Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

35 - 5:11

Patrick's POV

When me and Pete got back to the apartment, Joe and Andy were still practicing. They weren't playing anything in particular just kinda playing and fitting stuff together. I often wondered how much we annoyed the neighbors with our playing. We had a young couple under us and an airline pilot that lived above us who I personally had never seen. We went back inside and up the concrete stairs that always seemed to be cold, even on the hottest days. They must have heard the door open as they stopped playing. Andy peeked his head around the door of the practice room.

"Hey" He greets us and I nod. "You found him then?"

"McDonalds" Pete tells him and Andy nods.

"Joe says he's sorry" Andy tells me, I take my fedora off and place it on the table in the hall.

"Yeah yeah" I say and go along the hallway to the practice room. Pete follows me. Joe looks up when I enter and I go and sit on my amp and pick up my guitar.

"Patrick, I'm so-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. It's fine"

"I was just playing"

"I said it's fine, okay?" I look at him.

We practiced until about half past three, until Joe complained he was hungry. We stopped for lunch. Pete was making sandwiches with the other boys in the kitchen and since I wasn't hungry I just kept practicing. My microphone wasn't on and I started singing to myself quietly.
"Am I more than you bargained for yet? I've been dying to tell you, anything you wanna hear, cause that's just who I am this week" My amp was turned down real low as unlike the other boys, I had some respect for the couple below and the ghost of the airline pilot.
"I love your voice" I hear Joe say, making me jump. I look up and he's standing by the door.

"Look, Patrick, I'm really sorry for earlier."
"It's okay"

"I didn't know you'd go and..."

"Did Pete tell you?" I ask him.
"Yeah" I sigh. Of course he had. He had the right to. They did need to know.
"It was stupid" I tell him. "I overreacted"
"But it's been a while Patrick. Are you okay?" Nope.
"Yeah"
"Are you sure?" I nod. I hated lying to them. I hated lying in general but it had to be done. Me and Joe jam for a while before Pete calls him to go and get food.
"Are we good?" He asks me, standing up. I look at him.

"Yeah, you're one of my best friends" I smile at him.

Pete's POV

After Andy, Joe and I had eaten to make Joe shut up for five seconds, we go back to the practice room where Patrick was still sitting on his amp, picking at his guitar. We played until about four and then started to pack our stuff up for the show tonight. It would take Andy the longest as he had to take apart his whole kit. Patrick's dad was gonna drive us in a van he hired, since none of us could drive yet. We all sat and watched Andy after we had packed. The door buzzes and I jump up to get it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Pete. It's David"

"Okay, we'll bring our stuff out. Andy's just taking apart the last of his kit" I go back to the room everyone was in.

"Patrick's dad's here, we've gotta take our stuff out."
"I'm not finished, hang on!" Andy says.
"We'll wait for you" I tell him. Getting three fairly large amps, three guitar cases, a drum kit and a microphone and stand down two flights of stairs was not gonna be easy. We took the amps first, me and Joe taking mine first, Patrick with his mic and stand. We were told to bring all our equipment. We get all the stuff in the van, me almost falling down the stairs a few times but that doesn't matter. The boys we're never gonna let that get away, my scream when I almost tumbled down the stairs with my amp. Wasn't one of my finest moments, I can tell you that. Patrick's dad had one of the three physical copies of our unreleased EP and it was playing the van. For some reason, Patrick hated the sound of his own voice but it was so clean and crisp and I loved it. He sat there blushing the whole ride, playing with his fingers. I patted him on the thigh as the rest of us sang along. I wasn't gonna lie, it was crap but it was are first. It wasn't Patrick's voice that made it awful, far from it. It just wasn't very well recorded but we were proud of it. Patrick sat in silence for the whole trip. I knew he didn't like his voice. He never had. I look at the clock on the dash, it was 5:11. It wasn't the same as 11:11 but it would do.

5:11 Patrick Stump to realize that he had the voice of an angel.