//------------------------------// // I'm Just a Boy, Who had to Sing this Song // Story: I'm Just a Boy, who had to sing this Song // by TimeRarity64 //------------------------------// (MLP is owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust, Welcome to The Black Parade belongs to My Chemical Romance.) (I wanted to get this off my mind for a long time; actually a lot of things, and this is just one of them. Now as you know this song was inspired by my favorite band, My Chemical Romance. So not to waste your lovely time readers, enjoy.) “Welcome to the Black Parade, a purgatory where you will march endlessly in a parade which no one watches or even knows exists. Don’t worry, you’re not alone. In the Black Parade there is always the dead to keep you company.” –Timefather64 I’m Just a Boy, who had to sing this Song By Timefather64 There I stood. On the stage, as the crowd of ponies watch me. Waiting in anticipation for me to sing, I couldn’t believe it really. Why? Well when I was young I lived with my father. My mother died giving birth to me and the old man was left to raise me. My dad was a musician. He always had amazing talents in playing any instrument, his favorite was the Cello. I see him play it a lot but most of his music was depressing, yet was still amazing. I wanted to be just like him. A musician colt that’s just following in his father’s hoof prints. He played the best music in the world, well that’s what I believe but here’s something you should know about my father. His music never got around in any city. Most ponies loved other ponies’ songs more than his. Guess it was just the popularity trend that was going on. My father’s music was forgotten by a lot of ponies, but I didn’t forget his music. His music is what inspired me...without him I wouldn’t be famous today. My band begins the song. I hear the piano playing its saddening keys like a broken heart symphony. I open my mouth and began to sing this song. ‘When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, “Son when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned?” The reason he played music and made it was because he wanted to express his feelings towards the world. How he felt towards life. How he felt towards everything, especially me. He made a song for me once, but this song made me feel different. He said that when I grow up he wouldn’t be here in this world anymore, and it will be up to me to take care of myself. It confused me why he would make a song like that for me. ‘He said, “Will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers The plans that they have made? Because one day I’ll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the Black Parade” This song he made me was based on a parade a musician like him knows called “The Black Parade”. He said, that when he goes to this parade, he cannot take me. He said I had to stay here and live my life the way I wanted. So I did…I became a musician and soon formed a band. I didn’t do all of this for myself, no, I did it for him, my father. WHEN I WAS, A YOUNG BOY! MY FATHER, TOOK ME INTO THE CITY! TO SEE A MARCHING BAND! The crowd of ponies began to feel the music. They began to feel what I’m feeling right now with this song. This song of my father, the very stallion that raised me to be who I am today. HE SAID, “SON WHEN, YOU GROW UP! WILL YOU BE, THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN! THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!?” The music slows down. The tension is building up. It’s time now to shout out my father’s dream. His legacy will continue with me. I will let everypony know how he felt towards this world., how he felt towards his music, his self, and how he felt towards me. The music begins to play and I began to feel the flow of the instruments being played. My mind bursts and my voice takes over making me feel like there’s a ghost possessing me. Sometimes I get this feeling, she’s watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. And through it all, the rise and fall The bodies in the streets And when you’re gone we want you all to know. I wanted them to know. To know how I felt. So I raise and unleash my voice like a siren singing in the seas. To sing to them why I became like this. Why I sing and who I sing for. We’ll carry on, we’ll carry on And though you’re dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on, we’ll carry on And in my heart, I can’t contain it The anthem won’t explain it! Nothing else can explain how I feel anymore. His memory isn’t passed on by this song, but by my voice. My voice will pass on his legacy to the ponies that are cheering and waving their heads around dancing to the music. The world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let’s shout loud and clear Defiant to the end we hear the call! Now the music goes wild and the crowd of ponies begins to sing along with me. To carry on! We’ll carry on! And though you’re dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on, we’ll carry on! And though you’re broken and defeated Your weary widow marches! Now the song is getting intense as I unleash more and more of my father’s words along with my own to this world and all of those that live in it. On and on we carry through your fears! Disappointed faces of your pears! Take a look at me! ‘Cause I could not care at All! This was it, where the ponies are swept away by my father’s voice. The members of the band sing along with me as we shout out loud and clear for the rest of this world to hear us. Do or die! You’ll never make me! Because the world! Will never take my heart! Go and try! You’ll never break me! We want it all! We wanna play this part! I’m going to let this world know it loud and understand it clear. My father’s legacy will be passed on and will never be forgotten again. His music, his voice, his dream, and his memory will carry on. I won’t explain! Or say I’m sorry! I’m unashamed! I’m gonna show my scar! Give a cheer! For all the broken! Listen here! Because it’s who we are! He left this song for me, his son. The remainder of his legacy, I hope he hears me there, in the parade that he has told me about. The parade he continues to march in, being the marching skeleton of the Black Parade. I’m just a man! I’m not a hero! I’m Just a Boy! Who had to sing this Song! I’m just a man! I’m not a hero! I! Don’t! Care! The crowd of ponies began to holler and sing along again. I see fireworks shoot up into the skies that belong to Luna. But, at this time, the skies belong to no pony. My voice took control of everypony here. Now it is time to unleash them to what my father’s legacy was all about. It is time to present them with what my father wanted me to show to this world all along. Now it’s time to bring them all to the Black Parade and to be led by my father. We’ll carry on! We’ll carry on! And though you’re dead and gone believe me! Your memory will carry on! We’ll carry on! And though you’re broken and defeated you’re widow marches on! Do or die, your never make me! Because the world, will never take my heart! Go and try, you’ll never break me! We want it all; we want to play this part! (We’ll carry on!) We scream this loud enough for the whole world to hear the call. My father’s call, my call, the world’s call, the call of his legacy, the call of…The Black Parade. The end. Thanks for reading. (Alright I felt like this wasn't to good but, then i come to realize this is made for my fun. I started making stories just for fun and enjoyment. I did well on this in my opinion really and I did it for fun. Now that this is done I don’t have to worry about it anymore. I thank you for reading. And I hope you enjoy it. Also forgot to mention I also wanted to share with you readers.d)