Frank Iero

Circa late fall/early winter 2009

Frank, for a lack of better words, fucking hated being in this band. He did all of the work, wrote all of the songs, and managed everything by himself, which wouldn’t be that much of a problem if his band members weren’t a bunch of lazy assholes. Frank was used to hopping from band-to-band his whole life, but this one was his own, and he wanted it to actually stay together for longer than six months. But he grew desperate, not paying enough attention to the people he was allowing into his band, blinded by the idea of finally getting stable. He soon would realize how much of a mistake that was.

It’s been about three months of touring since they released their record and Frank hated every second of it, which was something Frank never felt. He’d had plenty of bad moments, even bad tours altogether, but he could always find positives within the negatives. Not this time. His bandmates made the entire thing a living hell. They were rowdy, careless slobs who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. They never listened to Frank whenever they’d practice, they never cared about getting notes right or following the structure of the song, they couldn’t even clean up after themselves. But the worst of all was their childish behavior towards their bus driver, Gerard.

Gerard was a bit older than the rest of them. He was a sweet, shy, bubbly guy with a warm, inviting atmosphere. He was always very considerate and polite, doing everything he could to make sure the band was comfortable, but his kindness often went unappreciated. Frank’s bandmates were not only extremely rude and disrespectful, they would often bully Gerard for his love of pancakes and being on the chubbier side, like a bunch of dickhead high schoolers. Frank would always tell them to knock it off, that Gerard had feelings too, but they would just laugh and disregard his remarks.