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Chicago Is So Two Years Ago, Its All About Vegas Baby
Me And Pete In The Wake Of Saturday
Two more weeks, my foot is in the door.
Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Saturday, Saturday
I looked out onto the stage and I was immersed in an overwhelming sense of pride. As red and white confetti cascaded down from the ceiling, the song came to a close.
The four members of Fall Out Boy walked off the stage, the screams of their thousands of adoring fans ringing out around the arena. Promptly, I was engulfed in a tight hug.
‘Hey Harry, did you enjoy the show?’
I smiled, ‘Of course I did, does my answer ever differ?’ I asked as I kissed him on the lips and ruffled the confetti from his hair. After being the band’s manager for near enough 3 years, I’d seen hundreds of their shows, yet I still loved each and every single one.
He took me by the hand and led me back to the dressing room. Once we were inside and I congratulated the rest of the band on an amazing closing show, I went and sat down on my boyfriend’s lap.
‘I love you Petey.’ I said quietly, my arms hanging loosely around his neck.
He delicately pressed his lips against my own; it was a kiss full of love. Soon enough, his tongue grazed my bottom lip, I promptly granted him access.
‘You guys, get a room!’ Joe shouted from his place on the couch.
Pete and I abruptly stopped kissing, blushing profusely, I said’ ‘sorry guys.’
My cell began ringing, so I excused myself from the room and answered the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Harriet? It’s John from FBR. I just wanted to let you know that another tour has been arranged for the boys,’ the Fueled by Ramen co-founder said.
‘Okay cool, who’s it with?’ I asked, already excited about the upcoming tour.
‘Panic at the Disco, it will last for about 3 months, maybe a little longer. So I suggest a little meeting with Panic beforehand to familiarise yourself with them seeing as I know you haven’t worked with them before,’ he finished.
‘Okay, thanks. I’ll just let the guys know. See ya later.’ I ended the call and jogged back to the dressing room, the excitement kicking in.
I burst into the room, and the guys’ heads all snapped in my direction.
‘What’s wrong?’ Pete asked.
‘We’re going on tour with Panic at The Disco!’ I shouted, drawing out the ‘o’ sound.
‘Awesome!’ Andy said, the other three all saying similar things.
Two weeks later I sat in the apartment which belonged to Pete and I waiting on Panic at the Disco, I had arranged a meeting with them because their tour manager had recently fallen ill and I’d taken on the task of managing them and FOB at the same time. I knew it was going to be hard work, but I was up to it.
The pre-arranged meeting time had passed and I sat bored, Pete had gone to do an interview with Patrick so I was alone. I decided to get out my acoustic guitar.
I quickly retrieved my Gibson and sat down, my left hand began plucking the strings and my right hand moved effortlessly up and down the fret board, before I could stop myself, I began singing.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick around
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
As I sung the last word of the song, I heard applause, I lifted my head to see two brown haired men standing by the door. My face must have twisted into an expression of confusion because the one with the gorgeous smile said ‘Sorry about that, we knocked at the door but no-one answered, and we heard singing so we just came in.’ he said with a shy look.
‘Its fine, Brendon and Jon is it?’ I asked, with a smirk knowing my research had come in handy.
We shook hands and exchanged greetings, I couldn’t help but to feel drawn to Brendon, his gorgeous smile, his big brown eyes, he was beautiful. I must have been staring because Jon was clicking in front of my face.
‘Harriet? Harriet? Harriet!’
‘Whoa, sorry, spaced out there,’ I laughed. ‘Where are Spencer and Ryan?’
‘Oh, they’re back home in Vegas, I’m only here because I’m staying with Jon.’ Brendon answered.
‘Okay cool, lets talk about this tour. Its going to be a little different because you’re going to be co-headliners, so one night FOB will have the headlining spot, the next night you guys will, But don’t worry you will play every night, just with a different slot.’ I explained.
‘Awesome, how long will it last?’ Jon asked.
‘Three and a half months’ I stated.
As I spoke, Pete entered the room.
‘Hey babe,’ he said as he kissed me on the cheek. I’m almost certain I saw a flash of anger on Brendon’s face, or it might have been jealousy. I’m not sure, but whatever it was, he wasn’t happy when Pete kissed me.
I couldn’t help but what wonder what it would feel like if it was Brendon kissing me instead of Pete.
Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.
