Storms of Fabled Foreign Tongues ~ A Rydon/Ryden fanfiction

Chapter four

Chapter four
The rest of the week passed by quickly. Brendon was nervously excited for Saturday (nervcited?); when he was meeting up with Ryan.
His work had been tedious, the same old CD stacking and counter duty that drove him out of his mind with boredom.
He and Ryan had been texting quite regularly, and Brendon enjoyed it. He was slowly getting to know Ryan more and more each day. He learned he had two cats which he loved dearly and was also eager to start a new band but needed members.
Brendon no longer froze and walked into lampposts when Ryan texted him, so that was a plus.
It was Friday - exactly 24 hours until Brendon met with Ryan (not that he was counting; he most definitely wasn't), which scared him slightly. Would it go well? Would Ryan hate him? All these thoughts raced around in Brendon's head.
'No,' Brendon thought, 'Ryan won't hate me. If he hates me then why would he be so friendly to me, text me regularly and arrange to meet up in the first place? You're being paranoid.'
Maybe he pities you, said a voice in the back of his head.
'No!' Brendon thought. 'It'll go fine,' he told himself, although unsure.
Brendon was putting some guitar tuners on a shelf, which was pretty boring work. He'd bought a new alarm clock on Wednesday, though, which now made sure he wouldn't be late for work again... hopefully.
Brendon's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, hoping was Ryan - but no; it was Spencer.
'hey brendon, theres a party on 2nite with live music do u wanna come with me?? its at 7'
Brendon thought for a moment. He wasn't doing anything that night so he supposed he could go.
'sure, i'll come 2 ur house at 6:45 and we'll walk there???' Brendon replied to Spencer.
"Who's that you're texting?" Patrick asked from beside him.
"Oh, just my friend Spencer," Brendon replied, putting his phone back into his pocket. "He's asking me to come to some party with him tonight. Says there's music."
"Oh," Patrick said. "I think I'm going to a party tonight. It's more of a concert though. Pete Wentz's band is playing there."
Brendon nodded. He wondered if it was the same party they were going to. Probably not, there were a lot of parties in this city on a Friday night.
"Cool," Brendon muttered, placing another tuner on the shelf.

