It has come to my attention that there are some plot holes, which means someone has suddenly appeared or has something without previous mention. I'd REALLY, REALLY appreciate it if you could comment on this blog if you find any (especially the one where a gun pops up in Gerard's pocket) so I am able to edit and change the episodes around.

SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY CRAPPY, BUT IT HELPS YOU UNDERSTAND THE STORY BETTER

Gerard Tries To Think Happy Thoughts, But There's Something Distracting Him...

"Gerard, think. Think happy thoughts and it'll be alright. Helena won't come back to haunt you. Mikey will never die during a war again and don't forget; vampires will never hurt you." Frank says "Yeah... I guess..." Gerard says as he looks at the floor and twiddles his thumbs. "Forget all the dirty looks." Bob says. "But don't stop, if I fall and don't look back. Oh baby, don't stop. Bury me and fade to black... Now why did I say baby?" Ray ponders hopelessly. "I’m here and I'm alive, so let's get this show on the road!" Mikey yells as he enters the dressing room. Meanwhile, while at the backstage part of My Chemical Romance’s concert, Max Elliot, a man on a mission, is out to get revenge. Disguised as a crazed MCR fan, he wanders into the crowd of thousands of people. I’m there, in that crowd. I managed to score front row seats, after waiting in line for over 7 hours to get there early before everyone else. As MCR make their grand entrance on stage, I scream so hard my throat goes hoarse and numb. I won't be able to sing along now. Bummer. I swivel around to see a man lurking in the shadows. As Gerard starts telling messages about 'shitty ass rock bands getting women to show their *hem hem, the upper part* for back stage passes', the man is slowly creeping up the stairs onto the stage. I see a glittering thing hidden behind his back. It's a knife. 'Oh my God', I think. The guy's going to stab Frank!' I quickly push my way pass the security guards, yelling at the mysterious figure to stop. Many other MCR fans have noticed, but MCR themselves are oblivious. Gerard turns and goes wide-eyed as the man lunges forward to stab Frank. "Max...?" Gerard asks, obviously recognising the man. I leap on-stage and stand like a tree between the man who is called Max, Frank and Gerard. Max stops suddenly, surprised that this little 15-year-old girl is foiling his murder plans. I hold Max's arms tight as he launches his knife at me. Good thing I learnt self-defence in Guides.’ I thought. Security people come running on-stage and take Max's knife away. I have a smug look on my face as Max is dragged away while Ray, Bob, Frank, Mikey and Gerard gather around me in amazement. "Wow. You saved my life." Frank says quietly to me. I look out to the crowd. Jealous glances stab me like pins and needles. I turn back to face Frank. Gerard is now looking between me and his other band mates. "Well..." Ray starts. "We should give this girl something." Mikey suggests. "The name's Erin." I introduce myself. "And you're Gerard, Mikey, Frank, Ray and Bob. I know everything about you guys, but I'm not a pyscho. Otherwise I'd be trying to kiss one of you, particularly Gerard, or I'll be hyperventilating." I explain. "Yeah…" Bob agrees. "I don't know how we can ever repay you." Gerard says. "Just sign this CD," I say as I pull out The Black Parade from my bag. "And never, ever forget me. Oh, and I'd like a photo too." I take out my camera and one of the on-stage security guards takes some photos. One by one, Ray, Bob, Mikey Frank and Gerard sign the CD. "Don’t you ever forget me." I say as I start to leave the stage. Gerard looks a little sad and Frank frowns. "I, I mean we, will never forget you. We might even write a song about you." Gerard says. “That’d be great, but I only saved you and Frank because I really care about My Chemical Romance as a band. Yes, you guys are all very good looking, but what I admire most is your music. I really listen and understand your messages. Most of these other fans here only like you for your looks and because you're 'hot'. I only really like you for your unique style of music, which I know is totally not Emo." I say as I walk down the stage. I look up at Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob and Ray. "Don't forget to not forget me. No