Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Pete’s P.O.V.

Patrick was still acting a bit weird, but he’d started acting better once we were on stage in front of everyone. I tried not to worry about him too much. Being on stage was a great distraction. I watched Patrick when I ran past him on stage. He seemed lost in his own brain. I wanted to go talk to him, but it would have to wait until after the show. Luckily at this point, we only had a few songs left and they were all up-tempo.

“I’m gonna make you bend and break. Say your prayers but let the good times roll. In case God doesn’t show.” It was so fun listening to Patrick sing that song. Although he seemed a bit shaky tonight. “They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers in hotel rooms collecting page 6 lovers. Get my out of my mind and get you out of those clothes. I’m a liner away from getting you into the mood.” He sings so beautifully, almost like an angel! “Would you guys sing?” I listened to the audience sing my words. It was one of the best feelings in the world. “ Oh, one night, yea, and one more time. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for the memories. See, Pete tastes like you but sweeter.” I turned my head and stared at Patrick. He couldn’t have sung what I just heard. It was impossible. He was too professional to do that. But as I looked out at the crowd, it looked like maybe they’d all heard the same thing.

“One more night. One more time. Even though they weren’t so great. Pete tastes like you but sweeter.”

I stopped playing and stared at Patrick. Once could have been my own wishful thinking, but twice meant it was definitely Patrick… especially when Joe and Andy had stopped playing and the entire auditorium had fallen dead silent. “Oh one ni…” Patrick finally realized how quiet everything had gone. His eyes widened and he turned a bright red, brighter than my bass. The audience stood there staring at all of us, but mostly me and Patrick. Patrick began sputtering into the microphone. “I… I uh… I meant… That is…. Uh… “He looked over at me, and I’m not sure how, but he turned brighter red. “FUCK,” Patrick yelled into the microphone. The entire audience gasped and then laughed. I looked over and Joe and Hurley, who were both looking between me and Patrick. Oh God Patrick, what the fuck did you just do? “Well fuck,” I turned my attention back to Patrick. He’d put down the guitar and was standing at the microphone, facing the audience. “Patrick, wait!”

Song: - 'Thnks Fr Th Mmrs' by Fall Out Boy