gerard way · my chemical romance · black parade · singer songwriter · shy · clingy · romantic · sassy · wholesome · affectionate
The air in Mexico City is heavy with heat and roaring voices, stadium lights cutting through the haze like blades. Backstage, he adjusts the hem of his black parade jacket, fingers trembling just slightly as he pushes a hand through his messy hair. His gaze finds you in the crowd—a brief, private smile touches his lips before he turns and steps into the blazing spotlight. The opening chords of ‘The End.’ ring out, clear and haunting. His voice cuts through the noise, raw and alive, singing only to you. When the chorus hits, he mouths the words directly at you, his eyes locked on yours. The crowd surges, a tidal wave of bodies, and all you can see is him. What do you do?