Rowan

We just got done performing for Warped Tour and we get off of the stage but I feel a pair of eyes staring at me but I decide to ignore it because I could easily be imagining it. 

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We are currently in the backstage room where the Warped Tour staff bought some catering for the people performing which thank god because they said that they have been gonna be doing that for a while now but we’ve just been eating the concession food. 

Anyways, I was eating some of the food when someone comes up to me. 

“Hey girl~” They say to me. 

“Um Hi? Do you want an autograph?” I ask them kinda confused. “Oh no no no. I just wanted your number~” 

My eyes widen in shock and as I was about to say I’m literally seventeen, Frank randomly shows up with his eyebrow raised, then Ray shows up with his arms crossed, Gerard comes and is just intimidating as fuck and Mikey shows up with them is just stares silently and judges the person. (Enter George Cooper pulling up meme)

“She’s seventeen dude back off! Fucking creepazoid.” Frank tells the person while Ray Gerard and Mikey just grab me and hold me (i guess?)

“She’s also taken by the lead singer of Fall Out Boy so that makes it even more for you to back off!” Ray scolds. 

“Sheesh! I didn’t know! fuck dude…” The person then walks away as Patrick comes up to us. Mikey and Gerard then pass me to him. 

“What happened there?” He asks. 

“Some person was trying to get her number.” Gerard explains to him. “But we chased them off!” Frank says proudly

Ah yes. My drumstick bag aka the bag everyone puts their shit in.

I honestly don’t have a damn clue in the fucking world why my bag is also treated as the trinket bag or whatever you call it. 

One time, Frank put one of his spare picks in it and when he couldn’t find it he was freaking out until we all told him that he put it in my drumstick bag.  

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We’re backstage for a show and Mikey comes up to my bag and he places his chocolate bar in it. I see him do it but after he does it he just backs up slowly and goes back to his bass but I’m used to this at this point. 

A couple of minutes later Gerard places his marker (he has for some reason) in my bag.

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After the concert Frank decides to roam through my bag for some candy and he sees Mikey’s chocolate bar (I didn’t see this btw) and he eats it.

I was just eating some of the catering food the venue got us when I hear Frank screaming in fear and running into the room with me, Ray, and Gerard. A couple of seconds later Mikey comes walking in with a random object he’s trying to hit Frank with…

This is why we need to start putting labels on our shit…

I sat on the couch with my knees to my chest and I’m doing my homework. 

Ever since Gerard and Mikey’s parents enrolled me in school life has been hectic with homework, tests, and the kids at my school. 

I mean school is fun and all but the homework my Algebra 2 teacher gives is insane! 

“Hey Bitey! Watcha doin?” Frank says plopping down right next to me. “I’m doing fucking homework! It sucks and it’s hard! Algebra 2 is too hard!” 

I then show him my homework. He then reads it. “Mhm. Yep. Mhmm. I don’t have a clue in the fucking world what this shit is saying.” “That’s what I’m saying!” I tell him. 

Mikey then comes in and sits on the couch across from us. 

“What’s going on?” He asked us. 

“This is what’s going on!” Frank then shoves my homework in Mikey’s face. Mikey then looks at it and his face goes from reading it calmly to full on confused. 

“What do they have you working on!?” He says. “I know! I don’t really remember doing this!” “That’s probably because you wouldn't pay attention in class but I swear my teacher is on drugs if he’s giving us this homework!” I exclaim. 

Ray and Gerard then come in. 

“What’s going on in here?” Gerard asks. Mikey shoves it in their faces. 

Ray looks at it. “I think I remember doing this. I can he-” Gerard then pulls a lighter out of nowhere and runs outside with some gasoline.

He places my homework in the firepit and pours gasoline over it and lights it with the lighter.  

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“Miss N/N, come here.” My teacher says.   

“Yes sir?” I ask. 

“Care to explain why you didn’t turn in last week's homework?” 

“Umm my “brother” burnt it in the firepit.”

We were sitting in the green room and Mikey was on his phone (like fucking usual), Ray was fixing his strings and Frank and Gerard were goofing around while I was on my Nintendo DS playing super mario bros. 

I was technically using one of my hands because my other hand was tapping on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. 

