What A Catch.

Chapter 64

Pov Beth

We all sit, cramped into the studio. Its been a while now and it smells of sweat.

We are all keen to pack up for the day and go back to the house.

I stare out the window, watching cars race past. There are a group of girl running at the building.

"Theres a stampede of fans running at this building." I say to the people who arent recording.

"Lock down." The person running the recording material says.

"What do you mean lock down?" I ask.

"Locking doors and windows until they leave." He says.

I shrug, it would be barely an hour, and we would be done by then.

I turn back, watching Patrick and Brendon sing into microphones.

"Lets keep recording whilst we are stuck in here." The technician says.

"Why wouldnt we? We arent going to be here for too long?" I say.

The guy puts his finger on his lip, "Brendon, can we repeat that?"

Brendon starts singing again.

Outside there is a quiet roar of screaming people. I turn to Joe and he nods at me an 'I dont know' look.

I lean back into my seat, waiting for the recording process to end.

Pov Casey

The whole studio applauds. They have finished recording the whole of a new song called '20 Dollar Nose Bleed'. We are still stuck inside as Brendon and Patrick go to wash themselves in the sink in the next room.

It has been 2 hours since the fans arrived and we are still stuck inside. Patrick and Brendon have washed and changed. Everyone is now lounging around, waiting for the crowds to clear.

Patrick sits down next to me and leans back in his seat.

"That was fun." He tells Brendon.

Brendon nods, clearing his throat.

"We have a performance with you tomorrow right?" Joe asks.

"Yeah." Spencer replies.

"A vaguely big one?"

"Yeah."

"Does Patrick need to go on vocal rest."

"Probably."

Joe shouts happily, pointing at Patrick, "Yeah! Silence Patrick."

Patrick sighs, pulling a fake zip across his mouth.

Joe pauses, putting a smirk on his face.

"Patty, dear." He pauses for a dramatic affect, "Do we have a song list?"

Patrick leans into his hands and makes fake crying sounds.

Pov Beth

Joe is now dancing around Patrick singing some tribal song with Dallon.

I place my head in my hands to stop myself laughing. We have been in the room for the whole day and more. It is late and I havent seen light since the baracades went up, four hours ago.

I lean my head on Petes lap and he strokes my head.

"Are you sure my chemical romance is okay to sing? You dont sound like Gee?" Joe wheezes.

Patrick sends a sarcastic look before making another hand gesture.

"With a didgeridoo?" Pete says, surprised.

Patrick smacks his face and waves his hands no.

"Pete. Didgeri-dont." Dallon says.

Everyone shares a look before Brendon punches Dallon silently in the arm.

"Im sorry. It had to be didgeri-done."

There is an audible groan from almost everyone as Dallon laughs to himself.

"We have been here for ever." Ryan says when everyone calms down.

"If we have to stay here I bagsy the sofa." Andy says.

"And I bagsy the big spoon." Joe whispers.

Andy sends him him a weird look, Brendon winks at them.

"This is really weird." I say through the silence.

"Yeah..." Pete says.

Pov Pete

Time is ticking by slowly. Another hour has passed since Patrick first went on vocal rest.

The majority of us are asleep. The majority including Beth, Ryan, Brendon, Casey who is leaning on Patricks shoulder and Andy.

Spencer and Dallon are playing a game that I dont understand with their hands and Joe is watching, bewitched in their quick movements. Patrick cant talk so I decide to busy myself in my phone.

@petewentz COme OuTsiDe pWeAseeEe!

@petewentz We arent leaving until you come out

@pete wentz WE LOVE YOU PLEASE SAY HELLO!

Every now and then we hear the croud start shouting or singing.

I nervously tap my foot on the floor, thinking as I survey the carpet. Security should be here soon.

@petewentz Send Brendon out and we will leave

@petewentz forget that! Send NUDEZ!1!11!!

I click my neck to the side. I close my eyes and take in a breath. I need to calm down.

@petewentz we are watching you ;)

I tap my other foot along, moving my head to a fast rhythm. I attempt to keep my breathing constant. What if we never get out? Do they know my personal life? Is this going to end up like last time?

I suddenly tense up as Patrick places his hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. He gives me an 'are you okay?' look and I shrug.

"Are they going to leave soon. Its kinda cramped in here." I say quickly.

"Hope so. Im bored." Spencer says, slapping Dallons hand.

Dallon lets out an exasperated sigh, flopping backwards onto the floor.

"Its even worse because this room is tiny." Dallon says.

"Its even worse because its stuffy, hot, smelly, and midnight." I say.

"How long do you think we are going to be in here?" Spencer says.

"I bet... 3 hours." Dallon says.

"Well, I bet less than 2 more hours." Joe says.

patrick hold up four fingers.

"I say 5 plus." I say.

"Losers have to do a dare?" Joe says.

"Deal." Everyone says.