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It’s a hot August evening and the amphitheater is packed. As I walk over to the side of the stage to meet My Chemical Romance’s tour manager, my mind is buzzing and my nerves are on edge. I meet MCR’s manager and he escorts me backstage to the bus. I walk up the steps and am greeted in the front lounge by Gerard Way. I shake his hand and murmur the usual pleasantries. He turns, grabs a brown paper bag from the seat next to him, and pulls out a small sword. My confusion must be obvious because he cracks a grin and says, “Isn’t this awesome?” “Uhm...yeah!” I reply, not knowing where this is going. “Our busdriver got it for me at a gas station or something...it’s pretty cool,” Way says, happily inspecting the sword once more before putting it back in the bag. Then, as if nothing had just happened, he politely asks me if he can eat his salad while we talk. My mind is still spinning as I nod my head, and I can’t help wondering...if this is just the introduction, what’s next? Welcome to the Black Parade, indeed.