Suddenly, Music.

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*Note, I have never actually been to a concert, so please mind my lack of knowledge.*

We pulled into the venue and the place was packed. The show didn't even start 'til an hour later.

We hung around backstage until the show was about to start. 

Pete gave me a quick kiss, then told me to go around the stage, to the seats.

"Hurry." He whispered.

I nodded and quickly jogged over, sitting in a front row seat. Who cares if it was already taken, nobody sits at concerts anyway. Right?

Shortly after I sat down, waves of people swarmed in around me, all cheering. The place was loud as fuck. 

The guys stepped onto stage and Patrick yelled "Hello, Chicago!"

I smiled and Patrick started playing, getting the other boys to play as well.

They played 'Golden', then 'America's Suitehearts', and in the middle of 'My Songs...', I started jumping up and down with the rest of the crowd, getting used to my surroundings.

They played about 4 more songs before playing 'What A Catch, Donnie.'

Unexpectedly, Pete walked over to where I was seated and held his arm out.

I gave him a confused look.

He just nodded and smiled.

I took his hand and he pulled me up on stage.

"I'm going to have a panic attack." I said quietly.

"You'll be fine." He mumbled and nodded at Patrick, moving over and taking his spot, dragging me with him.

"Pete held my hand and grabbed the microphone with his other hand.

He got down on one knee and looked into my eyes.

"Skylar Anne Stump, will you be my girlfriend?" He said into the microphone.

The half of the crowd cheered. The other half boo'd. Wonderful.

I smiled and said "Yes", then Pete dove into my arms and tackle-hugged me.

Pete smothered me in kisses then sent me backstage until the song was done.

There was only about a minute left, anyway. So I didn't really mind. 

The song had ended, the band had said their goodbyes, and made their way backstage.

Pete saw me and walked over to me.

"Thanks." He said, smiling big.

I nodded and stood up.

"Are we leaving now?" I asked.

"Yeah. We're going to Nevada, next." Pete said, wiping sweat off of his forehead with his shirt, which he had just removed.

"I mean are we going back to the hotel?"

"Yeah. Just tonight, then we're off." Pete said, packing things into the van.

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