The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 4 (Cheryl's POV)

"Dude! Today's the day, man!"

"I'm so excited!" Hailey replies, walking into the kitchen of the hotel room and sits in the bar stool next to me. I slide a bowl of cereal next to her, and she nods her head at me in thanks.

The concert is at 9:00 p.m., so we'll have to leave at around seven to have time to get there and actually get in there. We literally have nothing to do today until then, so of course the day is going to go agonizingly slow.

"Wanna go to Starbucks?" Hailey asks me a bit after finishing her breakfast.

Shrugging, I reply, "Sure, why not? Might as well get kicked out of another place while were here."

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"You know what? Fuck you! Get the hell away from me! Nobody asked your opinion! Go suck a dick!"

The small coffee place soon goes completely silent after Hailey's outburst at the girl behind her. She was talking to me about the concert later tonight, and of course the girl was listening in and had to stick her big-ass nose in and insult the band. Hailey got pissed, and started arguing with her. I'm just standing here with two cups of coffee in my hands and trying not to burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I'm going to have to escort you out of this building."

I turn my head to see this buff security guard walking up to a seething Hailey, about to grab her arms. Hailey looks even more pissed than she was when the creature insulted our band.

"Why? This animal butted into our conversation and started shit with me. I think I have the right to tell her what I think."

The security guard's glare never falters. "I'm sorry, but the manager is getting complaints from customers. That means you'll have to peacefully retreat from the building or I'll have to force you."

Oh, great. Hailey is staring him down, even though he's a good foot taller than her. She's not going to back down.

"I'd like to see you try," Hailey growls.

Next thing I know, my idiot best friend is being slung over the Hulk's shoulder and being walked out of Starbucks. I glance around me and notice everyone is staring at me. To avoid any further humiliation and probable arguments from me, I look down and jog out of the coffee place after the proud dipshit that has an ego bigger than the penis portrayed on Pete Wentz's leaked nudes.

Hailey's just about given up trying to get down, so she just has her arm propped up on the beast's shoulder, her pouting face resting on her open palm. If I wasn't so shocked I'd be snorting with laughter right now.

Once were outside, the guard basically drops Hailey to the ground, glaring daggers at her. Then he just turns around and walks back inside.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I ask Hailey exasperatedly.

She just looks at me sheepishly and shrugs, simply saying, "Insult my bands and you die."

I smirk and shake my head, walking off. Hailey runs to catch up with me, repeatedly apologizing sarcastically for showing her ass. She keeps trying to hug me, but I keep shaking her off and telling her no on purpose. It extremely flusters her up and it amuses me.

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Hailey's POV:

"She's an American beauty, I'm an American psycho. She's an American beauty, I'm an American, I'm an American, I'm an American psycho!"

As Patrick Stump belts out the lyrics to their title track American Beauty / American Psycho, Cheryl and I go crazy in the front row of the venue, singing along and dancing like idiots.

Every time Pete Wentz grabs his bass and spins around in circles, Cheryl practically dies and grabs my arm. In case it wasn't obvious, she likes Pete.

The way Patrick's soul pours over the words to their songs gives me an unexplainable feeling. No other band makes me feel that way, the way all their music just fits together, that it seems like they really feel and believe in what they're performing.

After they sing their last song Centuries, the whole crowd goes insane, screaming and clapping and some even crying. I'm disappointed that the concert is over already, but we were going to try to stay and get autographs and meet the band. Were psyched.

I grab Cheryl's arm and practically drag her in the direction of the band members, when we hear everyone gasp in unison. We both whip around and see someone collapsed in the audience.

"Oh, my God! What happened?" I yell.

Cheryl just shrugs, speechless. We see a group of paramedics run up to the unconscious girl, one of them lifting her head into his lap and trying to wake her up. She finally wakes up, and Cheryl and I look at each other, at loss of what to say.

"Umm... Let's... continue on our journey?" Cheryl asks.

I turn back around to the direction of the stage, about to walk off, when my body slams into something and I stumble back, letting out a muffled oomph.

I look up to see the concerned face of none other than Patrick Stump.