Patrick's POV

Quite early in the morning, the house phone rang. No one ever calls that phone. I woke up around the second or third ring, figuring it wasn't a prank.

But wait... What if it was the doctors calling about Leah? Oh god, is she dead?

I ran around the counter, nearly smashing into the wall next to it and reached my hand out for the phone. "Hello?" I asked out of breath and tired.

Pete's mocking laugh filled my ears. The beating inside them died down and I secretly hated him in that moment. He knew perfectly well what he just did.

"Get dressed into your usual self. We're going on a field trip," he ordered.

I rolled my eyes and walked back into my empty room, the phone pressed to my cheek, "Do I get a location?"

"Nope," I could almost hear him smirking through his words, "I'll be in your driveway in about 5 minutes."

"What should I bring?" I asked, changing out of my pajamas, looking at my face in the mirror.

"We'll be back tomorrow morning, noon-ish. Bring what you normally bring. Oh, and a smile. You'll need that too."

I scoffed, "Uh-huh, I'll make sure I purposely forget that one."

Pete chuckled, "Whatever. See you in a few."

By the time Pete's car rolled into my driveway, I was - hopefully - ready. With a small black backpack, I walked out the door. The fresh, Chicago morning breeze hit my skin as soon as it got the chance.

I hopped into the passenger seat and smiled to Pete.

"You didn't forget!" he pointed to me and said.

Shoot...

"Right, sorry," I said and glared at him. He laughed at me as I took off my hat and held it in my lap. I really am thankful for him - even if I don't tell him. Pete's been trying so hard to help me get my mind off of this girl. It's a good feeling that someone is out there, trying to make you happy for your own good and not theirs.

After about a half hour of driving, Pete pulled into the airport parking lot. I shot him a look, but he hardly seemed to notice. He parked the car and pulled a bag of his own out of the trunk. Andy and Joe strolled over and joined us as we walked towards the back.

A private plane waited for us, fueled and ready to go. I stared up at the steps, suddenly it looked so scary. Never have I been afraid of heights or anything like that, but after hearing Emily explain how Leah fell down steps, it just proves how often things like these happen. It's not just a one time thing. I've heard many stories.

Joe came around my backside and clapped my back, "Come on, bro."

I gave him a nervous smile and walked up carefully. After making it successfully in, I claimed a window seat next to Andy and tossed my bag up above me.

When he sat down, I nudged his elbow, "Do you know where we're going?"

Just as he was about to say something, Pete saw him and took charge, "It's a surprise."

I shook my head, pursing my lips together firmly, eventually forming into another smile. I guess I can't help it. Smiling is just a thing I do best. Today, I just feel like dishing them out. That of which is a surprise because I haven't felt like this since we were on tour and if Pete hadn't woken me up this morning, I would've slept till 5 in the afternoon.

For the first hour, my head was pressed to the window with my headphones on. Some 21 Pilots song played in the back of my head. My thoughts overpowered the music.

I realized how small I really am - not height wise, mind you - but as a person. I've looked out the window before, thinking "Wow look how small everything is!" Now I realize that I'm backwards. The world is so huge and I'm just one little guy, singing songs for my band of four amazingly talented guys. Yet, we have this giant impact on the world. It warmed my heart to the core.

Another hour and we were still on the plane. I turned to Andy, who was also listening to music, but our music. A muffled version of Light 'Em Up could be heard from him. He "air-drummed" his part in the song. We must be performing somewhere, and if that's the case, shouldn't I be practicing too?

I stood up and scooted around Andy's knees. Pete watched me walk around to him and continued to as I spoke to him, "If we're performing I should be practicing."

He chuckled, "Patrick, we just went on tour and nailed these songs. You'll be fine."

Worry started to build up in my chest and that's something I usually can't hold back.

"You've got an amazing voice, dude, I've told you so many times. You don't need to worry," he reassured.

I guess he's right, even though I really would've liked to have known about this in advance. I nodded to him and sat back down for another half hour until we landed in New York City.

A bus drove us to the headquarters of a building, specifically, the Rockefeller Center. I spun my head to Pete, putting two and two together.

"We're-!" I started.

He nodded, "Good old Jimmy found an empty spot and I volunteered us."

Jimmy as in Jimmy Fallon. We were going to be on the Tonight Show. We were going to be interviewed by him and then sing a My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark near the end as his musical guest.

This information played on repeat, over and over, in my head as we prepared. They sent us through so many rounds of hair and makeup and clothes, it was unreal.

I went through my pre-show rituals, singing different exercises and songs. Precisely, 20 Dollar Nosebleed helped with my vocals. I was reminded of the times Brendon Urie and I had recording parts. I absolutely adored his part and wished I could sing it myself, but he fit in nicely to the song.

Jimmy started with his beginning bits as we were lining up to get on stage. I shook myself off and cracked my neck, preparing myself for any question he might ask. This isn't like the interviews before. Those would be put on YouTube or typed and stamped into an article. With this interview, everyone will be watching. They don't want to hear sad reality stories about my girlfriend in the hospital, they want to hear about our new music.

I lifted my head and looked out through my glasses, towards the audience as he announced our name, "Our first guest is a band who's been quite busy lately. Please welcome Fall Out Boy."

I pushed past the curtain and the boys trailed closely behind me, waving to the small crowd.

