The Light Of My Life (A Patrick Stump fan fiction)

The Concert

Christians POV 

It was a Sunday night, and I was getting ready for the Fall Out Boy concert in Philly. I was so excited that I kept dropping things and forgetting were I put everything. So as you can imagine, I was pretty stressed. Although I tried to keep myself cool because, well, I get panic attacks a lot. And I don't mean just breathing heavily, I mean breathing heavily, hyperventilating, getting dizzy, start to feel sick, everything becomes really loud and really big, and eventually passing out. Ya, it gets pretty bad.  So I try to keep my cool and blow dry my hair, Making sure to make my bangs over my eye really neat. I also tried to make the purple in my hair noticeable, although it wasn't that hard because my purple was so dark and there was so much of it. The ends where dip dyed purple with an ombre affect, and the ends were so dark, it almost looked black. Then the pieces in my hair were a bit lighter and streaked, so it was pretty awesome. As I finished my hair I started to do my make up, red lips, eye liner, purple eye shadow, even tone cover up, mascara, and a little blush. "Not to bad." I say to myself in the mirror when I finish. I put on my grey FOB shirt on, some skinny jeans, and my grey vans. I grab my phone, wallet, ticket, my pill (So I don't have a panic attack in the middle of the concert), my keys, and head out the door to my car.

I get in the car and see its 5:30 and that makes me feel better because it starts at 7:00. I know it weird that I'm leaving so early, but I live in New Jersey. And that's a good hour drive, if traffic is good. Plus then I need to get a parking spot, get in line, and make it on the floor by the time Panic! At The Disco plays. So as I leave my drive way, I put on my Patrick Stump album, Soul Punk. As Explode comes on, I sing the notes with Patrick, playing the beet of the song with my fingers on the steering wheel. I love Patrick Stump, he's so cute, funny, talented, he's just an angle. I wish I could meet him, and thank him for making me happy when I'm sad, I would thank all of them. Pete, Joe, Andy, and Patrick of coarse. Yes I know, I'm crushing on him, I just like who he is, his personality, his voice, that smile. Oh my god that smile, it's  just amazing. When Spot Light comes on, I sing every word, every note, every little part. I sing every song of his all the way to Philly. Then I turn the music down so I can focus on fining a parking spot. As I look up and down the street, I see herds of people swarming around cars, and heading towards the line. My god that line, its huge!!!! As I drive down the street, I see an open parking spot, YES!!!! I make sure no other cars are coming and quickly pull in.

When I get out of the car I make sure that I have my phone, wallet, keys, and ticket, then head to the long ass line. I step in the line and plug in my ear phones, put on Infinity On High, and wait 'till they start letting in people. About a half hour later, the line starts to move. I look at my phone and see its 6: 50, Twenty One Pilots is starting in 10 minutes, I guess they must be a little late. I grab my ticket out of my pocket, turn off my music, shove my phone in my pocket, and prepare for the security guards to check me, for any weapons of coarse. As I get to the front of the line, I cant help give out a little squeal of excitement, then get a couple stares from people doing so. I let the security guards check me, give them my ticket for them to see, get it back, then go inside the building. THIS PLACE IS HUGE!!!!!! AND THERES SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!! THERES THIS MANY PEOPLE WHO LIKE PANIC! AT THE DISCO AND FALL OUT BOY?!?!?!?! I FOUND MY PEOPLE!!!!!! These thoughts run through my mind as I look around this gaint place. I quickly start to see people rushing to the doors to get on the floor. I get in line to get two bottles of water. I know I seem weird but I don't drink, its pretty weird and kind of annoys my friends when we go to a bar and I get a coke and they get martinis. I walk over to the band merch table and try to squeeze my way through all the people, not that hard considering I'm so small. Short, I guess, and super skinny. Mostly because I don't eat a lot and when I do, I just lose it really fast because I'm always stressed. I find my way to the front and look at my choices of merch. There's so many different things!!!! I saved up my money for a while so I have just about $200. I decide on a FOB hat, FOB sweatshirt that says Philly on it, a Panic! poster, a FOB jeans vest that has there symbol on the back, and a FOB poster. As the woman behind the counter puts all my stuff in a bag, she looks at my FOB poster and smiles, "There's only 1,065 posters in the world actually signed by the members of Fall Out Boy, and well.... this is number 126." she smiles at me and my jaw drops, "Are you serous!?!?!?" I start to jump up and down like a little kid on Christmas. She hands me my bag and I take it out of her hands screaming thank you over and over again. I take the bag and get out the poster, unroll it, and stare at it in amazement. THIS IS SO CRAZY!!!!!!