Prequel | Gotham's Sweethearts

Part 15. Truth or Dare

After the band's performance, the crowd frantically screaming with delight. Pete was happy to catch every drop of applause and recognition, while Pat wanted to quickly leave the scene. It seemed to him that his feet were filled with cotton, and he walked without bending his knees. He pulled back his shirt to let it dry a little, and followed his friends down the hall. Pete didn't want to leave. He seemed to live on stage.

— Hey! — shouted someone, and Pat unwittingly turns back. To him fled the leading, but he was dressed different: he changed his denim vest on a shirt and put on his glasses. All of this happened in a split second, — Wait!

He was near the stalemate and immediately took out from somewhere a tablet with a lot of attached papers. He took the handle out of the bracket and opened it with his own teeth. He looked alarmed, as if he had just been awakened from a dream.

— You're in the band now? — he asked doubtfully, looking at Pat over his glasses.

— You've just been on stage, you know it, — replied Pat, but the guy just grinned.

— The leading is my brother, Clancy. We're twins — he explained, — I'm Kevin. I'm in charge of paperwork and concert management. Equipment, participants, invited guests and everything in this area. I need to put you on a list and write down your contact information.

— Information? — said the boy.

— Yeah. By the way, you will read it. Here — he handed Pat a tablet and patiently began to wait for him to fill the paper. Pat saw a table with a large inscription "Fall Out Boy" and "Rock". Under it were the names of the members of the band and right their numbers. His attention was attracted by a long illegible name at the head of the table, which were listed as "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III". Pat grunted in surprise.

— Full name? — he asked Kevin.

— Yes — he said briefly.

Pat hesitantly took the pen and brought it over the paper at the bottom of the page. He noticed that Sam was the last member of the band, which meant that it came later than everybody else. Pat put the tip of pen to the sheet and wrote "Patrick Martin Vaughn Stu". He thought for a moment and decided not to add the letter "h" at the end of the name. "Stumph" turned into "Stump". He wanted to do it for so long. He then wrote down his phone number and handed the tablet back.

— What does "Rock" mean at the top of the page? — asked Pat.

— The direction of the band — Kevin explained, putting the pen in place, — There are only four rock bands in town that you know of, but there are still bands that perform country, classical, and electronic music.

Pat gasped, and it wasn't hidden from watchful eyes of Kevin.

— Didn't you know? — guessed he and Pat nodded, — Well, now you know, — he looked at the tablet and carefully added, — Patrick.

He was about to leave, but then Pat remembered one thing and told about it.

— Hey, Kevin! — the guy turned around, — Are you sure it won't fall into the wrong hands? I mean, the city doesn't like music, and here's so much information about every musician.

— Don't worry — confidently said Kevin, — I safe this information better any Swiss Bank.

Pat short smiled with corner of his lips and followed for friends. The musicians went into the dressing room and wearily took their seats so that the whole leather sofa was completely clogged. Pat had to stand on his feet. He looked around the distorted strings from the fingers and felt the trembling hands. He seemed to be entrusted to drive a car on a busy road, without explaining what to do.