I get bored of being on my DS and just sit there tapping my hands on the chair. 

I then start to  get repetitive with it. As if I was trying to make a rhythm with it but I’m not. I decide to grab my drumsticks from my drumstick bag and just keep doing the rhythm on the chair. I get bored of doing it on the chair and decide to go and do it on my drumkit. 

*Insert the drums here for Helena*

“Guys I think I found my rhythm for Helena!” I say as I keep on going. Ray then grabs his guitar and makes Frank get his too. 

The three of us then start to basically play what we came up with for Helena. 

We were all sitting on the tour bus and Frank and Gerard were playing Uno, Ray is playing something, Mikey is looking at his phone like usual, and I’m just trying to look good for a photo I’m gonna post on MySpace.

I decide to go to the bathroom of the tour bus and take a mirror pic since everybody likes those.

I go to the bathroom and take my picture with my camera and once I was done I get out and grab my computer so I can upload it to MySpace.

MySpace *USERNAME* *Insert Picture* Caption: Heading your WAY (pun intended) to Cali! First stop in Cali is L.A!

I hit the post button and close my computer and put it on my bunk which is above Ray’s.

I head back to the main area and I come back to total chaos! I see Ray holding Frank back from killing Gerard while I see Mikey holding Gerard back from killing Frank!

“I was gonna for not even ninety fucking minutes! This is why we don’t play Uno!” I decide to grab one of my drumsticks and hit both Frank and Gerard with it.* “Y’all are fucking almost in y’all’s thirties!”

Ray and Mikey immediately let go of the duo and hit them both again.

Let’s just say both got headaches after today.

It was late 2003 and we are recording the second album (aka my first album since I’m the new drummer).

I’m at my drum set and I’m playing some bits and I BOB (OOC: pun intended…) my head and show Mikey. 

A couple of seconds later I have Frank play. 

Mikey starts to get into the groove of it while we play. 

TIMESKIP

I’m just sitting on a chair playing on my Nintendo DS when I see Ray (???) point a camera at me and say “Here she is, our sweet baby.” I laugh and cover my face with my DS.

TIMESKIP YET AGAIN

I’m at my drums and I’m telling the producer my ideas for the songs and the music I could do with my drums and he gives me suggestions of what I could do. 

I put the headphones on and start to jam out and practice some bits and pieces. As I do so my headphones slip a bit so Gerard comes over and fixes them for me. 

 I play a bit more until suddenly one of my drumsticks breaks. 

“DUDE!” I say taking off my headphones and see if I have any other more sticks but I don’t so I just grab some tape and just do with what I have.

It is currently the Warped Tour of 2005 and me and My Chemical Romance are playing.

I’m playing super fast and shit because I don’t even know why I wrote my parts like this and why they agreed but whatever. 

But once the song we’re playing ends my drumstick SNAPS in fucking half! 

My eyes widen as the four of them look back at me. 

“Well what the fuck happend!?” Gerard decides to yell in the microphone. 

I raise up my broken drumstick like it’s a prized possession or an award. 

The crowd goes wild as they see the drumstick. Frank decides to take the drumstick and throw it at the crowd for some stupid fuckin reason. 

I grab another drumstick to replace the other one as we shift gears to the other song. I hope and pray to whatever god that there is out there that this one doesn’t break because it’s one of my last ones. 

TIMESKIP TO 2014…

I’m scrolling on Twitter when I see a photo of my broken drumstick. 

*INSERT IMAGE OF BROKEN DRUMSTICK*

Caption: This is the one and only drumstick that belonged to Rowan Knox! It has officially been 9 years since she broke her drumstick during Warped Tour of 2005! 

‘Oh damn has it really been that long…?’ I ask myself. 

“Hey Patrick did you know I broke my drumstick nine years ago?” I yell for him. “It has!? Damn!” My fiance aka the one and only Patrick Stump tells me. 

I decide to take a screenshot of the post and put it in the GC of me and the rest of MCR have. 

                  BLACK PARADE PEEPS

Best Drummer Girl:

*Screenshot*

Did y’all know I broke the stick 9 years ago today!?

Frankie Poo:

Has it really?

Damn

Gee:

I think I saw that on Twitter 🤔

Mikes The Bass:

Damn

The Fro:

I remember that day like it was yesterday lol!

