The date was 9/11, I remember that very distinctly, as it was the day I had planned to commit suicide. I was just in 3rd grade when I first heard your voice blasting through my radio. It was back in the days when I still had my mask of a pop princess, still hid the depression, the self harm, the suicidal thoughts. Yup- those were the danger days. Anyways, I was once again listening to the radio on my purple boom box that I got for my birthday that year, when this song suddenly came blaring through my headphones. Guess what song?
No, it wasn't on Three Cheers. Was that album even out back then?
No, it wasn't Vampires Will Never Hurt You, surprisingly.
Nope, not Skylines and Turnstiles.
No, not any of those. The song that, whether by fate or by chance, that was chosen to float into my ears was not any of those. It was Early Sunsets over Munroville. The haunting tune was soothing to by aching mind, calming to the turmoil battling within me. For a second, it was almost like the whole world had stopped and dropped it's weapons to listen to the tune coming from my beloved boom box. At least, that's how it was for me. The little bit of beauty I heard made me feel like suddenly, somebody got it. Somebody knew what it was like to put a brave face on, to feel as if they were split into two: the outside, and the inside.
Somebody, somewhere, knew. The raging pain deep inside of me calmed for a few minutes, knowing that somebody out there got it. You got that sometimes I felt like the real me was dead, that my outside was slowly taking over the exhausted truth inside. A But it was OK. Because SOMEBODY noticed, SOMEBODY could see my pain. Somewhere, someone was going through the same thing.
And that gave me hope. That helped me to get through one more day of being told to go slit my wrists by my fellow third grade classmates. It reminded me that I COULD survive, against all the odds. Yes, MCR has saved my life, just like it has saved the lives of so many others.
That night, instead of slitting my wrists and taking the pills, I threw out the bottle, returned the knife.
Why? Because I had this little spark ignited deep within me, helping me to burn away the demons that taunted me from the inside.
Since that day, your music has helped me to get over the pill addiction. It gave me a reason to ignore the taunts. The sounds calmed the turmoil within me, making the need to feel metal slicing through my pale skin fade to nothing but a faint whisper. I no longer felt the ghost of a noose around my neck slowly tightening, squeezing the very air I needed to survive from my broken body. And all with just the notes you sang. The riffs Frank rocked. The lines Mikey plucked. The solos Ray threw his heart into. Just with those floating through my headphones, all the pain goes away.
My MCR story. Hope you enjoy though I am quiet. Not your typical fan, I really do hope that something good comes of this. Though I'm well aware this is a "contest" I just want someone to learn something from this video. To see that average is an opinion between different people and hopefully this will help you understand why I listen to MCR. This is my story thus far.
Last winter. I visited the boy I liked, and we listened to music. Then he showed me nanana, and I fell in love with the song. It was also before the music vedeo, or at least not the video that he showed me, so I fell in love with the music before I knew what they looked like.
when I was about 9, I was playing a singing video game. I was flicking through the songs, looking for one to sing, when I came apon an amazing guitar rift and some heartfelt lyrics. It was MCR's song, Helena. For the first time in my life, I heard a song that made sence to me. It sounds corny and cheesey and all that good stuff, but it was true. I knew, even then, that this song, this band, was something different. I have loved them ever since.