Fall Out Boy Imagines

Patrick - Newly Friends (Part 2)

requested by: me

word count: 1519

band member: patrick stump

era: ab/ap

special guest(s): dan howell and phil lester

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It only took an hour to film the video. Patrick, initially, was surprised, insisting that "I didn't know so much effort goes into a four minute video," to which you added that you still had to edit the footage together, clipping and cutting some of the more awkward parts and adding in an intro and music and--well, Patrick cut you off there. He clearly didn't realize how hard it was to be a YouTuber.

Then, he had left, gone to go to soundcheck and do meet and greets and all that jazz, with the rest of his band trailing behind. You hugged them all again, and you and Dan met Phil in a dressing room to wait, where you were now. You laid back on a small couch in the room, your MacBook propped on your lap as you got a head start on editing the videos together. In a good thirty minutes, the three of you would leave, to enter the venue and go to your seats in the upper bowl. You had hoped for better seating honestly, thinking that possibly, since you got to talk to them and all, they could at least squeeze the three of you into the pit...but the show was sold out and they just managed to not get you three into the upper, upper 300s. It didn't matter--you were grateful.

"So, how was the video?" Phil started, also on his computer, clearly focused on some online mini game as he inquired, "What kind of questions did you ask him?"

"The basics," You began to type quickly, editing in text for the intro and pasting another video clip into the timeline, "favorite food, drink, music genre...et cetera...it was so awesome, though."

"We're gonna meet them again later, right?"

"Yeah, after the show Patrick invited us to hang out."

"Sweet."

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The view from your seats wasn't too great, but thank God for jumbo screens. You were able to see every bead of sweat on Andy's face, every chord change that Joe made, and it was amazing. The stadium rumbled to the bass, the cymbals sizzled through the speakers, and Patrick's voice rung through the audience and moved everyone--literally. Even though you were far, far away from the pit, everyone around you wouldn't stop pushing and dancing and waving their hands in the air like the whole thing was a rollercoaster ride. The three of you were actually stopped by a few fans to get pictures when before the show had started and during the opening acts, but as soon as Fall Out Boy took the stage, everyone was lost in the music. It was beautiful.

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"Sorry, you can't get back here--crew only," the security guard had a gruff face, stitched with seriousness and annoyance at your attempt to get backstage to hang out with the band.

"No, you don't understand," you defended, "I'm (Y/N), the YouTuber who interviewed Patrick earlier. He invited me to come back and--"

"Do you have a pass?"

Your eyes widened suddenly. Your hands darted to your cross-body purse, slumped over your shoulder and zipper open. "I think I do, actually," You fished for the lanyard you had been given earlier, hoping that you hadn't dropped it or, oh God, left it backstage. You found nothing, "Shit..."

"Oh wait," Dan called from behind you, and you whipped around to face him, "You gave it to me earlier, remember?" In his hands were two passes--his and yours. You released a breath and gingerly took yours from him.