Fall Out Boy Imagines

Take This to Your Grave

"YES! And that's a wrap! Finished! Done-zo!" Pete turned and looked at you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. "WE'RE FREE Y/N! FREE!"

You laughed, telling him to calm down. "Yes Pete, yes. We finally finished our first album. You do know there's more to get done right? I mean, now that we've finally finished an album we have to get signed somewhere, send out the album, which means dealing with business. Then we'll have to see what our budget is in that time to see what we can do for concerts, which means possibly sacrificing one of our garages or basements for music purposes. Then even after that, we'll have to start on another album. Then maybe, once again focusing on the budget, see if we can deal with directors and producers for music videos, possibly. Then we'll have to-"

Pete pushed you slightly, cutting you off as he slammed back into his chair. "Shut up, shut up, shut up Y/N! Please.." He rested his head on his hand, you backing away. "Stop reminding me that this band dream isn't what I cut it out to be."

You rested your shoulders, looking at him in stunned confusion. "Oh don't tell me you went into this thinking it was all gonna be fame, money, hot chicks, celebrities, parties, and etc. You knew there would be responsibilities right?"

He looked up at you. "Well, did you?"

"Duh! Nothing is a free ride. Nothing in this world is. You have to work for your rewards. Pete, come on, really-"

Ring Ring

Your phone startled you. You looked to see who it was. Of course, none other than Joe.

"What is it bro."

"We've got him."

"Who??"

"Our drummer. His name is Andy Hurley and sounds killer."

"Killer eh?"

"Yes. Murderous even."

"Well, did you run it by him that no matter how 'killer' he sounds to you he's gotta impress Pete first right?"

"Yeah yeah, got the whole speech in. Hold on," you heard him speak to someone in the background, "yeah, okay, I'll ask. Hey, does Monday work?"

You looked back at Pete. "He's got another drummer boy. Monday work for you mister big shot?"

Pete looked at the calendar on his desk, then back at you and nodded.

"Yeah that'll work."

"Nice! He's so good, I swear. He really is killer! So good you'll die, and end up taking his killer sound-"

"Joe, don't you dare make another pun-"

"You'll end up taking it to your grave!"