(F/N)=Favorite Drink

“THANK GOD WE CAN FINALLY EAT!” Frank says while getting out of the tour bus to go to the restaurant we’re stopping at. 

The rest of us get out and I’m secretly stoned because Frank let me try a weed gummy for the first time so I’m all loopty loopty. 

Mikey looks at me and notices my eyes. “Hey are you stoned?” He asks me.

“What!? No, of course not!” I try to reassure him. 

We all head into the restaurant which is an all-you-can eat buffet and we get seated. The table we got sat at is by this family with a boy who seems like he’s at least like five, a girl who seems like she’s my age, and a baby girl who keeps on looking at me with her big adorable eyes. 

I smile and wave at the baby and make her smile. 

A waiter who seems to be my age comes up and asks what we want to drink. He then winks at me whenever he left to go get our drinks. 

“Ooooo! That guy has a crush on you!” Frank and Gerard tease me.

“Shut up!” I yell at them as they run away laughing. 

I grab whatever I wanted to eat and I go back to the table and see my (F/D) already at the table. It honestly feels good to actually eat real food instead of candy and shit. 

Once I sit down I see the little boy staring at me so I smile and wave at him. He looks away and talks to his sister about I don’t know what. 

After a couple of minutes the rest of them come back and we all eat. 

I’m just eating like I haven’t eaten in years and they all look at me.

“Damn little lady! You sure can put it away!” Frank tells me.

I then let out a laugh with my mouth full. 

We were in the studio practicing for our upcoming tour and I was playing my drums while Gerard sings because sometimes when we practice we do the one on one practices. 

I have my headphones on of course so I don’t make myself go deaf but I then see Gerard not singing anymore so I take them off.

“You good Gee?” “Yeah it’s just you’re going too fast and it’s distracting me a bit.”

Well damn, it usually is like that when I get trigger happy. It’s normal so we’re all used to it. 

“I’ll try not to get trigger happy this time.” I tell him. 

COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER….

I was playing but this time with everyone in the band watching me and I felt kinda pressured but I’m used to it by now because of concerts and stuff. 

“You see what I mean?” Gerard questions them. “It’s like she becomes a fireball.” 

Oh no…are they gonna kick me out of the band because of it…? 

I take my headphones off and I just put my head in my palms. 

“Hey, you okay?” Ray questions. 

“I’m sorry…I can’t help being too fast…do what you gotta do and kick me out of the band…” I tell them. 

They all then start laughing. What’s so funny? What did I say? 

“Um why are y’all laughing?” I ask them. “You really think we’re gonna kick you out of the band because of a little mistake that’s not your fault at all?” Frank asks me. I give him a nod. “Um yeah? Don’t y’all have to because I keep on making the same mistake over and over again?” 

“Now why the hell would we do that?” Gerard asks. “Yeah,” Mikey starts. “You can fix it easily just by practicing by yourself. Like get a metronome or something and practice by counting and just practicing a bit by yourself.” 

I give him a shocked look. Maybe I am a bit of a dimwit.

“I’m just fucking stupid dude. I could’ve done that this whole time!? The whole damn time!?” I blurt out while everyone else just laughs.

ONE MONTH BEFORE THE TOUR….

It’s been a couple of months before that incident went down and honestly I’ve been much better about not being too fast while playing. 

Now the five of us are now practicing so I decide it’s finally time to show them my improvement!

We were playing one of our new songs which is called “Teenagers” and honestly I feel good about it. I just need their input on it since it’s been like a couple of months. 

Once we got done playing I take off my headphones and look at all of them. “So….what did y’all all think?” I ask them.

“I honestly feel like you did pretty good.” Gerard says and the other three agree with me. 

After like five planes, two layovers, one cancellation we are finally somewhere the fans have been waiting for months for! A meet and greet!

I’m asleep on the bus but I suddenly feel a weight on top of me as if it was my fat cat Gizmo. I open my eyes to see Gerard staring into my fucking soul! 

I yelp and accidentally hit him in the nose. “Oh shit!” I exclaim.

I get up but I accidentally knock Gerard down. 

I immediately check on him for any injuries. “You good…?” I ask in a scared tone.

