The Audition // Trohley AU Oneshot

Joe awoke from a deep sleep, rubbed his eyes, then threw his legs over the edge of his bed. He let out a loud yawn, stretched, then stumbled to the bathroom. He did his business, then stumbled to his closet, still half-asleep. He picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a Black Flag tee, and a pair of boxers. He threw them on his bed, then took off his pair of pajama pants and his boxers. He pulled his new pair of boxers on, followed by his jeans, then he pulled his shirt on. He didn't feel like tackling his hair too much today, so he threw on a beanie to help control the abundance of hair he had.

Joe grabbed his guitar in its case that was leaning against the wall, then he walked down the hallway leading to the foyer. He grabbed his keys from the table, threw his sweatshirt on, then walked out the front door and hopped into his vehicle. Today was a special day for him; he had answered a call for help, per se, from two guys with the names of Pete and Patrick, to try out for their band, Fall Out Boy. He was trying out to be their guitarist, obviously, and to his knowledge, a guy by the name of Andy had answered their call to be the drummer. Himself and Andy were both trying out today, back to back.

As Joe drove, he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his sweatshirt pocket and unfolded it. It had the address of Patrick's place on it. He knew he didn't live too far from the house, but he also didn't quite know where it was.

A short while later, he pulled up in front of a small, ranch-style house in the suburbs of Chicago, which was the smaller city of Wilmette, Illinois. As he hopped out of his car, another car pulled up behind him and a shorter man got out, flashing Joe a smile. Joe returned the smile, walking over to him as he did so.

"I take it you're Joe?" the shorter man asked, kicking his car door shut.

"Yeah, and you're Andy?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Andy smiled again. "Well, after you?" Andy said, motioning for Joe to lead them to the house.

Joe did so, walking up to the front door. He reached up and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer it. Another shorter man, who was wearing a hat, shorts, and an argyle sweater, answered the door.

"Joe, Andy?" he asked, the two of them nodded. "I'm Patrick!" he said, smiling as he shook their hands. "Come on in."

Joe followed Patrick into the house, followed my Andy trailing them. There was another shorter man sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and a pizza box in his lap. He had longer-ish black hair that was swept to the side of his face, and oddly enough, he was wearing guyliner.

"Hey! 'Sup? You guys must be Joe and Andy?" the man asked, all while he was chewing a piece of pizza, which made Joe laugh.

"Yeah," Andy chuckled. "I'm Andy, that's Joe."

"Hey guys!" he said again. "I'm Pete!"

"Yeah, speaking of which, Pete, get your feet off my coffee table," Patrick said, pushing Pete's feet off the coffee table, which he put back up while Patrick wasn't looking. "Okay, so anyway, who wants to go first?"

"I can, if you want, or did you want to?" Joe asked, gesturing to Andy.

"Go for it, man," Andy chuckled.

Pete finally set his pizza down and stood up, following Patrick to the basement steps, and also motioning for Joe to follow him. Joe picked his guitar up that he brought in with him, then ran after Pete. Andy followed him, closing the door behind them.

"Okay, you can set up there, you can take your sweatshirt off if you want and throw it wherever, and get started whenever you'd like," Patrick said. "I know it's not much down here, but I'm working on turning it into a full-out studio."