BS: Gen: PG: Back To Normal
Title: Back to Normal
Author:Gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandom: Fall Out Boy, Fuck City
Rating: PG--language
Author's Notes: This is an unbetad ficlet as part of a prompted writing meme. So tell me if you spot anything, k? This was sparked by the Blender article and subsequent reaction yesterday. ;).
Disclaimer: This did not, to the best of my knowledge, happen. This is a fictional story about characters based on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: It's just another night at work for Mix.
The Blender thing was poorly timed. Not that there could have been a good time for it really, but it was still worse for the timing.
Mix was at the bar, was completely out of the loop. After the first two days of Andy replying to every fifth person on twitter--which was still a fucking lot of replies--Matt had turned the updates off on his phone.
So, when the thing broke and the fans started asking, well, freaking out more like, about Patrick leaving the band, and Andy freaking out, and Joe feeling left out, Mix didn't know. Not at first anyway.
The thing about working nights is that he spends part of every day catching up on what happened when he was sleeping, and, since he's part of a group of guys who largely don't get up before noon, also when he's at work--because they're all up and doing shit too. It means for better, or for worse, he's always just a beat ahead, or a beat behind everyone else. In this case it was behind.
It was a fan, he supposes that's what they're called--they're not friends, and he hopes they're not groupies, but they're the people that watch the twitter feed for announcements about where the guys will be and then show up, wanting to talk, wanting to act like they know each other because he told them about his gym membership or something else that's sort of pointless in the bigger picture--so it was a fan that told him about what was going on.
He thinks it's kind of funny that the fans are direct feeding the tweets to their phones because, fuck, he's part of the whole thing and he doesn't have the time or energy to wade through it all on the computer, much less his phone.
Andy was supposed to be in bed, he know this because he'd got a text that said so, so it was surprise when the girl with the hot pink bangs and the plugs in her ears asked him what the deal with Andy was and her smaller, heavier, plainer friend had asked if it was true that Patrick had left the band.
Mix is friends with those dudes; he'd have to be, being friends with Andy, but more than that he's spent a lot of time on their tour buses with them and hanging out with them in venues, and that still doesn't mean that he knows all the shit that goes on in the band. And, if he did, he wouldn't tell anyone. It's not his shit to tell.
They're all having a good time with the twitters, but it still sort of sucks that a lot of the time it's just fans trying to get a piece of Hurley.
He just smiles and makes her drink, and says he does't know anything about it, and it would have ended there if he hadn't realized that the pink-haired one was really asking whether or not Andy was crazy. The dude is, of course, they all kind of are, but not in the way she's talking, and that sort of pisses him off.
Hurley's his best friend and even if he weren't, even if he were just some dude he knew, he wouldn't have been happy about the implication that the fucker was cracked, and he's sick of fucking interviews that always make Andy come off sounding like he's a nutbar stockpiling freeze-dried soybeans against a future Apocalypse. (And maybe the next time they're all talking about ways to prepare for the Apocalypse (not the Zombies, but the man-made one), he'll bring that up because they're all going to have become farmers or some shit because there's not much in the way of canned Vegan survival food.)The point is that he's the best friend any of the dudes in Fuck City could have, and Mix is sick of the way no one really seems to listen to him.
It's a bar and even though it's only Tuesday, there are enough people here that he has a reason to turn away from the girls, someone else to make drinks for.
He tries to stay off his phone at work--generally he's busy enough that it's not a big deal, he doesn't have the time anyway, but it's also one of the few things that could get him in trouble at work. Still, he waits for a lull in things and sends a text off to Andy, just checking in, checking the damage.
The reply is almost immediate and it's obvious that Andy's pissed. Fucking Blender and fucking out of context quotes. I hate this shit. And it's true, that's the thing. Andy lives for the music, and hates everything about the business of music.
He sends off a quick reply, Theyre assholes man, no one will believe them, and he know he's right. There'll be some statement somewhere, and the band will get asked and they'll talk about how much everything means to them, and the fans will be hysterical for a couple of days, but Pete will call them down (or rile them up, depends on how pissed he is), and in a couple of days this will all blow over. Sort of.
The thing is that for the next several months, maybe even the next year, they'll get asked about it, about what-the-fuck-ever the article said and it means constantly defending themselves against shit that was probably never serious anyway. He hasn't seen the article himself, fucking work, but Andy'll have a copy, or a link at least, by the time he gets home in...about two hours...and they'll be able to pick it apart, and maybe he'll be able to tell him about the girls at the bar who were so worried, and that Lee locked himself in the bathroom and had to yell for someone to get him out because the door stuck, and, eventually, Andy will roll his shoulders and shake it off, and then it'll be all Warren Ellis and has he heard of this band yet? and things will be back to normal.
He rolls his own shoulders, smiles, and slides his phone back into his pocket. It could be worse, dude could have been out of town, that would have sucked. This way Mix will be able to make sure he's really okay, that he's really shrugging it off, chalking it up to another lesson about the business.
Maybe he'll make them something to eat, or challenge him to game on the xBox. Something to get their minds off of it until it really is okay. For now he's got drinks to make.
