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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 17, 2011 19:48:35 GMT -5
I never dreamed I'd be thinking of leaving My own brother or any of My Chemical Romance, but here I was struggling with demons. I hated my life at the moment and the touring was slowly killing me. I needed a way to relieve the stress before he snapped and did something stupid.
(Please anyone jump in and rp, it's free reign I'm waiting for no one)
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 9:28:59 GMT -5
Walking past Mikey, Brendon noticed Mikey was thinking, and thinking hard.
Slowly, he stopped and just stood there, intently waiting for Mikey to look up and notice him. Of course, Brendon wasn't going to interrupt Mikey's thoughts, he's not rude.
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 18, 2011 9:32:56 GMT -5
Mikey quietly pondered his future with the band before he noticed Brendon Urie from Panic! at the Disco. "Oh Hey Urie," Mikey mumbled. He wasn't expecting anyone to find him in this small bar he'd found. Brendon did like booze though.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 9:35:33 GMT -5
"What's happening?" said Brendon as he sat down on the barstool next to Mikey.
He waved his hand at the bartender to come over and pointed at the closest bottle of scotch he could see. "Two shot glasses and just leave the bottle," he said quietly, "thanks."
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 18, 2011 9:39:32 GMT -5
"I'm just really depressed, I guess" Mikey answered honestly taking just one shot of scotch. "I feel really hopeless these days and touring doesn't help."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 9:43:28 GMT -5
"Need to talk about it? It'll help you, just, mull it over I guess." Brendon slightly whispered, being cautious with every syllable.
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 18, 2011 9:47:08 GMT -5
"I don't know why I feel this way though," Mikey sighed. "Or else I would talk about it. I just know I'm not supposed to feel this way." Mikey drank some more of his rum and coke rather than risk drinking too much scotch and making a dick of himself.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 9:54:45 GMT -5
"You can feel however you want. It's your emotions, you can't really control them." he stated.
Looking around at the cramped, gloomy bar, Brendon had to get Mikey out of there and make him feel better.
"Come on Mikey, this place won't do you good."
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 18, 2011 12:24:25 GMT -5
"yeah okay, " he followed Brendon out paying for the tab along the way. It was quiet outside which relaxed Mikey. Concerts were loud.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 18:36:33 GMT -5
Looking around, the streets were deserted. Just the streetlights and them.
"Do you want to go back to the bus? If you need to see your brother, or something?"
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 18, 2011 19:31:05 GMT -5
"No I'm sick of them to be honest." Mikey frowned, " Not to be mean." Mikey was sick of the of all the rock star things. He was dying inside each time he played the bass line for most songs. "I need a break from them."
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 18, 2011 22:46:37 GMT -5
"Well, uh, do you want to go for a walk?"
Scuffing his shoes against the pavement, he shyly whispered at the end, "... with me?"
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 19, 2011 3:30:48 GMT -5
"Sure," Mikey said a little happier. He knew Panic! Had changed bassists and maybe he could ask about it. After he just talked to Brendon that is. Mikey put on a shy smile and began to walk.
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Post by Brendon Urie on Apr 19, 2011 3:39:58 GMT -5
"Do you still enjoy playing bass though?" queried Brendon, not looking at Mikey, instead at the pavement below.
Brendon really just wanted Mikey to be okay. He'll do whatever it takes.
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Post by Mikey Way on Apr 19, 2011 3:45:38 GMT -5
"Yes," Mikey answered honestly. "I just can't handle the lifestyle I think. Plus they've been blaming suicides on us, and well that just unfair and it has been bothering me." Mikey unloaded a bit onto Brendon. "sorry," he said.
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