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At 6:45 Brendon headed down to Spencer's house, which wasn't much far from his. The rest of the day had been boring as usual, Brendon had been shouted at by his manager for "charging the wrong price" for a CD or something, he couldn't really remember, his memory was hazy.
Brendon reached Spencer's house, only to see him standing on his front step, smiling at him.
"Hey," Spencer said. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah!" Brendon replied.
"Okay," Spencer said, as he locked his front door. "Let's move then."
"So, what's happening at this party then?" Brendon inquired, trying to make conversation.
"Well, I said 'party'... what I mean was 'concert with added party'," Spencer said.
"Oh, okay," Brendon murmured. "So who's playing?"
"Pete Wentz's band are the main act, there's some other smaller bands and artists playing as well though," Spencer replied.
"Oh, cool," Brendon said. So this was the same party Patrick was going to. He supposed it would be good that there was going to be someone else he knew there.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, before they arrived at the place; a largish bar/cafe with all the chairs and tables removed; so it was a big open space, with a stage assembled at one end of the room.
Brendon and Spencer entered the party, taking it all in. There were various people milling around talking, and a young woman was on stage playing an acoustic guitar and singing. Brendon couldn't see anyone he recognised though. No sign of Patrick.
"I'll go and get us some drinks," Spencer told him.
"Okay," Brendon said, still looking around. Spencer disappeared off to the bar and he was left standing there slightly awkwardly on his own. He listened to the music and watched people mill around. They laughed and conversed happily, some people dancing, some just stood talking. It wasn't long until Brendon would see Ryan. He made a mental note not to stay too late so he wasn't half dead when he saw him.
"Brendon! You're here?" a voice said. Brendon spun around. There stood Patrick, looking fairly awkward in the mass of people. Much like he was.
"Oh, hey, Patrick," Brendon said, smiling at his work colleague.
"There's a lot of people here. It'll be great when Pete's band comes on. I hope can meet them," Patrick said, trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah," Brendon replied, making eye contact with Patrick. "That'd be cool."
"Hey!" Spencer said, returning with his and Brendon's drinks. He handed Brendon his beer.
"Thanks," he muttered.
"Who's this?" Spencer asked, motioning to the newcomer.
"Oh, this is my co-worker, Patrick," Brendon said. "Patrick, this is my good friend Spencer."
"Hi," Patrick said nervously, smiling slightly.
"Hey!" Spencer said cheerfully.
Brendon took a sip of his drink. He was only going to have one, since he definitely didn't want to be hungover when he met up with Ryan.
The woman with the guitar finished playing and said a quick thank you and the host introduced the next act.
They came on stage and were... let's just say... interesting.
There were two of them, a woman and a man, they wore tie-dye pyjamas and the woman held a flute and the man held a tambourine.
"WE ARE RAINBOW FLIGHT! THIS IS 'ANGEL SONG'!" The man introduced.
They began to play a cacophony of noise, which kind of hurt Brendon's ears.
The next while passed pretty quickly, the borderline unbearable "Rainbow Flight" music didn't last that long thank god, and there were a few considerably better acts on after.
Brendon was too busy talking to Spencer and Patrick to really notice the music anyway.
Soon it was time for Pete Wentz's band to come on, Patrick's ears pricked up when he heard the name and he turned to face the stage, making his way to the front of the mass of people..
There was four of them, but Brendon could easily tell the the bassist was Pete Wentz, thanks to the pictures Patrick had shown him when they were on their break a few days previously. He looked around Patrick's height - maybe a couple of inches and had black hair and wore skinny jeans and a band t-shirt Brendon didn't recognise.
They introduced themselves and began their set, Patrick keeping his eyes fixated on Pete Wentz the entire time.
It didn't last that long; maybe 20 minutes or so, but it was still the longest set of the night. They were soon announcing their last song.
"Thanks for coming tonight guys," Pete Wentz said. "None of you probably know this, but this is our last performance together, as we've decided to go our separate ways. Your support means the world! Thanks again, this is our last song!"
They began to play, and Brendon looked over to Patrick, who looked quite disappointed. They were his favourite band, after all.
Brendon listened to the music, and let it course through his veins.
Once the song was over, they said goodbye and headed off the stage.
Patrick tugged Brendon's sleeve. "Come on, if we go over now we could get an autograph," he said.
"Alright," Brendon said, and he and Spencer followed Patrick over to the stage.
Pete was standing below the stage, putting his bass in a case.
He shut the case and turned to look at them.
"Hey," Pete said, smiling at them.
"Uh, hi..." Patrick said, shyly. "Uuuh, great set tonight."
"Thanks," Pete replied.
"It sucks that you're breaking up though, you were my favourite band," Patrick said.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't my choice. The others wanted to go their separate ways, and well, I couldn't argue, so we split up," Pete said.
"Oh," Patrick said. "Could I.... uh... get your autograph please?" Brendon swore he saw Patrick blushing, but then again, maybe it was just the lighting.
"Sure," Pete said, taking a pen out his pocket.
Patrick handed him a CD.
Pete scrawled his name across the front and handed it back to Patrick.
Patrick looked at it in awe and hastily said, "Thank you so much, Pete."
"No problem, dude," Pete said. "I gotta go now, but what's your name?"
"I'm... uh... Patrick. These are my friends Brendon and Spencer," he replied.
"Hey," Brendon and Spencer both said.
"Okay, bye Patrick, bye Brendon, bye Spencer."
"Bye..." Patrick said, stunned.
Brendon and Spencer waved to Pete, before the host announced the last act.
"Now this is totally unexpected," the host said "We just found out about this last minute, but please welcome to the stage, Ryan Ross!"
WHAT?
Out stepped Ryan, holding his guitar (the very one Brendon had sold to him) and smiling nervously.
Well that was unexpected.