I didn't mind the shopping trip, but didn't bring too much money. My top priority is still going to the concert tonight. Emily never had any problems with money, and felt I'd be too nosey to ask why. She bought a boatload of souvenirs and shirts, along with some lunch for the both of us. Souvenirs never interested me much anyways.

While eating lunch, I asked Emily what our plans were.

"Well, after the concert we'll find a hotel or something to sleep in and the next morning we can fly home if you want to. I mean, there isn't really anywhere else I planned on doing here," she shrugged.

"Whatever is cool with me," I told her. That's kind of what I had in mind anyway.

Emily insisted we shopped a little longer and then we were off. She plugged her phone into the car, streaming music. We sang and danced around in the car to just about every song on Save Rock & Roll. Of course we got the weird looks from neighboring cars, but when did we not?

We got there a little earlier than expected, but there was still a long line waiting at the gates. Along with that, there was the horror of finding a close parking spot. I turned down the music and helped look with her. Too bad I didn't break something, we could've had a handicapped parking space... Although I wouldn't have much fun with it here.

There was Youngbloods as far as the eye could see, along with the occasional Paramore and New Politics fan. Honestly, I loved all of them, but we were here for Fall Out Boy.

We sat on the edge of the concrete outside of the gates. Ocasionally, I'd see the inside between two heads. Just seeing what my favorite band could be seeing gave me the jitters. Pete, Patrick, Andy, and Joe are going to be rocking it out in a few hours.

Screaming started blasting all around the concert gates. It sounded like it was coming closer and closer. Obviously it wasn't someone hurt, it was screaming fangirls. The question was why? Are they opening the gates? It's still kind of early.

That's when the girls around us started screaming. I lifted myself on my toes just as David, Louis, Søren, and Poul from New Politics were running around with a torch, waving at us to get us pumped.

"That was New Politics!" I said to Emily, who couldn't see. She was on the smaller side.

"No way!" she exclaimed.

My heart sure was pumping now. When the screaming died down and most of us were a least a little settled, they opened the gates. People with tickets were shoved onto a path to balconies and seats. Tickets for lawn seats were guided onto another path. I watched the people run in that line to get good seats. It was horrible, yet hilarious to watch.

Emily grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd, "Come on!"

We ran through the slowpokes and made it to the stage. Emily counted the rows, "-6,7,8,9!"

People started filing in to their seats with the occasional person left to go get drinks. I couldn't help but mesmerize myself looking at the stage. It was covered partially for New Politics. They probably just got back from running around and getting ready. After them would be Paramore, and then the highlight of the tour, Fall Out Boy.

I turned to Emily and smiled, knowing she was feeling the same way. I don't know how everyone else contained their excitement.

Around 10 minutes later, New Politics started performing. I was convinced that it was Pete behind the stage, watching his opener, but Emily dismissed it. They played some cool songs and David danced, very well as always.

Paramore came about a half hour after them. The sky was an orange-pink color with the sun setting just as they ran on stage, singing That's What You Get. Fans cheered a little louder for them and I wondered what they would be like later.

When Paramore was done, I felt more excited than ever. A sheet was put over the stage as the set was rearranged. I could only imagine what Fall Out Boy was feeling right now.