We sat in comfy, leather chairs after shaking his hand. For the first time in a while, I didn't mind about an interview. Being sat in these chairs - and probably my mood - triggered this sort of feel of comfort. It was almost like I was at home, talking to a friend.

Jimmy sighed and waited until the applause halted to start talking, "Welcome guys, it's great to see you."

"Thanks," I handed out yet another smile to him and the camera, "It's great to be here."

"So, you just got back from your Monumentour with Paramore and New Politics and rumor has it that you're working on a new album! How does that feel?" Jimmy asked, looking towards us for an answer.

I glanced at Andy, Joe, and Pete before answering, "It was definitely a lot of fun, working with other people, especially them in particular. They're an interesting mix, our openers, and it was something new that we've never done before."

Pete jumped in, "The four of us have been coming up with ideas here and there, pitching in an effort to make this quick and simple. We've been working with samples a lot recently and there's definitely a lot of work to do."

I nodded, looking back to Jimmy as he started speaking again, "Obviously you guys have been getting more and more popular around the world. I mean, your songs are everywhere. Everyone loves you."

I agreed, "Yeah, it's a really great feeling, knowing you have that kind of effect on someone. I think... it's a real compliment when people know and like our songs, but don't know us. When you're not on the cover of a magazine and you're not the- the big name. When the song's still something, that's huge. I mean- some songs and melodies will last forever. That's one of the things that we strive for. We want our songs to be immortal. We want them to be remembered."

I took a split second to gather up my thoughts and let them spill, "Singers and musicians die, it's a natural happening, but the songs don't, and I think that's cool. When I die, I'll be content, knowing that I still have my legacy, like my own little child that's still living for me."

Jimmy laughed to himself, "Wouldn't that be something? A little walking, talking album needing it's diaper changed."

I laughed along with the audience and waited as he re-explained himself, "But really, I understand that. That is cool."

Pete hesitated to jump back in, but came out swinging as he started talking, "And- I think a bigger compliment is when people who probably wouldn't know you or like you can hear and recognize the song. It really means a lot."

He lifted himself up and repositioned his seating before moving on. I sensed a little bit of nervousness, even from a man of words like him, "Another new thing is playing our songs with sports. My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark was at the top of the charts and used in basketball, baseball, and football commercials and games. That's cool. My dad and his friends will tell me, "Oh, yeah, I heard your song. The marching band played it"."

"And you guys enjoy this?" Jimmy questioned.

"Oh yeah, I'm all for it. We want to write songs that you could hear in stadiums and arenas because we could play there. And it just so happens that other things happen there too. Like sports," he smiled and told everyone.

After the pause for laughter, he kept on, "There was a darker time in rock, where sports and music were separate, but now that we have the internet, it's done. Our fans have made edits and we've allowed songs to be used in different places than your average radio single being played on a loop."

"Do you guys enjoy sports? Any in particular?" Jimmy continued on the topic.

I found myself trying to talk about sports - my worst topic, "I was the kind of guy that watched sports, but never really knew anything about them. In the past 6 years, I've learned more about sports than I would've in my entire life. I mean, there's a commonality there. If you walk into a room and talk about politics or religion, people will get angry. But if you talk about sports or music, people will still disagree - with different tastes and all - but there's a good-natured quality to it. I can walk up to some random strangers and talk about Fall Out Boy. Even if they don't like us, they'll at least try to listen, or so I've found."

Jimmy folded his hands together, "So does this mean that you appreciate sports more now?"

Pete chuckled, "Well we've learned more about sports and probably have grown to more of a appreciation for them-"

"But we're not hard-core fans," Andy finished for him. Everyone turned to him, almost forgetting the cute, quiet little guy was still there. We all nodded and agreed with him.

"Well, I shouldn't say that 'we' aren't diehards," Andy added with air-quotes, "The guys always tease me about my obsession over the Green Bay Packers. So for this year, I'm definitely rooting against the Seahawks for the 2014 Super Bowl. Go Broncos!"

Pete laughed, "Yeah, Andy and I are definitely more fans of sports than Patrick and Joe are."

I exchanged looks with Joe. I guess it was pretty true.

"What about the rest of you?" Jimmy inquired of us, "What teams are you rooting for?"

Pete started first, "Probably the Broncos."

I hardly had to play a nervous smile before I spoke up, "I'm on Team Not Paying Attention."

Joe laughed along with Jimmy and the audience, "I second that."

Jimmy found himself tearing up with laughter, "Oh my gosh, that's so relatable!"

Pete found his chance and tried relating this back to the album, pulling us from my silly remark to the real reason as to why we were here, "But going back to our new record, I think it represents where we want to be, but it also represents us understanding that if you want to be a part of "pop art", you need to work."

"That's right, that's right," Jimmy nodded. A cameraman signaled for him to wrap it up, "Alright, big thank you to Fall Out Boy to talking about their new album and staying with us tonight. Stay with us while I play a bit with a celebrity guest. Tune in at the end of the show to listen to Fall Out Boy perform a song. We'll be right back."

He turned to me and shook my hand, going down the line with the rest of the boys. Jimmy was so nice about everything, it was awesome. I thanked him for the opportunity and he gladly accepted it before walking off the stage.

We set off in the other direction, towards our instruments. Funtime is over. Now we play.