The next day was very hectic. Kylie and I both overslept and only had thirty minutes to get ready before Brian got there. Needless to say, we weren't ready in time. Brian let us have almost an extra hour and then hurried us out the door so we wouldn't miss our plane. We barely got there in time but we made it. Our plane was small and didn't have any entertainment so I soon fell asleep. I woke up with a jolt as the wheels of the plane touched the ground.
"Welcome to the Chicago O'Hare Airport." blared the pilots voice over the loud speaker. "Baggage claim is located on the ground floor in terminal B. Have a nice day and thank you for flying with us."
"We're here!" I squealed with sleepy delight.
"I know I can hardly believe it!" Kylie squealed back. “Where do we meet whoever we are supposed to meet?"
"Um...baggage claim, I guess." I shrugged my shoulders, not entirely sure. We followed the signs to baggage claim trying to hide our excitement as we made our way down the escalators.
I found my last bag on the revolving luggage belt in baggage claim and looked around for Kylie. I heard my name being yelled behind me and turned around to see her with her bags waving me in the direction of a man wearing a black suit and hat who was holding a sign that said my last name. I grabbed my bags and we headed over towards him.
"Hi." I started, sticking out my hand to shake his. "I'm Spencer Whitaker and this is Kylie Practor."
He shook my hand with a smile and asked. "You’re the winner of the contest?"
I nodded my head. "And Kylie is my friend I was aloud to bring."
"Okay" he said. "I'm Charlie, your limo driver. The car is just outside, but I'll need to see your security
passes before we load your bags up."
"No problem." I grabbed the passes out of my purse and showed them to him.
"You girls might wanna put those around your neck. You'll need them a lot the next couple months."
We slid them around our necks and grabbed some bags while Charlie grabbed the rest of them and lead us out the door to the limo. He loaded our stuff into the back and then opened our door for us. I slid in first. I looked around at the huge limo and took a seat near the front. The interior was black and white leather and had stylish lights all around and even a sunroof. I felt Kylie slide in next to me as I looked at the black mini fridge in the corner. A folded piece of what looked like construction paper was sitting on top. I stood to cross the limo to that corner, bumping my head as Charlie shut the driver door and the vibrations echoed throughout the back of the car. I sat down next to the fridge and took the paper off the top and started to read.
Congratulations on winning the contest in Music Scene. Your driver will be dropping you off at the opening concert here in Chicago at the backstage entrance. He will take your bags to the Fall Out Boy offical tour bus while you hang out backstage for a while and enjoy the concert. We can't wait to meet you and will see you soon.
At the bottom, neatly scrawled in four different handwritings their names...
Pete, Patrick, Andy, and Joe
"Kylie look!" I yelled thrusting the paper over to her. "They signed this!"
"Hold on a sec!" she yelled back, the limo phone to her ear.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. Too late. She wasn't listening.
"Charlie?" she said with a questioning voice. "How long till we get there?"
I waited patiently.
"Okay thanks!" she said with a laugh and hung up the phone. "15 minutes till we meet Fall Out Boy."
I squealed with delight. I imagined Patrick's face as I looked down at the signature on the card. He touched this paper. I thought to myself. Just thinking about it almost gave me a cold chill.
About 15 or 20 minutes later the limo finally stopped and I could hardly hold in my anticipation. I waited as patiently as I could while Charlie opened the door for us. I hopped out and waited for Kylie to do the same. I turned around and saw a man in a shirt that said "SECURITY" on it walking towards us.
"Can I help you ladies?" he asked in his booming yet still polite voice.
"This is the contest winner and her guest, sir. They are here to see Fall Out Boy." Charlie answered for us.
"Passes please?" the security guard asked, his hand held out.
Kylie and I both took off our passes and handed them to him for a closer look. After looking them over front and back he seemed satisfied and handed them back. "Follow me please." The way he said it made it almost sound like an order. However we obeyed with no questions asked.
"Bye girls," said Charlie with a smile. "I'll make sure your luggage gets on the bus safe and sound. Have a good night."
"You too Charlie." I called.
"Thank you." added Kylie. Then we followed the man into the building and up 2 flights of stairs until we reached a hallway full of bustling people. He led us to the next to last room on the right that another security guard with a nametag that said "Frank" was standing in front of.
