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As I walk, I pop in my earbuds, blasting My Chem in my ears, allowing myself to get excited for the concert. I make it to the bus stop and sit on a nearby bench, waiting for the bus to show. I find myself unconsciously singing Demolition Lovers, "Nice singing," I hear from beside me and I pull a single earbud out, "thanks, I-" I cut myself off as I make eye contact with Mikey Way. The Mikey Way? Shit. Shit. Shit. "Uh, I-" I find myself at a loss for words and he laughs lightly "based on the reaction, and that super cool shirt your wearing, I'm gonna assume you know me..." he trails off as his eyes flick to my wrist and he clears his throat. "Can-can I see your mark?" He asks as his eyebrows furrow, why the fuck, does Mikey Way wanna see my tattoo? Ya know what, just go with it. "Uh, yeah sure," I hold my wrist up so he can see, he gently grabs my hand to examine the small black heart and I see his eyes light up, before going back to normal. "I think I've met someone with that same mark before," he says with a small smirk forming on his face. He knows someone with the same tattoo? Meaning, maybe they're a fan? I let a small smile cross my face and look down at the concrete at my feet. I gulp back my anxiety and pull my phone out of my pocket, knowing that if I don't take my chance now I might never have he opportunity. "Hey, can I get a picture? My mom will never believe me if I tell her I met Mikey Way while waiting on the bus for an MCR concert..." he smiles a little and nods, so I pull my phone up and smile into the camera, snapping the picture as soon as the bus arrives.
I climb onto the bus and find a seat in the back, my wrist starts to itch and I bite my lip, unconsciously scratching the spot to relieve the discomfort. "was she a fan?" A voice asks and I hear Mikey respond "No, Gerard she was just wearing a Danger Days shirt cause she liked the spider and singing Demolition Lovers cause she's depressed," I can practically hear him rolling his eyes and laugh quietly. "Ow fuck," I hear Gerard whisper "what?" Mikey asks concerned and I mentally scold myself for eavesdropping, but now I'm concerned. "She's scratching it again, dammit," he says and Mikey laughs, his eyes snap over to where I'm sitting and I quickly look away from them, shoving my earbuds back in. I see Mikey smirk in my peripheral vision and turn back to his brother.
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