The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 10 (Cheryl's POV)

Well. I'm wearing a security suit. I never thought I'd live to see the day where I'd be a security guard for Fall Out Boy. I also didn't think I'd live to see the day that Hailey would get her hair dyed by Pete and Patrick. They were the only ones who had the slightest idea of how to do it, but even they were having trouble. It we pretty amusing. The entire time they would yell at each other, "You're doing it fucking wrong!" and "Don't question me, little fedora man!" and "If you mess my hair up I'm going to chop off your testicles and feed them to both of you!"

So, yeah. Hailey's hair that used to be light brown is now black, and were wearing skin tight black shirts that say "SECURITY" on them, (obviously) black cargo pants, and boots. We ditched our glasses for contacts and sunglasses so our eyes wouldn't be recognized later. All the security guards are in on it, so if anything should happen, there will always be a guard around us so they can take care of it.

We just arrived in Nevada, so all of us file off the bus, me in the front and Hailey in the back. Of course, there are paparazzi everywhere, getting in our face and annoying the hell out of me. I'm resisting the urge to punch them in the jaw so hard all their teeth would fall out. I doubt Hailey or the guys would like that too much.

Once we make it in the building, we head to the stage, setting up for the show later that night. Were a little early, so we take our time setting up to make sure everything looks epic. When were finished, the guys grab their instruments and start practicing their set list.

Nobody is in the room besides us and some other security guards, so Hailey and I settle into the front row seats, taking our sunglasses off and listening to the music.

We didn't look at the set list for this show, so when Patrick starts singing the beginning of Saturday, we both start freaking out. Pete grins at me because he knows I love the songs he screams in.

"Dude, their doing Saturday!" Hailey whisper-shouts.

"No shit!"

Pete hands his bass to one of the guys backstage, grabbing a mic. He jumps on one of the platforms, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. Then he starts screaming his part, me trying unsuccessfully not to freak out. Then he grabs his bass again and starts jumping around and spinning in circles, also causing me to freak out. It amuses me whenever he does that.

Once they're done practicing, we head back to the dressing room, Hailey and I quietly fangirling over the songs they played. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought, because I hear Patrick chuckling in front of us, causing Hailey to blush ruby red.

"So, why did you play Saturday? This is the American Beauty / American Psycho tour," I ask when we get back in the dressing room out of curiosity.

Pete replies, "We aren't playing it for the show. We just wanted you guys to hear us play it."

Hailey is sharing the same confused expression as I am. "Why?"

"We knew you liked the song," Patrick replies, shrugging.

"Okay, you guys are on in ten," the stage manager says, peeking into the dressing room.

"Guess that's our cue," Andy says, clapping his hands together and jumping up from the couch.

The band scrambles to their closets, searching for something to wear.

"Why don't you dumbfucks change your clothes as soon as you get in here? That would save a lot of rushing," I say while they literally stumble over each other, fighting over the bathroom. At one point Patrick stops in his tracks, turning around and running back, colliding with Pete, who was going the opposite direction, sending them to the ground.