"These are the contest winners Frank." said the security guard we had been following. "I'm not sure where I'm supposed to take them."
"I'll take care of them. Thanks." answered Frank. Frank was a muscular guy but not as big as the other guy. His tone of voice wasn't as intimidating either, so it was a relief as the other guard left. "Welcome guys!" he greeted us both with handshakes. "The band is doing their sound check right now so if you wanna wait right in here it's fine." He opened the door behind him with a pair of keys and let us into the room. It was not a very special room. Plain white, nothing on the walls. The only things in there were a few wardrobe racks, a large couch, a coffee table and another mini fridge. "Help yourself to a drink or something and sit down. The guys will be here shortly." He smiled and closed the door.
It was quiet for a few seconds. Then I couldn't help it any longer. I let out one of the loudest screams I have ever made.
"KYLIE!! We are IN Fall Out Boy's dressing room!!" I yelled.
"I KNOW!!" she yelled back as she flopped down onto the couch.
I lay down beside her and sighed. "I wond-..." I started to speak but was stopped by a knock at the door. My heart stopped and I sat up abruptly.
"Hello?" sang a manly voice as the door opened. "Is there a contest winner anywhere in here?"
I would know that voice anywhere. It was a voice I had heard in countless interviews and concerts during the past few years. The voice of Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz. In he stepped and out of the corner of my eye I saw Kylie's jaw drop as she sat up beside me.
"Getting comfortable are we?" Pete asked with a chuckle as Joe, Andy, and finally Patrick filed in.
"Of course!" answered Kylie with a flirty smile. "I mean this is practically our dressing room now too. At least for the next couple months, everything that's yours is our's, right?"
"Aren't we a little diva already?" Pete said with a flirty smile back.
I tuned out the rest of this conversation. Not purposefully. It was just impossible not to. I couldn't take my eyes off of Patrick. He, like the rest of the band was in an almost all black outfit and holding his guitar shyly. He was even more gorgeous than in the pictures. His blue eyes met mine and I quickly looked away. I pretended to be interested in Kylie and Pete's little flirting game for a minute but then glanced back over at him. He was still looking at me. I saw him turn his head as soon as he realized I was looking at him again. I turned back around as Pete asked a question. I saw him take another glance out of the corner of his eye.
"So which one of you is the contest winner?" asked Pete politely.
"I-I-I am" I managed to stutter out.
Pete and the rest of the guys laughed. Kylie rolled her eyes.
"This is Spencer Whittaker and I'm her best friend Kylie Practor." Kylie had decided to speak for me seeing I was in no state to speak for myself.
"Nice to meet you both." said Pete shaking both of our hands. Joe, Andy and Patrick followed along. When I came to Patrick's hand, I was suddenly conscious of how bad my hand was sweating and I quickly wiped it on my jeans.
"Hey, I'm Patrick." he said in a quiet voice.
A quick "Hi" was all I could muster out. I extended my hand slowly to meet his, avoiding his beautiful eyes with my own, and shook. I noticed my hand was wet with his sweat when I pulled it back. He smiled shyly and I couldn't help but smile back.
"So when does the concert start?" asked Kylie.
"Um...not for another 20 or 30 minutes.” replied Pete "You guys can hang with us backstage tonight instead of using your tickets if you want."
"Cool!" Kylie grinned and I saw Pete smile back.
"We have to go talk to our manager for a minute but just make yourselves at home." Joe piped in with a smile.
As soon as they left I flopped back onto the couch. I looked up to find Kylie laughing at me.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Nothing...I've just never seen you so quiet. But it looked like you and Patrick had a moment there."
"Yeah, right..." I said with a roll of my eyes. "Like he would ever be interested in me. Besides you were the one getting the attention. You could tell Pete wants to screw you just by the way he was looking at you."
She laughed as she headed towards the fridge, grabbed two bottles of water, and tossed one to me. "And I'd probably let him." She grinned an almost evil grin.
My jaw dropped. I don't know why I was shocked. It's not like she wouldn’t normally, but it was different because Pete is...well Pete. Just then the door opened and they sauntered back into the room. We sat back and waited for what seemed like and eternity, as I thought about everything. Not believing that
this was really happening to me.
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