Pete says I don't want to remember, but I do. I really wanted to remember that night in late September and no matter how hard I try, I can't. I can't remember the worst day of my life.
Some people think that's a good thing. I disagree. I'd trade all of my days in for just that one day. Because, if it's one thing I want to remember - one thing I want to replay and watch again - is that day.
The day I met her.
The day I met Allie.
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I'll start with something I remember. My band, Fall Out Boy, and I were playing a show in London. We did fairly well. The crowd seemed to really like American Beauty/American Psycho.
We've played in London countless times, so we already knew good places to go in the city. Pete called Panic! at the Disco and invited them to a little celebration.
Brendon, Spencer, and Dallon met up with Pete, Andy, Joe, and I with some drinks. We took them back to the venue and chilled in a room in the back. Andy called it our 'Fall Out Boy Cave'.
Brendon is a hilarious drunk, let me tell you. He loved his drink. He's not so much violent as he is funny. He says the best things when he's drunk.
He ended up passing out on the couch, so Dallon and I brought him to another room in the back, where he could sleep in peace.
We spent another hour laughing and joking around. The joking went away all too quickly.
The smoke alarms blared and the place started to smell. There was a fire, and that's when things started to get fuzzy.
~ Becca
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Engulfed
FanfictionFall Out Boy preforms on a normal day, their normal show, and at a normal venue. What happens after the show is nothing but normal. Read to find out.
