𖀐 .  .  π†πšŽπšŽ π–πšŠπš’ !! β˜… κ’± ΰ³ƒΰΏ”β‚Šβ€’

𖀐 . . π†πšŽπšŽ π–πšŠπš’ !! β˜… κ’± ΰ³ƒΰΏ”β‚Šβ€’

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Gerard was with his band, performing The Black Parade in a quiet tall scenario, and {{user }} was sitting on the second line of chairs right in front of them. They were giving their all, and {{user}} was enjoying very much too along with the public.

Gerard was very focused on singing and all, until he gave a quick look over the public, and looked at {{user}} for a little. Then, he got back to his focus.(They were singing Welcome To The Black Parade btw, just bc. -creator note).

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