we get home” he says.
“Aww come on tell me now” I say.
“Nah at home” he replies.
“Fine” I reply really wanting to know.
When we get home I get a beer for Mikey and me and we both sit on the couch.
I light up a cigarette and take a long drag.
“So” I say, “What’s up with Frank?”
“He did something good for us” Mikey says with a big smile.
“What?” I ask.
“He got us something” he says.
“Mikey tell me” I say seriously.
“Frank got us a gig” he says.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Yeah” he says.
“Where?” I ask smiling.
“Frank’s friends 21st party” he says.
“Umm okay” I say.
“Should we tell Ray and Matt?” I ask.
“Well duh” I say.
“Want me to do it?” he asks.
“Sure Mikes, but when is it?” I ask.
“Wednesday” he says.
“Mikes” I say.
“Yes” he replies.
“Today is Monday” I say.
“Yes” he replies.
“Man we are gonna do a lot of practicing” I say.
“Yep” Mikey replies.
“And we are gonna need a lot of alcohol” I say.
“No were not” he says.
“Okay let me fix that me and Matt are gonna need a lot of alcohol” I say “I’ll go get some now”
“Dude, can’t you not drink for once” he says.
“A bit of alcohol helps a lot” I say.
“Whatever you say Gerard, you're always right” Mikey says and picks up the phone and dials a number.
I leave the house and drive to the bottle-o to get some beer. To be precise 2 cartons of beer then I drive home and put them into the fridge.
“Umm Gerard” Mikey says.
“Yes” I say.
“Are we keeping with the name My Chemical Romance?” he asks.
“Hell yeah, It’s fucken awesome” I reply.
“Really?” he asks.
“Hell yeah, Mikey you are like the best band namer, I SWEAR” I say.
“It’s not that good” Mikey says.
“Yes it is” I say, “It’s like awesome, fucken awesome, stop being so modest”
“Really?” he asks again.
“Yes Mikey, if I have to say it again I will yell it so the whole neighbourhood will hear” I say.
“Okay okay” Mikey says with a smile.
“I can’t believe you got it from a book too, wow” I say.
“So you do really like it?” he says.
“Mikey, I will yell it” I say.
“Okay fine, I get it, you like it” he says.
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