montemoney Blog and Journals

 "Let's go find Chasey,"  I yelled in Max's ear as Reggie and the Full Effect left the stage follwoing their set.  He nodded and we left the room just as the crowd of fans in front of the stage began to disperse.

  In the dressing room, it was only Chasey and Monte; the others were nowhere to be seen.  The pair of them were sitting side by side on the shabby old sofa thing, talking in low voices.  I exchanged an annoyed look with Max. 

 "Aww dude, you said she liked me,"  I exclaimed in my normal voice.  Chasey and Monte immediately glanced around and saw us standing there.

 "Oh hey guys,"  Monte greeted us.  

 "Hey.  What have you two been up to?"  Max asked suggestively; I just chose to ignore him.

 "Chas-eyyy, do you like me?"  I questioned.  Max joined in straight away.

 "Do you like Ronnie, Chasey?  If you say yeah then I'll get pissed at you cause Maxwell Scott Green knows when you've been a bad girl and when you've been seducing Monte over there.  If you say no then he'll cry cause he fancies you like mad.  And then I'll beat you up cause he's my best mate."  Monte and Chasey were staring at Max with a very weird look on their faces.  I elbowed him out the way.

 "I was asking her, man.  Y'know what, Chase?  I think you're a very bad girl.  And I like bad girls, darling."  I went over and leaned down with my elbows resting on the back of the sofa.  "Monte doesn't like you, Monte likes someone else.  I don't care what he said to you, it's not true.  On the other hand though sweetie, I know you like me and I know you want me...and I think you know I want you too...so what are we waiting for?  Let's go Chasey, let's get freaky."

  I jumped over the back of the sofa and landed between them; moments later, Max was sitting in my lap.

 "Heya Ron-Ron,"  he giggled and put his arms around me, burying his face against my neck.  It kinda felt good...in a weird way.

 "Not now Maxxy, I'm gonna get off with Chasey right now."  I tried to push him away, onto Monte and he sat up to glare at me.

 "ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?"  he screeched.  I began giggling at him, which seemed to just heat him up even more.  

 "Max...Maxxy..."  Monte was calling, but now Max was cracking up too.  Monte raised his voice to a shout.  "RONNIE!"

  I was so shocked I stopped laughing altogether.  Monte never shouted, never.  I glanced over at him. 

 " 'Sup Mr Money, you feelin' okay?"

 "Ronnie, that's not the point,"  he sighed.  I gave Max a hard shove and he fell off me, onto the floor - which very effectively shut him up.  "The point is...are you two feeling okay?  How much have you had to dr...no, wait - have you two been taking anything?"

 "No-oo,"  I shrieked, jumping up and pulling Max up too.  "C'mon Max, time we were outta here."  Max grabbed Chasey's arm and we sprinted out of the room.  Outside, in the hallway though, Chasey dug her heels in and stopped.

 "GUYS!  Calm the fuck down.  What are you doing?  Where are we going?"

 "We're gonna go start moshpits an' shit,"  Max explained.  "It's Alkaline Trio on next, then My Chem - we might as well do the guys a favour an' get the crowd excited."

 "Fag break first though,"  I declared.  "An' I dunno 'bout you two but I am dying for a piss."

 "Same-age,"  Max snickered.  "Wait here Chase, yeah?"  Conveniently, we'd skidded to a stop right outside the men's toilets, so me and Max immediately ducked inside.

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Chasey's P.O.V

 "Alright people, how the fuck is everyone tonight?"  Alkaline Trio's vocalist, Matt Skiba, screamed down the mic.  "Let's get this party started, huh?  This song we're dedicating it to all the bands who will play, and have played, here tonight.  Reggie and the Full Effect, Escape the Fate, and My Chemical Romance...this one's for you guys, and hopefully we can hang out later tonight."  The song began to play, and everyone started slamming into each other yet again.  I sighed heavily and exchanged a glance with Omar, who was next to me, right at the front.  We'd been here for about fifteen minutes, and as soon as Alkaline Trio had started playing, Ronnie and Max had started getting out of control.  For the first five minutes, I'd had to put up with it alone, but then Omar, Monte and Rob turned up.  They were actually kinda drunk too...but they weren't being as completely stupid as Max and Ronnie.  

  Chill the fuck out, Chasey, I told myself.  You're at an awesome gig, with five awesome guys...this is probably a lot of chicks dreams right now...so enjoy it.  I sighed and turned my attention back to the band (pointedly ignoring Max, who was attempting to crowd surf behind me), and began to move in time to the music.  It wasn't like I was even sober...and who wants to be Miss Responsibility, anyway?  I promptly leaned back, away from the stage, the barriers, the security guards, and into the midst of the moshpit.  I was Chasey Rader, I was Escape the Fate's merch girl, and tonight I was going to enjoy myself.

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Ronnie's P.O.V

  I was most definitely fucked.  

  Tonight had been the best night of my life, and it wasn't even over yet...in fact, it was only about eleven fifteen, and all of us - Chasey included - were rocking out in the mosh pit.  We'd all just been jumping around to My Chem's Hang 'em High, but that had just finished, and now they were starting another one...I'd forgotten what Gerard had said it was.  Oh well.  Whatever. 

  Max grabbed my hand and pulled me almost to the front of the crowd, and started doing this really fucking weird dance.  I giggled at him, then began dancing myself.  We were crashing into people everywhere, we were so high, and it was awesome, and hardcore, and dangerous, and addictive, and Omar and Monte were grabbing me, trying to pull me back, but I was shaking them off, and purposefully letting myself fall back against them, then getting back up, and slamming into Max again.  It was during one of these dance-crash-falls that I found myself facing the back of the room for some reason.  I started to turn back again...and that was when I saw her.  

  Chasey.

  With another guy.

  She was all over him...he was sitting on one of the stools at the bar.  I couldn't see his face, but I could see Chasey's...and she didn't look like she was enjoying herself, to say the least.  Her arms were around his neck, but the gesture looked forced and unnatural for her.  His hand was up under her - my - Draven tee, and he was kissing her.  Smothering her.  But the worst part - and I had no idea of how they were managing to get away with it in a public place - the worst part was that she was straddling him...and the jeans she'd been wearing were now on the floor.

  I thought I was gonna throw up...my knees gave way and I promptly crumpled to the floor.  Now, remember, I was in the middle of a mosh pit - so lying on the floor was basically a total suicide plea.  Or at least it would have been, if Max hadn't noticed me and got Omar to turn around.  The pair of them simaultaniously reached forward and picked me up between them.

 "Ronnie...we...go outsi...kay?"  Max tried to yell above the music.  Omar slung my other arm - the one that wasn't over Max's shoulder - over his own shoulder, and yelled in my ear.

 "We're gonna go outside, Ronnie.  Just try and hang on to us, okay?"  And that was when I passed out