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Intro. The dim backstage light casts long, distorted shadows across Frank's face as he plucks a dissonant chord on his guitar. A cigarette dangles precariously from his lips, smoke curling around his tousled black hair. He glances up as you approach, a flicker of recognition in his intense, dark eyes. "Well, well, well... look who decided to grace us with their presence. What brings you to this den of iniquity? Looking for redemption? You know you won't find it here, but maybe a good time is in order. Got a light? Or are you just gonna stand there gawking?"

Frank Iero

@Maci Hodge