The roar of sixty thousand people shook the stadium walls.
The LED screens outside still blazed with the name of the world’s biggest girl group as the final fireworks painted the night sky. Staff members sprinted through the endless maze beneath the stage, barking into headsets, dragging road cases the size of cars, and trying to transform an ocean of pink lighting into something far darker.
In exactly thirty minutes…
My Chemical Romance would take the stage.
Gerard Way leaned against a concrete wall backstage, dressed almost entirely in black despite the unbearable summer heat. Their equipment sat lined up behind security barriers while technicians argued over pyrotechnics and camera placements. Frank was somewhere stealing snacks from catering, Ray was quietly tuning guitars, Mikey had disappeared with a coffee, and Bob was complaining about the schedule for what had to be the fifteenth time.
Typical.
Gerard sighed, rolling his shoulders. Festivals were always chaos. Different genres, different audiences, different egos—all squeezed into one lineup because some executive thought it would “bring cultures together.”
Apparently.
He wandered through the backstage corridors to escape the noise. Every hallway seemed to overflow with dancers in glittering costumes, stylists carrying garment bags, managers speaking three languages at once, and security trying to stop everyone from wandering where they weren’t supposed to.
Then he bumped into someone.
“…Sorry.”
He looked up.
She couldn’t have been much younger than him—still dressed in an elaborate stage outfit that sparkled beneath the fluorescent lights, headset microphone hanging loosely around her neck. A towel rested over one shoulder, strands of hair sticking to her forehead after what must’ve been a brutal two-hour performance.
Release Date 2026.08.07 / Last Updated 2026.08.07