Industry || Pete Wentz

Chapter 3

I've been at the studio for two hours and I haven't even recorded yet, Harley was busy doing back up vocals and his guitar parts, it was just him and I at the studio since Riley and Marty had already done their parts.

"Hey Harley, I'd love to say I have all day but I don't so please hurry the fuck up."

"I can't get this guitar right Vi!" He groans, as he tries to play the song again.

"Maybe because it's so out of tune it's giving me a headache." I snap, I walk to the back of our recording room, we had a coffee machine put in the back, it wasn't very nice coffee but it was strong so it kept you awake for late night song writing.

"Our guitar technician is sick so I had to try and tune it myself."

"Look Harl, I'll go and find someone in another recording booth, just do your backing vocals now whilst I'm looking." I sigh before readjusting my dress.  I storm out the recording booth and walk down the record company's halls, it was pretty quiet today and all that could be heard was the sound of my heels clicking on the floor. I come up to the closest recording booth and knock on the door before opening it. There was four boys sitting around laughing, I instantly recognised them as Panic! At The Disco.

"Do you know where the guitar technician is?" I ask in a monotone voice, the boys just looked up at me with confusion.

"Did I stutter?" I sigh.

"N-No, I think he's with Fall Out Boy." I think he was called Brendon stutters.

"Aren't they like on the other side of the building?"

"Go down the hall then take a right it's the fourth door on the left." Ryan tells me before Brendon can embarrass himself again.

"Right thanks whatever." I slam the door behind me before walking down the halls with confidence, I recite the directions Ryan gave me over and over again in my head until I reach the fourth door on the left. I open the door without knocking to Fall Out Boy sat in a circle with guitars and shit.

"Oh Violet!" Andy grins, I shoot him a quick smile.

"Do you know where the guitar technician is?" I was getting tired of chasing around for the guitar technician.

"Yeah, he'll be back here in a minute, he's just getting us some picks." The guy with the fro tells me whilst the other two just stare at me in awe.

"Take a picture it'll last longer." I snap, which causes Andy to burst out laughing. A young guy stumbles in with a handful of guitar picks. I read his name tag as Tony.

"Tony, can you please come tune Harley's guitar, it's giving me a pounding headache. Please before he breaks it." I beg.

"Yeah sure, I'll be back in a minute guys." He says all out breath, he must do a lot of running around. I storm out with Tony jogging beside me, I remember the directions from before and make my way back to our dressing room.

"You found him?" Harley asks, he was sat on the sofa, he must have finished his backing vocals.

"Yeah, Tony the guitar's over there." I point over to it, it was sitting next to me Mark Hoppus Fender.

"Do you want me to tune anything else?"

"No it's ok." I fake a smile before going into the booth to record Weightless in one go.

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"Man that took hours." I nudge Harley as we walk out of the recording studio, all the bands who are on the same label all work in the same building. I don't know why it just works that way. One day I want to open my own recording studio for our band or maybe own my own label. Right now I'm focusing on AOTD, and making it big. We already are big but I want to be bigger, I want to be one those bands that inspire people, that they base their bands off. You don't get many bass playing lead singers or girl drummers or even girl lead singers in the pop punk industry. We are one of a kind.