Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Way. I'm pretty sure he owns himself. This is NOT anything against Lyn-Z! This is in kind of a parallel universe where gerard has no band, but is still फ्रेंड्स with every band member. The storyline is of Gerard, a famous artist, who is searching for human मॉडेल to paint. Along the way he comes across a beautiful ballet dancer named Emily Dameur. Follow the sad, heart-melting, romantic, and sometimes blissful tale of these two in Gerard's Dance. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Art supply shopping. Damn the person who invented it.

I browsed the shelves of dry canvas, picking some of them up and placing them in the cart. I would need several at medium size... Maybe twenty inches द्वारा twenty inches. Then a few और large, fifty द्वारा forty-four, and a few smalls; ten द्वारा eight.

People expected my art to be great. I was pretty famous for my art, but my paintings were faceless, so going to public places was no big deal. Only once before had someone recognized me- and she was a college art student who apparently was a big प्रशंसक of my work.

I wasn't expecting to run into my buddy, Frank. I had come back घर to Jersey to paint some और before I went out to any auctions या art shows.

"Gee?"

My senses snapped. I'd been so absorbed in canvas shopping I hadn't seen him coming.

I turned, recognizing the voice. "Hey!" I abandoned my गाड़ी for a moment to शामिल होइए Frank. He was short with black hair and very pale skin. He wore eyeliner sometimes, but he was not emo. This kid was a three साल old.

He grabbed me tightly. "God, it's so good to see you!" he released me. "So what brings आप to Jersey?"

I smiled, leading him to my cart. "This," I said, pointing to the canvases. "I have some painting to do."

"Ah..." Frank replied.

"How's Mikey?" I asked, beginning to browse the shelves again. Mikey was my little brother. He didn't look much like me- dirty blond, wore glasses, a slender face.... No. I was short (but taller than Frank) with black hair, a और square face, and I didn't need glasses. I tell Mikey all the time to wear contacts... But he says they 'hurt so fuckin bad.'. Mikey was staying with Frank for now, until he got a house. I lived in an apartment that was too small for two people, so Mikey just didn't live there.

"Oh, he's good.... He recently tried doing art like you, but isn't very good..." he laughed. "So he says he will stick to writing." Mikey was an author. Nothing big yet, but he had a book out that sold pretty well. "How's the art going? Did the auction go okay?"

"I've done better," I mumbled. I picked out a large canvas and placed it in the cart, then wheeled my गाड़ी off to the utensil aisle.

"Was it that bad?" Frank asked, shuffling after me.

"Not bad, but not good."

"Did आप sell that one painting?"

"Oh, I sold them all... Just not for the best prices. I only got a few hundred grand total." Excuse me for sounding like a pouty rich kid, but the money just doesn't flow in the art world. I had half a साल to make what money I had last. Frank understood that, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"S'okay, man. My career isn't doing so hot either."

Frank worked for a phone company. He made a decent salary, so he could afford a generally comfortable lifestyle. Mine on the other hand was hard and busy. The only time I felt free was when I actually painted. Time just seemed to stop then, as I painted my pictures, releasing what was in my heart.

"People switching phone companies?"

"Occasionally. But the real problem is the stock market..." and Frank went on to explain the financial difficulties his company was having. I listened with half an ear, too absorbed in trying to find what I needed. I didn't need to hear any economic shit या whatever else related to it right now.

Somewhere, Frank must have stopped, because I heard this: "So what kind of stuff will आप be painting?"

I froze. Damn.

"Uh..." the गाड़ी stopped rolling and I had to think of something to say. I hadn't thought about that much... "Modeling.." was that the best I could think of? "You know, get a woman model, and paint her." Curse my tongue. Damn excuses.

"Oh! So does that mean you'll have a bunch of hot chicks at your house all the time? Way to go, Gerard!" he started laughing hysterically, and I punched him on the shoulder.

"Just because I haven't had a girlfriend in-"

"Ten years?". I stopped again, my दिल sinking. I looked down a little, then turned to face my friend.

"I was going to say 'in a while.'" I shot at him. "I don't need आप trying to get me a girlfriend, okay?"

Frank raised his hands in defeat. "Don't shoot! Besides... आप shouldn't give up on प्यार yet. You're only twenty-five. Some people get married when they're sixty, Gerard. You'll find someone."

Those words struck me, but I shoved them away. "Please, not now. I still have to buy all this stuff."

Frank stared at me, really hard, and then sighed. "Okay, Way... Whatever आप say. Why don't आप come visit me and Mikey before आप start to work?"

I frowned. "I can't right now. I have to find some willing मॉडेल first." So, I guess it was decided then. Model painting. Portraits.

Frank smiled. "Okay. See आप soon, though, right?"

I smiled slightly back. "Yeah. I'll call आप up when I can."

"K. See you!" Frank called, then turned away.

I sighed. I didn't need a girlfriend.... I only needed my art and my friends.

I wheeled the full गाड़ी towards the check-out so I could head home.





अगला IN GERARD'S DANCE:
Gerard finds a willing model to come and be painted. A तारीख, दिनांक is set, and Gerard finally gets to go visit Frank and his brother. When the first दिन of modeling comes, a beautiful black haired woman arrives at Gerard's door...I hope आप will read it!