Anna's POV
I follow behind Patrick as he walks on stage. I watch him carefully as he works up the crowd, how happy he looks when he's on stage. I usually just listen to his voice but now since it's the last concert, I'm nothing more. The way he can't stop smiling and glancing along the front of the crowd, smiling at fans who are freaking out or in tears.
"Ready?" Patrick's asks still smiling. I nod quickly and grab the microphone of the stand. "I thought of angels choking on their halos" Patrick starts to sing and I join in eventually. "Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name. It will be held against you" I sing in tune with Patrick.
Usually when I first go on stage with Patrick or Brendon, I'm usually shyer and not as confident. But by the time first song is over I'm jumping around the stage with either Brendon or Pete. Patrick's usually just laughing at us.
The song finishes without any mistakes or slip ups. "How are you guys doing tonight?" Pete asks getting a scream from the audience. While Pete is talking both Patrick and I use that as time to cure our dry throats. Once I return to the microphone stand I look out in the audience.
Bad idea.
I see the familiar faces of Veronica and Danielle. Why the heck are they at a Fall Out Boy concert, they only listen to people like One Direction and Justin Bieber. I don't understand why they would be here.
"This next one is called Alone Together" Pete says snapping me out of thought. I take a deep breathe and try and forget the girls in the crowd, I try and forget the times they've bet me up for listening to this type of music, for being 'emo' or different. I hold back the tears and sing on like nothing is bothering me but when the song finishes, I quickly thank the guys before running offstage.
"Anna!?" Brendon yells, chasing me down the hall. I stop. There's no point in running away from him. I have to sing with him in around 30 minutes. "What's wrong?" Brendon asks after pulling me into a hug. "I recognises people in the crowd" I say not going into detail. "Well let's show them how happy and amazing you are" He says pulling away. "Bullies hate to see their victims happy" He whispers before pulling me off into the dressing room.
For the next half an hour Brendon is being energetic and weird. Basically just dancing around the dressing room and yelling random songs. Ignoring everyone's plead to stop, even the "you'll waste all you're energy for the show" didn't work on him today.
"I'm bored" Brendon pouts, eventually sitting down along Dallon and I, who were having a casual conversation about Doctor Who. When neither of us gives him the attention he wants, he tries again by pulling Dallon into a passionate kiss. "Hey I was talking" Dallon whines once Brendon let's go of him. "And you were talking about boring things" he says insulting Doctor Who. "Excuse me, Doctor Who is not boring" I cut in.
"5 minutes till P!ATD" A stage manger interrupts our conversation. "Finally!" Brendon cheers before getting up and heading to the side of the stage. We all laugh at his childness and follow closely behind.
Just as we arrive at the sings, Patrick is finishing off singing 'Save Rock and Roll' which is one of my favourite songs by them. Once the crowd has calmed down, Pete says the goodbye and the all walk off stage for the stage crew to set up for Panic!
"Good luck" Patrick whispers to me before kissing my forehead and walking of to get showered and ready for the meet and greet.
As soon as the stage gear is set up Panic! runs out to get their set started. I watch their first few songs on the side line alone, until Patrick joins me. Less sweaty this time.
"What happened on stage?" He asks, obviously noticing how I ran off stage nearly in tears. "I just recognised some people" I state, not looking Patrick in the eye. Concentrate on something else or you'll cry, not really what I want right before I have to go onstage.
"You know you don't have to perform" He reminds me. "No I want to show them that they don't bother me anymore" I say truthfully. "Good, now go show them how much of an amazing singer you are" Patrick smiles before pushing me onstage to sing. "You finally decided to show up, you're late" Brendon jokes, acting like a boss.
"Okay maybe you should do something you're good at, singing not acting" I joke around making a few people laugh. "Fine then Missy, this ones called Miss Jackson" Brendon yells into his mic.
"Climbing out the backdoor, didn't leave a mark. No one knows it's you, Miss Jackson. Found another victim but no ones gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson" I sing as sassily as I can. Brendon laughs and starts his part smiling.
