"God, Patrick, it's 2 am, can't we leave this for tomorrow?"
"No! I promised Brendon we'd have at least two songs done in two weeks, when he asked us to write a musical. Tomorrow, it'll be two weeks. Besides, I'm almost done with the overture. It's technically not a song, but it still counts!" Patrick said, his body hunched over his music keyboard.
"Oh my god, Patrick, I'm fucking dying over here, and we still have to write one more song!"
"Well, you've been writing the words for it, haven't you?" He replied, without turning around.
Without responding, Pete quickly pulled his writing notebook to his chest, attempting to hide the blank page he had been staring at all night.
"Haven't you?" Patrick's head swiveled to face Pete, his bloodshot eyes boring into Pete's face.
"Pete?! What're we going to do! We only have a few hours left and you haven't put any words into your notebook, have you?" Patrick shook his head in frantic disapproval. "This is bad news."
"Wait!" Pete yelled, Patrick's words giving him another idea, "I've got it!"
In a flurry of page turns, Pete's eyes darted back and forth as he looked for a particular item in his notebook.
"Here it is! This would be perfect for an opener. Here, listen to the first two stanzas:
Brothers and sisters put this record down,
Take my advice ('cause we are bad news),
We will leave you high and dry,
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose.
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless,
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas.
I wrote it back when I had that fantasy of being in a pop punk band. I can change 'this record' to 'that program' so it fits the musical, but I think it works!"
"Yeah, it's perfect, actually. But wait!" Patrick cried as he slapped his forehead, "we haven't even come up with a plot yet!"
"Eh, don't worry about that. I could fit this poem to any storyline. Besides, the plot's my domain, you don't have to worry about it."
"I have to worry about it when there aren't any words to write the music for! How will I know you won't give me the book in December and make me write all the music in just two weeks?"
"Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" Pete began to laugh, but a large pillow muffled the sound as Patrick tackled him down.
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FanfictionShips included: Peterick, Brallon, Joetrick, Daltrick, Brete (Brendon and Pete) Patrick and Pete, two best friends in college, decide to help their friend Brendon with his theater thesis and write a musical for him. In the process, they end up meeti...
