Standing under the big orange sign of Oracle Park among a mass of spike-adorned, fish-netted, eyeliner’d young adults was like a homecoming.

I became a fan of My Chemical Romance in 2013. My timing could not have been worse, as that year, the band announced its breakup. Still, I loved MCR through my teens and now into my 20s. Like many fans my age, I resigned myself to never seeing them live, living vicariously through blurrily recorded concert footage.

About three years ago, the band’s YouTube channel released a video out of the blue with a list of tour dates at the end, completely breaking my side of the internet. The dramatic, cryptic and gothic video was of a marble statue of The Angel of Death falling to the ground and shattering, ending with tour dates. The six-minute song “ T

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