Pete twirled the frisbee around on his finger, not really paying enough attention to make sure it didn't spin off his finger and hit someone in the face. Wouldn't be the first time someone got hit in the face because Pete was barely paying attention to what he was doing. He knew that Patrick was probably getting antsy and wanted to resume the game that the four members of Fall Out Boy were playing, but one of the tour managers had interrupted them to go over some of the finer details of the tour, such as where exactly they would be going and when.
Pete had been working especially close with all of the tour staff this time around, closer than he ever had before. He was sure that the tour staff was probably getting a little tired of it by now, and they probably just wanted him to back off so that they could do their job. But for some reason that Pete couldn't explain, he felt unnaturally stressed about this tour, and perhaps that was why he had decided to be as picky as he was being. Maybe it was just because he wanted the MANIA Tour to be a success, especially after the mixed reviews the album had received.
"So, the first tour date will be right here," the tour manager told Pete and the other three members of the band, but the other three weren't really paying attention. They had all accepted the "just go to whatever city we're told to" attitude, and they really just wanted to get back to their game. But while Pete had originally been the one to introduce that attitude to the group, he definitely was not feeling it now. "And the second stop will be in Lincoln, Nebraska, at Pinnacle Bank Arena. The third-"
"Wait, why are we going to Lincoln, and not Omaha?" Pete asked.
"Didn't we go to Omaha last tour?" Joe asked, looking at both Patrick and Andy, the latter of which just shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we did. I guess that means it's Lincoln's turn? I really don't care which we go to anyway, aren't they pretty much the same?" Patrick asked, and Pete smiled a little, knowing that the people of Nebraska would probably be throwing a fit if they heard Patrick's question.
"Don't let the Nebraskans hear you say that. They might sacrifice you to the corn gods," Joe chimed in, and all four of them started laughing. Only the tour manager was not amused. It took them a few minutes to calm down, but once they did, Pete finally got them back on the point that they had strayed from.
"But in all reality, guys, Lincoln and Omaha really aren't the same. For starters, Omaha has a bigger arena, the rules are a little less strict and more accommodating towards concert-goers, and from what I've heard, security is a lot better and a lot nicer. Again, I don't know this for sure, but from what I've heard, camping is a lot better at Omaha than it is at Lincoln," Pete explained, and Patrick raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but Pete...we aren't having a pit. There are floor seats, so...why would anyone be camping?" he asked, and Pete shrugged.
"I was just speaking hypothetically," Pete answered.
"Okay, but hypothetically speaking, who is gonna be camping to a show with floor seats?" Joe chimed in, and Pete just sighed.
"I don't know, forget I said anything about camping. I just think Omaha is better than Lincoln, that's all. I'd rather go to...well, whatever they are calling that arena now. They seem to change the name every two years or something like that. But anyway. Must we go to Lincoln instead of Omaha?" Pete asked.
"Yeah, Pete, that kind of isn't our choice," Andy responded. "Now either give one of us the frisbee or stop twirling it on your finger before it hits someone in the face and I have to ground you."
"Whatevs, Mama Hurley," Pete responded, and put the frisbee down on the floor beside where he was sitting as the tour manager started to go over the rest of the tour line-up. Pete hated being so far from home for so long, but at the same time, he loved touring. He couldn't wait to get back out on the road, even if they had to make stops in cities that Pete didn't like. But, as Andy said, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change anything once it was firmly decided. Which meant no matter how hard he protested, they were going to Lincoln instead of Omaha. He sighed, and barely listened to the tour manager explain the rest of the tour dates, knowing that he'd go back over them on his own time.
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The Interpreter {ON HOLD}
Fanfiction{Pete Wentz} "Who would have thought that the interpreter from the arena would become a permanent part of our crew?" "Um, you? You were the one that made the suggestion." "Oh. Right." Pete Wentz thought he knew everything that was going to go down w...
