A Frerard Story Prt. 13

We got to the arena. It took us forever to find a parking space. Gerard and Mikey went and bought the tickets while Ray and I stayed in the line.

Minutes later the doors opened and the line started moving.
"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod!!!" Mikey was getting anxious.
The line stoped moving. It kept moving and stoping every few minutes.

"What is taking so long?" Gerard smiled at his brother and put his arm around him.
"Don't worry Mikey. You'll get to see them play."
"But there are so many people."
"Yeah Mikey, it's a concert."
"But we are almost in the back of the line. What if by the time that we get inside they have already started playing."
"Mikey don't worry. We'll make it in time. Besides, they can't start without their number one fan."
Mikey looked at Gerard and gave him a nervious smile.

Minutes passed and we were finally inside. We got as close to the stage as we could. I was standing between Mikey and Gerard. We waited patiently for the show to start. Well at least we did. Mikey was even more anxious than before.
"Calm down Mikey."
"I can't Frank. I'm too excited." I laughed. He looked so fucken adorable. I wanted to kiss him so badly. But Gerard was there. I didn't want to ruin any chances that we had together. If there were any. Besides, being in an arena full of thrashers and metal heads, there was a 99% posibility that we would get called fags and get the shit beaten out of us.

The lights went off. People started to push to get to the front. Mikey grabbed my hand. People kept on pushing. He held it tighter. I could see him looking around the crowd. His eyes moved franticly.

Some of the lights turned on. A guy came out from the side of the stage.
"Are you guys ready for the show?" Everyone cheered. "Please welcome, ANTHRAX!" The crowd went wild. Including Mikey. The guys came out onstage and took their places. Joe Belladonna grabbed the mic and pointed at the crowd.
"IT'S TIME TO GET CAUGHT, IN A MOSH!" We all screamed. Caught in a mosh started playing. Everyone went crazy. Mikey raised both of his hands with closed fists and cheered with everyone else.
Joe Belladonna started to sing.
"Why don't you listen to me when I try to talk to you.
Stop thinking of yourself, for just a second fool."
Ray started head banging. I jumped up and down moving my head at the rhythm of the music. Gerard cheered and Mikey sang at the top of his lungs.
"Shut up, shut up, I don't want to hear your mouth.
Your mother made a monster, now get the hell out of my house.
Can't stand for another day."
The whole arena screamed at the same time,
          "I ain't gonna live my life this way."
"Cold sweat, my fist are clenching."
          "STOMP, STOMP, STOMP!"
"The idiot convention.
Which one of these words don't you understand?
Talking to you is like claping with one hand."
I sceaned as loud as I could with Mikey,
          "What is it?-Caught in a mosh
           What is it?-Caught in a mosh
           What is it?-Caught in a mosh
           What is it?-Caugh in a mosh"
"Don't tell me how to do my job!"

Someone pushed me causing me to bump into Gerard. I turned around to see who it was. Then I saw it. My eyes widened. My mouth was hanging open. I couldn't believe it. It was amazing.
Gerard put his hand on my shoulder.
"Frank. Frank, what's wrong?" I pointed at the mosh pit. Gerard turned around to see what I was pointing at. "Holy shit!" I looked at him and looked back at the pit. It was the bigest mosh pit that I had ever seen. It was at least six times biger than the one that I had jumped into at the gig that Mikey and I went to.
"Do you want to go on it?" I looked at Gerard and nodded. "Let me just tell Mikey." We walked over to Mikey. He was singing his heart out. Sweet little Mikey Way had turned into a crazed fanboy.
"Mikey..... MIKEY!"
"What?"
"Frank and I are going to the mosh pit. Wanna come?"
"Nah. I'm good."
"Okay." We left Mikey who kept on singing.
            "Think-before you speak. Or suffer, for your words....."

We got to the pit and stood next to it. By the time that we got there Caught in a Mosh had already finished. Indians started playing. More people went into the pit.
"You ready?" I looked at Gerard and noded. "Okay. Hold my hand."
"What?"
"So that we won't lose each other." He extended his arm. My heart started raising. It felt like it was going to come out of my chest. I wiped my hand on my jeans and took his.