When we get to the chorus of the song, we alternate at singing the "Miss Jacksons" while Brendon sings the "are you nastys"s in a really high bitchy girl voice. Which he is surprisingly good at.
By the end of the song, I'm nearly in tears from laughing so much. "So Anna, what song are we singing next?" Brendon asks me and I freak. I didn't pay attention to what I was singing, I'd just go along with whatever he sang. "Ah Halleluah?" I ask while nervously laughing. "Eh close enough, well actually it's the opposite" Brendon laughs before the track for Emperors New Clothes started. I laugh and start singing with Brendon.
By the time I've finished my few songs with Panic! I'm sweating a lot from dancing around the stage with Brendon. "Well thank you for joining us but I think they love me more so I order you to leave" He says being dramatic again. "Kidding I love you babe" He adds. I wink at Dallon and Brendon loses it. "Wait no Dallon, get over here you tall glass of water" Brendon starts showing a bit of 'stage gay' as I walk off stage laughing. I don't think it can be classed as 'stage gay' anymore since it's like that all the time now.
Once I'm shower and changed into less sweaty clothes, I go back to the dressing room to find Pete sitting on Patrick's chest. Patrick obviously looks uncomfortable with the whole situation. "Ah guys, what did I miss?" I ask awkwardly. Pete immediately gets off Patrick and blushes.
''It wasn't what it looked like, I wasn't trying to do anything" Pete stutters. What on earth did I wall on in? "Pete stop sounding suspicious. I literally just threw something at you cause you weren't listening to any of us, then you started tickling me" Patrick explains, once he gets off the floor.
"Let's go for a walk" Patrick says, basically dragging me out of the dressing room. "What was that for?" I ask sounding surprised. "Pete's being weird" He laughs before grabbing my hand and walking outside. "Peterick" I mumble quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear me.
He quickly spins me around and stops us from walking. "There is no way that is happening, were cannon" He smiles. I almost laugh at how he knew the word for that but I don't. "You're cute" He adds making me smile. I blush and go to deny my cuteness but Patrick stops me by placing his lips onto mine. I sigh and lean back onto the wall behind me.
"Guys stop making out, we have a meet and greet" Someone says, popping out of nowhere. I jump and blush when I realise it was Pete. "Stop looking so embarrassed, we're all used to this by now, with you guys and Brallon" He laughs before walking off in the direction he came from.
The meet and greet goes on as normal as possible. I'm told to sit in the corner and take photos when asked. Neither Veronica or Danielle show up, which is good. I don't thin I could of seen them without wanting to punch them in the throat or even just mentioning who they are to Pete or Brendon who might of done that for me.
Now since it was the last stop of the tour, a lot more people recognised me and wanted a picture. Usually I would be unsure of it, but seeing how happy everyone was I just went along with it. What harm could it do anyway?
After everyone has gotten a picture or gotten something signed, we all head back to Brendon's. Everyone but Patrick and I, head up to bed. Patrick and I pack our bags and say goodbye to everyone. We have a flight in around an hour to head back to Chicago.
To be honest I think I'm going to miss Brendon and Dallon the most. I got them together and they seem pretty happy. I give them both big hugs before getting pulled at the door by Patrick, who knows when I'm going to see them all again? Weeks? Months? Who knows.
*Time skip*
The flight home way boring and normal. I'm basically over my fear of flying so I just slept the whole way. Dancing and singing around on stage really uses a lot of energy.
We arrive at Patrick's early in the morning. Around 3. I yawn before lazily getting changed and dragging myself into bed. Patrick somehow looks wide awake. Is he even human? Probably not.
Just as I'm about to fall asleep I hear the sound of my phone vibrating. I reach over and pick it up. The brightness nearly blinds me. And the message almost makes my heart stop.
"What is it?" Patrick ask, joining me in bed. "A-A text" I stutter still unsure if this is real or not. "From?" He asks curious about my nervousness.
"My father"
(A/N- Well that's the last chapter of this, there still be a sequel... Eventually. But also 1k reads. Wow and thanks)