What Happens When It All Becomes To Much?

When we get to his house we climb the stairs into his room. I sit on his bed and pull out my homework, he sits next to me and pulls up his laptop.

"What are you doing?" He asks me.

"Umm... doing my homework, because I want to get good grades, so I can get into a good collage..." Was my response.

"Dude, just start a band. With your brother even! Hell, I've heard he's got a good voice!" Pete offers.

"Yeah, but who wants to be in a band with their brother? I mean imagine it: when I fuck up he could tell mom and I'd get into trouble. Plus, I'm thinking realistically here Pete. What if my band doesn't get signed, or we fail. I'd need something to fall back on." Pete sighs dramtically.

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey... you'd never know until you try! I mean c'mon! Look at FOB, we're not doing to bad!" Pete threw out.

"But you're not signed either."

"Always looking at the glass half-emptied aren't you Mikeymouse?"

"I'm just think realistically here Pete, I mean what if 'Fall Out Boy' doesn't get signed? What will you do?"

"I dunno, write a book, start a clothing line. Something."

"Yes, That something could be GETTING A FUCKIN' COLLAGE DEGREE!" I say as I finished up one page of homework.

"C'mon. At least think about starting a band with your brother, Gerard was it? Or at least just a band in general? Please?" Pete begged with puppy eyes, "I mean if we both get signed we could even tour together!!! HOW AMAZING COULD THAT BE?!"

"That would be pretty cool. Alreight, I'll THINK about it."

"That's my boy!" Pete and I stayed silent for awhile doing homework and whatever else he was doing on his laptop. After awhile, his mom called up to us letting us know dinner was ready.

Notes

Sorry this took awhile my computer was jacking up. Hope you enjoyed it!!!


~~ForEverAFan~~