Fall Out Boy Imagines

Well...That Went Well

You stood on the stage of Paramount Theatre. This was where you once hoped to perform, but you didn't think it be for a concert.

"You ready?" Joe said, handing you Blue Flames.

"I thought we were only using Blue Flames for unprofessional concerts." You said confused, taking your beloved bass.

"Well we wouldn't want 'you to become every cliche female artist in a band full of boys would we'?" He said with a wink. You smiled back at him.

"Thanks bro." You blushed as he walked away. The curtain was closed to follow your newly released album Under the Cork Tree. You and Pete wanted to add more songs, but in order to release it before the concert, you had to release it right away.

You realized you must have zoned out cause next thing you new, your introduction to the concert was playingon the screen outside of the curtain, and everyone was set up in their places.

You re-gripped Blue Flames, holding your pick tight, someone had already plugged them in. You looked around for your head mike, only to see Patrick handing it to you.

"You ready?" He asked with a smile. You gave him your big toothy grin.

"As ready as I can be."

He nodded and turned away. The curtains slowly began to rise. You heard the first cord of Our Lawyer Made us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't get Sued, and your face lit up.

You started playing the other cords as you heard the screams from the crowd. You couldn't help but let your voice set free. Patrick and your vocals clicked. The instruments danced together in harmony. It was perfect.

45 minutes later...

You played the last note of your last song and let it ring through the theater. You looked up to see the fans look at you and the boys in amazement. Each of their eyes were sparkling with wonder. Screams arose once again. And then...it was silent.

"Thank you Chicago! You guys really held up a great show! We can't wait to come back, but for now, good night!" Pete yelled, then blew a kiss to the crowd. The screams came back again as the band left the stage, along with various "I love you Pete!" "Marry me Patrick!" And so on.

Your feet ,however, felt glued to the stage. Fans waited with anticipation for you to leave the stage..but you stayed. You saw Patrick out of the corner of your eye approach the stage to take you off, but you knew that would make you look stupid if they knew you weren't supposed to still be up there. Your choir teacher always told the both of you  that if you were to make a mistake, make it on purpose.

"Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town." You sang as you saw Patrick freeze.

You continued the song on your own, playing Blue Flames like Pete played his girls. You heard the crowd try to sing along with you as the adrenaline began to pump through your veins. And then, for a minute, you forgot there were even people watching you, and you danced like you were all alone.

When the song ended, you looked up again to see everyone staring at you as if begging you not to leave.

"Hi Chicago." You said into your mike. They screamed. "Haha, you guys are great. I remember coming here all the time when I was a kid. You know, me and Patty actually came here together once just to treat our selves. And boy, there is nothing prettier than standing in your hotel room at night and to look out the window to see all of the city lights lighting up the dark streets." The screamed again. "You know, in every time I came here I never imagined that eventually I'd be performing here. Well, at least in a band. So this was...wow." They screamed again. "Well, I wish I could stay but unfortunately, I must go. Thank you for making our first official concert a great one, and as Pete said. Good night!" They screamed one last time as you left the stage.

"Bout time you get back here." Patrick said, leading you over to Pete. Pete pat you on the back.

"Well...that went well." He said with a smile.

"Yeah. It did." You smiled back.