just had a really scummy idea
it's 2005, and you went to warped tour to see some of your favourite bands, mcr included.
they come out on stage, and you're screaming out, basically smushed against the barricade as they rock your eardrums.
at one point, there's a small interaction between Ray and a security guard, and you thought he pointed to you, but you must've been seeing things; you were just another face in the crowd.
their set finishes, and wanting to get off the barricade after getting your hips shoved into it repeatedly, you flagged down a security guard to help you out.
another guard says something to the one helping you, but you miss it completely.
and instead of finding your way to the public bathrooms, you're guided to the rows of buses near the venue.
and you're taken right to the mcr bus.
the door was open, almost like it was expecting your arrival, and you were ushered into a damp, charged space by none other than Ray himself, heart beating out of your chest.
they were all there, sweaty, disgusting, winding down from their performance, and you were starting to question why you were taken there.
it doesn't take long until you're on all fours on the sticky floor, taking Frank up your cunt and Ray down your throat, gagging from the stench.
Mikey had left to smoke, not wanting to stick around until it was his turn, and Gerard fumbled lazily with his cock as he sat on the messy lounge next to the scene, pointing a camcorder at you as you took it from both ends.
'you're gonna be famous, baby.' Frank snickered, the other two breathlessly laughing as your eyes brimmed with tears, senses overwhelmed with humiliation and pleasure.
the next day, you were plastered all over the news outlets for the world to see how much of a groupie whore you were for your favourite band <3