Author:Gibson_fic
Fandom: Bandom: Fall Out Boy, Fuck City
Rating: PG--language
Author's Notes: This is an unbetad ficlet as part of a prompted writing meme. So tell me if you spot anything, k? This was sparked by the Blender article and subsequent reaction yesterday. ;).
Disclaimer: This did not, to the best of my knowledge, happen. This is a fictional story about characters based on the images and histories of real people. If that bothers you and/or you are one of those people, you probably don't want to read this. No harm is intended; no profit is being made.
Summary: It's just another night at work for Mix.
The Blender thing was poorly timed. Not that there could have been a good time for it really, but it was still worse for the timing.
Mix was at the bar, was completely out of the loop. After the first two days of Andy replying to every fifth person on twitter--which was still a fucking lot of replies--Matt had turned the updates off on his phone.
So, when the thing broke and the fans started asking, well, freaking out more like, about Patrick leaving the band, and Andy freaking out, and Joe feeling left out, Mix didn't know. Not at first anyway.
The thing about working nights is that he spends part of every day catching up on what happened when he was sleeping, and, since he's part of a group of guys who largely don't get up before noon, also when he's at work--because they're all up and doing shit too. It means for better, or for worse, he's always just a beat ahead, or a beat behind everyone else. In this case it was behind.
It was a fan, he supposes that's what they're called--they're not friends, and he hopes they're not groupies, but they're the people that watch the twitter feed for announcements about where the guys will be and then show up, wanting to talk, wanting to act like they know each other because he told them about his gym membership or something else that's sort of pointless in the bigger picture--so it was a fan that told him about what was going on.
He thinks it's kind of funny that the fans are direct feeding the tweets to their phones because, fuck, he's part of the whole thing and he doesn't have the time or energy to wade through it all on the computer, much less his phone.
Andy was supposed to be in bed, he know this because he'd got a text that said so, so it was surprise when the girl with the hot pink bangs and the plugs in her ears asked him what the deal with Andy was and her smaller, heavier, plainer friend had asked if it was true that Patrick had left the band.
Mix is friends with those dudes; he'd have to be, being friends with Andy, but more than that he's spent a lot of time on their tour buses with them and hanging out with them in venues, and that still doesn't mean that he knows all the shit that goes on in the band. And, if he did, he wouldn't tell anyone. It's not his shit to tell.
They're all having a good time with the twitters, but it still sort of sucks that a lot of the time it's just fans trying to get a piece of Hurley.
He just smiles and makes her drink, and says he does't know anything about it, and it would have ended there if he hadn't realized that the pink-haired one was really asking whether or not Andy was crazy. The dude is, of course, they all kind of are, but not in the way she's talking, and that sort of pisses him off.
Hurley's his best friend and even if he weren't, even if he were just some dude he knew, he wouldn't have been happy about the implication that the fucker was cracked, and he's sick of fucking interviews that always make Andy come off sounding like he's a nutbar stockpiling freeze-dried soybeans against a future Apocalypse. (And maybe the next time they're all talking about ways to prepare for the Apocalypse (not the Zombies, but the man-made one), he'll bring that up because they're all going to have become farmers or some shit because there's not much in the way of canned Vegan survival food.)The point is that he's the best friend any of the dudes in Fuck City could have, and Mix is sick of the way no one really seems to listen to him.
It's a bar and even though it's only Tuesday, there are enough people here that he has a reason to turn away from the girls, someone else to make drinks for.
He tries to stay off his phone at work--generally he's busy enough that it's not a big deal, he doesn't have the time anyway, but it's also one of the few things that could get him in trouble at work. Still, he waits for a lull in things and sends a text off to Andy, just checking in, checking the damage.
The reply is almost immediate and it's obvious that Andy's pissed. Fucking Blender and fucking out of context quotes. I hate this shit. And it's true, that's the thing. Andy lives for the music, and hates everything about the business of music.
He sends off a quick reply, Theyre assholes man, no one will believe them, and he know he's right. There'll be some statement somewhere, and the band will get asked and they'll talk about how much everything means to them, and the fans will be hysterical for a couple of days, but Pete will call them down (or rile them up, depends on how pissed he is), and in a couple of days this will all blow over. Sort of.
The thing is that for the next several months, maybe even the next year, they'll get asked about it, about what-the-fuck-ever the article said and it means constantly defending themselves against shit that was probably never serious anyway. He hasn't seen the article himself, fucking work, but Andy'll have a copy, or a link at least, by the time he gets home in...about two hours...and they'll be able to pick it apart, and maybe he'll be able to tell him about the girls at the bar who were so worried, and that Lee locked himself in the bathroom and had to yell for someone to get him out because the door stuck, and, eventually, Andy will roll his shoulders and shake it off, and then it'll be all Warren Ellis and has he heard of this band yet? and things will be back to normal.
He rolls his own shoulders, smiles, and slides his phone back into his pocket. It could be worse, dude could have been out of town, that would have sucked. This way Mix will be able to make sure he's really okay, that he's really shrugging it off, chalking it up to another lesson about the business.
Maybe he'll make them something to eat, or challenge him to game on the xBox. Something to get their minds off of it until it really is okay. For now he's got drinks to make.