Accepted (Peterick)

Ready To Finish The Business And Go On Tour

A/N
I've never been to a concert so this is just.. Idk, I'm winging it.

-several week time lapse-

"Thank you all for coming out tonight! We appreciate all the love and support you've given us. Especially since recent events. We're the luckiest band to have such great fans! Have a great night and rest of the week!"

I was glad to get off the stage. I was exhausted, to say the least. Being hospital bound for so long put me out of shape. Technically, my doctor advised against me doing a show so soon but I felt guilty for having the tour canceled.

"Alright, boys, if you don't mind going out and signing a few stuff.. That'd be great." Our tour manager said as we went for refreshments.

"Sure, let me cool off first." Joe walked away, undoubtedly to not come back. He loved our fans, it was just that after concerts, he gets too tired to face them.

Pete and I walk over to were there's a great big line of fans. They screamed our names and I felt a little self conscious with all the attention.

"Hey," Pete grinned at a group of girls. They shrieked and held out various things for us to sign.

"Patrick!" Several kids called me over and I got a marker to sign what they wanted.

A girl with blue hair held out an Infinity on High CD for me to sign. Her friend next to her wanted me to sign his shirt. I signed a few more things and politely said as little as I could get by with.

"Hey, Patrick!" A teenage girl held a black book out to me. "This is for you and the guys! I got people from all over to write who their favorite member is, why, and what they love about the band!" She yelled over the sound of the crowd.

"Aw, thanks." I grinned and took it. A lot of people give us stuff but this was the first of this kind of thing.

"You guys just mean so much to me!"

I smiled at her, unsure of what to say.

A ton of people tried getting my attention and I felt the air getting warmer. I took a few steps back and tried to get away but I felt really dizzy.

"Patrick, you okay?" Pete looked at me with concern.

"I'm not feeling so well..."

He came over to me and took my arm. He turned to the fans and said something that I couldn't hear.

I felt really sick now. It was hard to breathe and I felt like throwing up.

Pete lead me to the bus and escorted me on.

"Are you okay?"

"I need to sit.."

"Okay."

I sat down and breathed heavily for a few minutes. Pete sat next to me and rubbed my back. It was soothing and soon my little attack was over.

"Feeling better?"

I nodded. "Yeah, just a little tired."

He smiled and lead me by my hand to the bunks. "Let's lay down for awhile."