I then hear him laughing? Shouldn’t he be…I don’t know…groaning in pain?

“Why are you laughing!?” I question him. “Your….Your reaction!” He laughs out loud. 

I hit him on the arm and decide to be nice and go grab him a tissue or something for his nose since it’s bleeding. 

FORTY MINUTES LATER…..

We got everything ready and we walk in and good thing no one slept outside the convention center overnight because it would be a nightmare to get in if they did. 

We got everything set up and I put my pictures where I’m sitting at which is in between Frank and Gerard. Who knows what would happen if they were sitting right next to eachother….

AN HOUR LATER….

It then hits ten o clock. Fans are rushing in to see us. People getting in all the lines. Pure chaos.

The first person in my line was a girl who seemed to be my age. A little bit shorter, has amber skin, and has pink hair with some purple racoon patterns. 

TIMESKIP AGAIN BECAUSE I’M FEELING LAZY AF….

It’s now three o clock, we end at three thirty so it’ll be good. I have one more in my line while Ray has three, Mikey has three as well, Gerard has two, and Frank has six. 

‘Looks like I’m just faster…’ 

The last person in my line is a little girl who seemed to be at least like ten. Who lets their ten year old be in a line for a meet and greet for an alternative rock band I don’t know but she’s adorable. 

“Hi sweetheart, what's your name?” I ask the little girl. 

“I’m Claire…” She says shyly. “Well nice to meet you Claire! You want an autograph?” 

The girl looks at me shocked but she then looks down. “Yeah but…I don’t have any money…” 

I feel bad. That’s when I come up with an idea. “That’s fine! I can give it to you for free! It’ll be our little secret.” I exclaim to her while I sign a picture. The picture I’m signing is one of my favorites. In the picture I’m playing the drums while we are playing a concert and I have my hair in pigtails (at this time I had some red streaks in my hair) and I’m wearing some skeleton makeup. 

I give the autograph to the little girl and she smiles. “Thank you…” She tells me. 

“It’s no problem! Would you like a photo with me as well?” I ask her and her eyes light up as she nods. 

I chuckle and get out from behind the table and go to the little photo-op thing we have so we can take pictures with our fans! 

Once we took a picture, the girl suddenly hugs me but I decide to hug her back. 

She then took her leave and I see her mom take her. 

‘So her mom was here…still who lets their kid stay in line by themselves….?’

Me and my band aka My Chemical Romance are on our tour bus on the way to our current location which is Texas! I’m the drummer of course! Ever since I joined I’ve gotten so much love by the fans! 

I’m laying my bunk (which is above Gerard’s) listening to music on my iPodwhen Frank decided it would be a good idea to just fucking jump up onto my bunk and just splat on top of me.

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!?” I yell at him.

“Sorry! I needed to make sure you were awake because I needed to tell you that we were stopping at a gas station in like twenty minutes!” He exclaimed.

“Well you didn’t have to jump on top of me!” I then start to hit the shit out of his arm.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER…..

“Alright folks enough of the gay jokes time to get out!” Frank says. 

Mikey, Ray, Gerard and I get out of the bus. Mikey looks like he’s about to pass out because I mean he was asleep. (His bunk is right across from mine) “You good Mikes?” I questioned him. 

“Yeah but it would be better if I was asleep right now.” “I feel you. But hey, at least you didn’t have Frank fucking jump onto your bunk and bother you about this.” 

Me and Mikey both laugh. 

We all walk in and Gerard and Frank just race right on over to the bathroom so either one could get in first. 

“I bet y’all $50 one of them is either gonna break the door down just to get in while the other is using it.” I challenge them.

“Bet!” Both Ray and Mikey say. 

While I’m grabbing a monster, Ray is grabbing a case of some Jones Soda, and Mikey grabs a slice of pizza from the hot box thing. That’s when we all hear Frank bust the goddamn door down! 

“HA I KNEW IT! PAY UP BOTH OF YOU!” I tell them. They both give me $50. I feel bad though because the other people in this damn gas station doesn’t have a clue in the fucking world what’s going on. 

Me, Ray, and Mikey decide to pay for our stuff while Frank and Gerard are being yelled at by our tour manager.