My Chemical Romance Marching Band Novels & Stories

A pair of blood-stained red satin heels called The Missing Shoes. I stared at them, completely confused. "Aren't these all girl stuff? What am I supposed to do with them?" I muttered to myself. Ximena gently tugged on my sleeve. "Hey, it's time to go to our room." She turned and told George to arrange accommodations for the guests, especially the three remaining players. I was escorted by eerie puppets into a brightly decorated wedding chamber. Right in the center of the room stood two pitch-black coffins. Ximena pointed to one of them.

KACEY was still in disbelief. I left Kacey by stepping into my position to the left of the stage. I waved to the crowd, who were greeted by thunderous cheers from the SOUNDRENALINE Music Fest assembly. "Che!" the MC introduced me. Ryg's band crew — most of them — came from some employees of Inferno Music Studio and several neighbors in Certajava. Kimmich, who worked as a parking attendant on a daily basis, now had his turn to look after my equipment.

He's just like that but he was really different from me. "That's Cntrl S, now can we have a sit?" I made him sit down first and I just kept looking at him until they disappeared inside the field. Because I'm very curious about this band and the first time I said goodbye to mommy who was watching the battle of the band. "Text me and Gaston when you are going home, darling, take care, ok, I love you," mommy hugged me before letting me leave with Gaston. "Let's all welcome The CNTRL S-band of Mondrian University," one by one they took the stage and set their instruments.

THE SCHOOL LOOKED LIKE a medieval fantasyland. Metal knight statues that seemed to watch our every move framed the front doors. Couples snapped pictures next to them before going inside where the music blared with the promise of a good time. It was almost like Ruthie had written the script. Arm in arm, the four of us practically floated through the doorway and into the auditorium. We gasped with delight when we saw that it was decorated with hundreds of sparkling stars hanging from strings of lights on a lowered ceiling. A castle backdrop hung from the stage and flickering sconces in varying shapes and sizes stuck out from the walls like glowing gargoyles. Students melted out of our way, sta

I reached out to wrap my arm around her, to pull her in for a hug—when the sound of music nearby caught both our attention. “Is that music?” I muttered as she pulled away, my eyes darting around for the source, spotting a crowd forming nearby. “It’s the Midnight Flame Dance,” she replied quietly. “It’s a special part of the festival. Like a tradition—for bonding, or healing, or something like that.” Her voice held softness, a kind of wonder, as she watched the glowing lanterns being lifted into the sky, their orange light casting a warm hue across the crowd. People began pairing up as the music slowly rose with a low, emotional rhythm that somehow matched the flickering flames.

Could we be wrong about them? Jordan elbows me. “Come on. He needs somebody to try his creations out on.” Roman smiles affectionately and points at him with a honey stick. “I’ll convert you one day.” I surrender. “The syrup sounds great.” And it is. It’s unbelievable. We all sip cocoa and join the crowd flocking to hear the street band. A guitarist, a trumpet player, a flute player, and someone shaking a tambourine. The singer croons a popular shifter tune. I hum along while Kent moves to the beat, lapping up cocoa like it’s going to disappear.