I slowly grab Patrick's hand, in complete awe. I shake his hand, looking at him, giving him a soft smile.
"I'm April. Amazing show tonight," I say, calmly. I knew that I had to be calm, or else Patrick would think I was a typical fan. I mean, I was a typical fan, fangirling and all, but if I was like that now, he'd probably not be impressed.
"Hey thank you," he says, smiling. I notice our hands were still together, and I quickly release the grip from his hand.
"I'm sorry," I laugh. So much for not being a typical fan.
"No, you're fine! I saw you and your two friends were having one hell of a time out there," he tells me, looking at Skye, who was talking to Pete, and Joe, who was hugging Kass.
"I've been waiting like, six years for this. You have no idea," I say to him, looking around at all the fans and the guys being really happy. I always knew it'd be like this. Everyone united as a huge family. One love for one band. This is the environment I wish I could stick around forever.
"You're kidding!" Patrick exclaims, shocked.
"Wish I could say I was. You guys never came to Tampa, or Orlando, and in high school, I couldn't really drive myself anywhere, parents were unwilling, you know how it goes, right?"
"Oh I hear you. I hope we were worth the wait, though. I mean, it's only one night, a couple of hours-
"With my favorite band of all time," I add, trying to exaggerate that this night did mean a lot to me, and now, talking to Patrick, it meant a lot more. Patrick smiles at me, again, this time a sweet and soft smile. I felt myself blushing, but I couldn't help it.
"Well, you should probably talk to other fans. It was really nice meeting you, a dream come true actually," I admit, laughing awkwardly. I begin to turn around to walk away and try and move over to where Pete was.
"Hold up," Patrick says to me. I turn back around slowly, wondering what this was going to be about.
I see him gulp, and then try and speak words. "I think Pete wants to head to a bar downtown. Did you and your friends wanna join?"
I try to process what Patrick Stump, the Patrick Stump, had just asked me. But, I also had to think of Kass, and be there for her when she wanted this tattoo. I didn't want anything happening to that signature.
I sigh loudly. "Aw man, I wish I could, but someone has to head to a tattoo parlor ASAP," I say, gesturing over to Kass, who was now talking to some other fan, with tears still flowing down her face.
I felt like I saw the upset in Patrick's eyes for a moment, but then, I see resolution in his eyes. He looks over at Pete. "PETE!"
Pete walks over, somewhat confused, but rolling with it. He looks at me with a quick smile and then looks at Patrick, who now had his hand on Pete's shoulder. Patrick smiles almost sarcastically, and Pete wondered what was going on. I felt like Patrick was going to fix this whole "I need to go to a tattoo parlor but I wanna go to the bar with Fall Out Boy" problem.
"Pete, you could use a new tattoo, right?" Pete looks at me again, confused, and looks down at his tattooed arms. He looks back up at Patrick.
"If you found a fan that's a tattoo artist, forget about it, Patrick. I don't-"
"April here says there's a great tattoo parlor in town and she thought that you would like it," Patrick says, informally introducing me. "April, Pete. Pete, April."
