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Hope It Gives You Hell
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
Liz's Point Of View
After what seemed like half an eternity, and half of Southwest Michigan was behind us in line, we finally started going inside. At first it was a little slow because the idiots in front of us hadn't bought their tickets yet, but then we were marked and let inside.
"I hate being a minor." Patti muttered, glancing at the permanent marker on the back of her hands.
"Just four years and we'll no longer have to be branded like cattle…" Sarah sighed. Then she grabbed our forearms and pulled us forward. "We should get to the front while we still can!" We actually managed a spot right behind the barricade, though it was a little to the right.
"Why'd you choose this spot?" I asked.
"Usually Michael's here and Patrick's always in the middle." She stated. All I could was stare.
"Yeah, you would know that…" Patti said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, long time no see!" a voice said behind us. i turned around and saw a tall red head, but I didn't really recognize him.
"Nate! How are you?" Sarah asked, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
"Pretty good. I've actually been instructed by three fine gentlemen backstage to find the three prettiest girls out here and give them a message. I'm definitely assuming it's you three lovely ladies." He smiled at us and Sarah just shook her head while Patti and I began blushing a soft rose colour.
"Nate Flynn, you really should stop flirting with fans, what would your girlfriend say?"
"It doesn't bother her much, so ha. Anyway, you girls have to read these, but not until the signal has been given." He handed each of us a folded up paper and continued being cryptic. "I'd better get going though, Pat's gonna be looking for me for sound check." he gave each of us a hug and then vanished in the ocean of people.
"Uh, is that the one you told us feels up his fans?" Patti asked, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
"Er, no. Not exactly."
Twenty minutes after the Sing It Loud set, Fall Out Boy came out and I may have died a little inside. Sure, they'd been at the bowling alley, and I'd gone on a date with Patrick Martin Stump but something about being on the floor during a concert was so much different than being in the stands. Patrick found my gaze quickly and smiled at me, bringing a grin to my own lips.
"Grand Rapids, show me some love, we're Fall Out Boy!" Pete screamed into his microphone. A bunch of teenie boppers screamed, nearly bursting my eardrums, and Pete looked quite pleased with himself.
"Huh. Decent enough enthusiasm." He teased. "We're gonna get this show off with a little dancing!" As soon as he finished and the screaming was almost minimal, he started off the bass for Dance, Dance.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up it's last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
Dance, this is the way they'd love
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
After Dance, Dance, Pete stepped up to his microphone once more, locking sights with me.
"You guys are an intense crowd! *pause for screaming* Now, we've got three special girls out here tonight who have put three DecayDance boys' hearts on their sleeves, and I think the pretty little blonde should read her note now." I stared up at Pete for a moment who was practically giving me a "read it or die" glare, and then took the paper from my pocket. The boys began playing Chicago Is So Two Years ago.
my heart is on my sleeve
wear it like a bruise or black eye
my badge, my witness
that means that i believed
every single lie you said
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in Chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
she took me down and said:
"boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."
loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in Chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
you want apologies
girl, you might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
(...every pane of glass) the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips:
(every pane of) i hope they taste of me forever
and there's a light on in Chicago (every pane of glass)
and i know i should be home (every pane of)
all the colors of the street signs.. (every pane of glass!)
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again
I looked down at the folded paper in my hands, then opened it and took in its words.
Merch table. Cobra set.
Stupid DecayDance boys. They are so cryptic.
After what seemed like half an eternity, and half of Southwest Michigan was behind us in line, we finally started going inside. At first it was a little slow because the idiots in front of us hadn't bought their tickets yet, but then we were marked and let inside.
"I hate being a minor." Patti muttered, glancing at the permanent marker on the back of her hands.
"Just four years and we'll no longer have to be branded like cattle…" Sarah sighed. Then she grabbed our forearms and pulled us forward. "We should get to the front while we still can!" We actually managed a spot right behind the barricade, though it was a little to the right.
"Why'd you choose this spot?" I asked.
"Usually Michael's here and Patrick's always in the middle." She stated. All I could was stare.
"Yeah, you would know that…" Patti said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, long time no see!" a voice said behind us. i turned around and saw a tall red head, but I didn't really recognize him.
"Nate! How are you?" Sarah asked, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
"Pretty good. I've actually been instructed by three fine gentlemen backstage to find the three prettiest girls out here and give them a message. I'm definitely assuming it's you three lovely ladies." He smiled at us and Sarah just shook her head while Patti and I began blushing a soft rose colour.
"Nate Flynn, you really should stop flirting with fans, what would your girlfriend say?"
"It doesn't bother her much, so ha. Anyway, you girls have to read these, but not until the signal has been given." He handed each of us a folded up paper and continued being cryptic. "I'd better get going though, Pat's gonna be looking for me for sound check." he gave each of us a hug and then vanished in the ocean of people.
"Uh, is that the one you told us feels up his fans?" Patti asked, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
"Er, no. Not exactly."
Twenty minutes after the Sing It Loud set, Fall Out Boy came out and I may have died a little inside. Sure, they'd been at the bowling alley, and I'd gone on a date with Patrick Martin Stump but something about being on the floor during a concert was so much different than being in the stands. Patrick found my gaze quickly and smiled at me, bringing a grin to my own lips.
"Grand Rapids, show me some love, we're Fall Out Boy!" Pete screamed into his microphone. A bunch of teenie boppers screamed, nearly bursting my eardrums, and Pete looked quite pleased with himself.
"Huh. Decent enough enthusiasm." He teased. "We're gonna get this show off with a little dancing!" As soon as he finished and the screaming was almost minimal, he started off the bass for Dance, Dance.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
A joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too overdramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up it's last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
Dance, this is the way they'd love
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
After Dance, Dance, Pete stepped up to his microphone once more, locking sights with me.
"You guys are an intense crowd! *pause for screaming* Now, we've got three special girls out here tonight who have put three DecayDance boys' hearts on their sleeves, and I think the pretty little blonde should read her note now." I stared up at Pete for a moment who was practically giving me a "read it or die" glare, and then took the paper from my pocket. The boys began playing Chicago Is So Two Years ago.
my heart is on my sleeve
wear it like a bruise or black eye
my badge, my witness
that means that i believed
every single lie you said
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in Chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
she took me down and said:
"boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."
loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in Chicago
and i know i should be home
all the colors of the street signs..
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
you want apologies
girl, you might hold your breath
until your breathing stops forever, forever
(...every pane of glass) the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips:
(every pane of) i hope they taste of me forever
and there's a light on in Chicago (every pane of glass)
and i know i should be home (every pane of)
all the colors of the street signs.. (every pane of glass!)
they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body will be broken again, again
with every breath i wish your body would be broken again
I looked down at the folded paper in my hands, then opened it and took in its words.
Merch table. Cobra set.
Stupid DecayDance boys. They are so cryptic.
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thirteen subscribers. four comments. is my math wrong??i keep getting comments about how Sarah's such a bitch. ahaha. the original plans for this story fell through after chapter three because I keep getting plot bunnies breeding new ideas [ooh kinky >.<] but trust me, there's a reason she acts like that in the beginning. part of the reason was in the last chapter.
Nate Flynn gave me a bit of inspiration for this chapter, so i decided to include him. and the guy who feels up his fans that i'm talking about? Pat Brown. xD more later.
this story's fun to write =D
<3 Sarah! At The Crisco