Recently, there was a contest on a rather famous radio station to win back-stage passes to see My Chemical Romance. I wasn't the one who won them, because I utterly despise the radio other then the classical station, but one of my neighbor's daughter did.
To her dismay, her parent's forbade her to go and naturally decided that they should give the passes to me, why they did this is unbenknownst to me.
Anyway, I tried as hard as I could to get rid of these accursed pieces of cardboard and laminant, to no avail.
Anyway, I came to the realization that I could speak with them, and ask them personally why they release such dreadful music.
I avoided going to the actual concert hall as if my life depended on it, because I would probably have slit my throat with a shard of shattered beer bottle that was on the floor.
After the concert, I showed the guard my pass, and he led me into the room to hang out with the band. This is what came of this.

Me:"Hello, my name is (Malice)."
Gerard:"Hello, (Malice), what's up?"
Ray:"Yeah, sup?
Me: "It has come to my attention that your music has grown quite popular amongst teenagers and the like. Especially your song Helena."
Mikey:"Yeah, isn't it cool?"
Me:"No, it's not. You're music is the same mindless drivel that the media's been shoving down the throats of the consumer for years."
Gerard:"Hey, that's not nice. Our music has deep, personal meaning to it. But you just don't understand."
Me:"By personal meaning, you're reffering to Helena, right?"
Gerard:"Yes. You see, Mikey and I grew up in a pretty rough neighborhood, but our grandma would always encourage us to..."
Me:"Stop right there. There you go again, even in person you spew cliched garble at whomever there is available to say it to. You sound like every other tortured artist/emo band in existance."
Mikey:"We're not EMO, we're alt. rock."
Me:"Well, excuse my ignorance to the subtle differences between emo and alt. rock, seeing as how they all sound like crap to me."
Gerard:"If you weren't cute I would slap you."
Me:"What the Hell?"
Mikey:"You know what, we should teach him a lesson."
Frank:"Yes, I agree. Hey, (Malice) wanna play a game?"
They began slowly approaching me promiscuously, instilling a deep sense of dread within me.
Gerard extended his had and began rubbing my leg, which really sickened me.
Gerard:"Come on, you know you want to."
This had gone on long enough, I took hold of Gerard's neck and headbutted him as hard as I could, rendering him unconcious.
Mikey let out an angered yell and leaped at me, but was met with a haymaker to the face, knocking out three of his teeth.
Frank grabbed a baseball bat that just happened to be lying around and Matt took hold of a chain, which also just happened to be lying around.
Frank was the first to take a swing at me, which I expertly dodged, making him look like a tool. Then Matt rushed at me and tried to wrap the chain around my neck, but I took hold of it and easily snatched out of his hands and smacked him around with it.
At that moment, Frank had come up behind me and raised the bat above his head, at the last isntant I rolled out of the way, causing the baffoon to hit his own friend in the back of the head.
I began circling Frank, who was now pissed off beyond reason. I began taunting him, to make him angrier and thusly, make him dumber. My plan worked, and he ran at me at full speed.
I simply performed a round-house kick and sent him flailing backward and crashing onto the coffee table.

Even though the conert sucked and I had to put up with Gerard Way's passes, the day wasn't a total loss.