Gerard dropped out of school and left his messed up home, and like many others turned his head to the only thing he knew: Robbery, crime. Small ones at first.
He's playing basement shows to ten people in the Chicago in like 1990 and she's the singer of the goth band that always plays before or after him. They keep running into each other at the same crappy clubs.
In which you're a 23 y/o LA painter — mildly famous on instagram for your moody oil paintings, messy studio livestreams at 2am, black dress, boots, paint under your nails, cigarette on your lip. Not an influencer, just that artsy girl everyone knows but nobody really knows.