The Beauty Behind The Psycho's Creation

Uma Thurman

(Pete's POV)

Our manager loved the sound of Novocaine. Disney loved the sound of Immortals. Our producer loved the sound of The Kid's Aren't Alright. And everyone lived the sound of American Beauty/ American Psycho. Well everyone except Patrick Stump. Which is exactly how I wanted it.

Tonight, we were doing a listening session for Immortals and The kids aren't alright. I loved playing the smaller places. I grabbed a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt. No need to get fancy, we were going to be in a dimly lit room the entire time. Joe and Andy should be here any minute to pick me up. Smiling in the mirror, I remember the childish purchases I made earlier today. I went to my closet and took out the burgundy cardigan and black fedora. This was going to be fun. The doorbell rung and I grabbed up my new glasses on the way to get it.

"Dude!" Joe laughed as soon as the door opened.

"Why? Just why?" Andy sighed. "Do you want him to hit you? Is that what this is?"

"So you don't like my new look?" I took the hat off of my head and they both gasped at my very blonde hair.

"Dude!" Joe said again, running his hands through it to make sure it was real. "This is going to be awesome."

"This is going to be a disaster!" Andy disagreed. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm going to sing." I grinned.

"What?!"

"Since Patrick won't sing American Beauty for the sitting, I'm going to."

"Shut up!" Joe's vocabulary seemed very limited this evening. But at least he was laughing. That's what I wanted from this look. Laughter from everyone else. Anger from Patrick.

"You don't sing." Andy reminded me.

"I will tonight."

"Dude, you're blonde." Joe seemed to not believe it. I put the hat back on my head and winked.

"Call me Barbie Pete."

We pulled up to the place about twenty minutes later. Patrick was already in there. He'd come early for singers soundcheck or something like that. I got Joe to take a picture of me outside the small bar. So I could post it to Twitter and Instagram. Both with the caption of 'Call Me Barbie Pete.' I made sure I let a little of the blonde hair show in front of the hat.

When we walked in the door, Patrick was no where to be seen. There were a few people sitting around already. One being MJ. What was she doing here? I walked over to her and noticed she was sitting beside Elisa. I paused but they'd already saw me. I watched Elisa's face for any sign of anger. It was impossible for her to have not heard my yelling the other day. So she knew I slept with her her husband. She heard all the things I said about her. But instead of the suspected anger, her face lit up with humor.

"Patrick is going to love this!" She stood and hugged me. My eyes widened. Either she really was in a coma that day or she was a great actress. She let me go and stood back to examine me with a large smile. She laughed. "Is that a permanent blonde?" I nodded. She laughed again.

"It suits you." Megan stood then and kissed my cheek. I didn't know how to react. Why was she here? She seemed to read my mind. "Elisa asked me to come because she didn't want to be the only pregnant one in the room." She smiled at her.

"How is my little man?" I placed my hand on her large stomach, hoping to feel him moving, but I didn't. "Has he been active?"

"Not that much today, thankfully." MJ rolled her eyes playfully. "So don't you go getting him all excited. You won't have to sit through hours of a little human kicking your insides." I smiled. "How's Bronx?"