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"So, Mikey, what do you think about the success of your latest album, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge?"
Mikey looks up, his face thoughtful. "Well, it's really awesome," he tells the interviewer earnestly. And that's it, really. Mikey has never been a man of words – that's Gerard's thing – but here he is, stuck in shitty interviews while the rest of the band lounges around off-screen, probably drinking coffee or something. He sighs at the thought of caffeine.
The interviewer coughs a little, enough to jolt Mikey back to where he is. Right. She's looking at him like she expects more, so he fidgets around his head and comes up with some bullshit to pass the time. "I mean, we worked really hard on the album, and it's such a different direction from Bullets that we didn't know how people would react, so we're surprised it's getting a lot of success. Although there’s a big misconception of our band, now, that we’re in the back lighting things on fire and sacrificing virgins."
The interviewer laughs. "And you don't?"
"No," he replies with a shy smile. Well, he thinks to himself, except for that one time.
