I love performing live; the excitement is like being on seventh heaven. I get such a buzz from seeing the fans faces full of joy as they chant the words to our songs timed perfect with Gerard. And that night was no different. We were on stage, having a great time as we run and jumped around like kids in a playground, well I guess when were live the stage is our playground. It was about half an hour into our performance and everything was going great; me, Frank and Ray had played all the right notes, Bob had drummed all the right beats and Gerard had sung all the right words. We were living the dream. I always remember when I was a kid; I loved to play my bass, I would practice all the time. Gerard would often come into my room and ask me to stop cause he had mountains of homework to do, and hed left it till the last moment again. But I didnt, I carried on playing, fantasizing about playing in front of loads of people with my tunes ringing in everyones ears for miles around. And when I was on stage I felt truly happy and what made it better was that my brother was right there with me, singing his heart out every night for the pleasure of people who loved our music. After a while my feet began to get very warm, not from the sweat they build up after about half an hour of jumping around. No, there was something else. But I didnt let it bother me, not until I caught the scent of smoke. I looked around trying to see where the smell was coming from. I leaned over to Frank and said;
Do you smell smoke? He Stared at me for a while, sniffed the air then shock his head. Maybe Im just imagining things I thought. But I wasnt. 10 minuets passed when out of nowhere the there was a huge rumble and the stage shock as a massive wall of flames burst through the stage in front of me. It sent me stumbling backwards as I held my hand in front of my eyes. At first I didnt understand what was happening. I glanced around me and saw Frank, Ray and Bob staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the fire. I could see them but I couldnt see Gerard.
The music had stopped but the screaming continued, but it wasnt full of joy and exhilaration as it once had been but of fear and panic. I felt an unusual heat on the back of my neck. I turned only to be struck in the face by fire. I fell to the floor hard and felt a pain tear up my leg; I knew that pain, Id felt it before. I couldnt see the rest of the band but I could hear Mikey calling my name.
Over here! I shouted back. I stared through the flames and could see him searching for me as I had him, his bass still hanging around his neck. I could just about make out the look of panic on his face. I could see Frank, Ray and Bob with the same look on their faces. Bob moved away from his drums,
Cmon lets get off this thing quickly! He and Frank then run towards the stage exit to safety. Mikey only followed them with his eyes; Ray pulled him by the arm.
Gerard, get off the stage quick! He called.
I cant! There was no reply, Mikey! He must have gone because I could no longer see or hear him. I looked at the crowd who were beginning to run. That of course, shouldve been my first action, but I felt myself rooted to the spot. Shaking with fear, panic building inside me as I stared at the huge barrier of flames in front of me. They mocked my petrified state, laughing at the fact I couldnt move. And they were gonna get me, they werent gonna let me escape. But I had to try. I pushed away all the fear that had built up inside me and attempted to move. With the pain in my leg making me unable to stand I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to crawl.
My hands burned on the boiling wood, I had no idea wood could get so hot after just a few moments after surrendering to fire. With a cry I lifted my hands and blew them to cool them down slightly and then I tried again. My hands stung more than the first time. I rolled back over and sat upright. The stage began to shudder and jolt as pieces of burning wood and metal fell in sparks at me feet. Then the area I was sitting on collapsed and I fell; I fell into the burning cave bellow. The world was transformed into one of flames, each direction I looked was taken over by fire, the wires that trailed the floor sparked and the equipment was ablaze. The heat was horrendous but worse than the heat was the smoke. It threatened to suffocate me at any second, I tore off my Black Parade jacket and pulled the top of my shirt over my nose and mouth, it gave me a small mask of protection. There was an explosion next to me; it wasnt huge but big enough to send me flying into another direction. Glass, wood and metal cutting my face, arms, legs and chest. As lay taken aback I coughed madly, my eyesight blurred and I began to feel dizzy after breathing in so much smoke. Smoke which hung heavy in the air, stealing the oxygen like a thief. I couldnt get out now as the fire swarmed around me, I knew that it was the end of the line for me. Well, on the plus side you could kinda say I went out with a bang! I thought about Ray and Bob and Frank, we had become more than friends during the years wed been together as a band, they had become my brothers. Then I thought of my real brother, Mikey. I hope hell be okay without me, I thought. When we were kids we were so close but we never imagined being in a band together, it was awesome to perform on stage as band mates and brothers. As I reminisced about all the amazing times we all had I felt tears form in my eyes and run down my scolding cheeks. Slowly my sight faded until I was plunged into a world of black.