Saturday, Saturday
I looked out onto the stage and I was immersed in an overwhelming sense of pride. As red and white confetti cascaded down from the ceiling, the song came to a close.
The four members of Fall Out Boy walked off the stage, the screams of their thousands of adoring fans ringing out around the arena. Promptly, I was engulfed in a tight hug.
‘Hey Harry, did you enjoy the show?’
I smiled, ‘Of course I did, does my answer ever differ?’ I asked as I kissed him on the lips and ruffled the confetti from his hair. After being the band’s manager for near enough 3 years, I’d seen hundreds of their shows, yet I still loved each and every single one.
He took me by the hand and led me back to the dressing room. Once we were inside and I congratulated the rest of the band on an amazing closing show, I went and sat down on my boyfriend’s lap.
‘I love you Petey.’ I said quietly, my arms hanging loosely around his neck.
He delicately pressed his lips against my own; it was a kiss full of love. Soon enough, his tongue grazed my bottom lip, I promptly granted him access.
‘You guys, get a room!’ Joe shouted from his place on the couch.
Pete and I abruptly stopped kissing, blushing profusely, I said’ ‘sorry guys.’
My cell began ringing, so I excused myself from the room and answered the phone.
‘Hello?’
‘Harriet? It’s John from FBR. I just wanted to let you know that another tour has been arranged for the boys,’ the Fueled by Ramen co-founder said.
‘Okay cool, who’s it with?’ I asked, already excited about the upcoming tour.
‘Panic at the Disco, it will last for about 3 months, maybe a little longer. So I suggest a little meeting with Panic beforehand to familiarise yourself with them seeing as I know you haven’t worked with them before,’ he finished.
‘Okay, thanks. I’ll just let the guys know. See ya later.’ I ended the call and jogged back to the dressing room, the excitement kicking in.
I burst into the room, and the guys’ heads all snapped in my direction.
‘What’s wrong?’ Pete asked.
‘We’re going on tour with Panic at The Disco!’ I shouted, drawing out the ‘o’ sound.
‘Awesome!’ Andy said, the other three all saying similar things.
Two weeks later I sat in the apartment which belonged to Pete and I waiting on Panic at the Disco, I had arranged a meeting with them because their tour manager had recently fallen ill and I’d taken on the task of managing them and FOB at the same time. I knew it was going to be hard work, but I was up to it.
The pre-arranged meeting time had passed and I sat bored, Pete had gone to do an interview with Patrick so I was alone. I decided to get out my acoustic guitar.
I quickly retrieved my Gibson and sat down, my left hand began plucking the strings and my right hand moved effortlessly up and down the fret board, before I could stop myself, I began singing.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick around
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
As I sung the last word of the song, I heard applause, I lifted my head to see two brown haired men standing by the door. My face must have twisted into an expression of confusion because the one with the gorgeous smile said ‘Sorry about that, we knocked at the door but no-one answered, and we heard singing so we just came in.’ he said with a shy look.
‘Its fine, Brendon and Jon is it?’ I asked, with a smirk knowing my research had come in handy.
We shook hands and exchanged greetings, I couldn’t help but to feel drawn to Brendon, his gorgeous smile, his big brown eyes, he was beautiful. I must have been staring because Jon was clicking in front of my face.
‘Harriet? Harriet? Harriet!’
‘Whoa, sorry, spaced out there,’ I laughed. ‘Where are Spencer and Ryan?’
‘Oh, they’re back home in Vegas, I’m only here because I’m staying with Jon.’ Brendon answered.
‘Okay cool, lets talk about this tour. Its going to be a little different because you’re going to be co-headliners, so one night FOB will have the headlining spot, the next night you guys will, But don’t worry you will play every night, just with a different slot.’ I explained.
‘Awesome, how long will it last?’ Jon asked.
‘Three and a half months’ I stated.
As I spoke, Pete entered the room.
‘Hey babe,’ he said as he kissed me on the cheek. I’m almost certain I saw a flash of anger on Brendon’s face, or it might have been jealousy. I’m not sure, but whatever it was, he wasn’t happy when Pete kissed me.
I couldn’t help but what wonder what it would feel like if it was Brendon kissing me instead of Pete.
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NEW STORY! I really shouldn't start another, but I had this idea and couldn't ignore it! I hope you like it, its my first story with Pete or Brendon as main characters. I hope you like it!The song that Harriet was singing is I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair) by Sandi Thom.
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