Falling Out With Embarrassment: My Fall Out Boy Tale

Alright, here’s my story, no matter how very embarrassing it may be…

My daughter convinced me to drop by Atomic Comics before the FOB x Blink 182 concert, as they were holding a Fall Out Boy signing in celebration of the premiere of Fall Out Toy Works. Mind you, I appreciate the occasional FOB session - enjoyed it, even. But I’m not a fanatic or anything, no sir.
Well, we were having a nice drive down there (it takes about two and a half hours from our house), listening to FAD and singing. Fun stuff right? We make our way toward the exit we’re supposed to take, my daughter had just checked the google maps directions, and everything was running smoothly. My daughter remarks on her nerves, surprisingly she isn’t all that anxious, but rather, excited. In a strange turn of events, however, I begin to feel small butterflies escaping from their chrysalis, my stomach is now a-flutter. Heart rate quickens, and breathing too. What’s going on here? I’m not supposed to be nervous, I mean come on, I’m not some twelve year old kissing posters on her bedroom wall! I didn’t want to let on about how very bad this was getting, but that’s the thing. My nerves were growing steadily worse, and I had to do something about it.
I suppose I should mention that I get panic attacks from time to time, and as a result have prescriptions to aid them. So, I say to my daughter in an urgent yet quiet voice, “Can you get me a Xanax?” She laughs. She actually laughs. Then again, what do I expect, I would be laughing too if it weren’t me in the situation. Still, I get a bit angry. “Come on,” I say to her. She glances over, I’m not sure if she’s baffled or worried, both most likely. “Wait, seriously? You don’t even like them that much…seriously?” She quickly got the fact that I wasn’t quite in the joking mood (although, now that I think about it that would’ve been a pretty good one…), and she grabs my purse, handing me a Xanax. But, by that time I’m struggling to keep the car steady at 70mph on the freeway, and all the while grasping at my Propel water. By the time we get there and stand in line for about half an hour, I’m doing noticeably better. Throughout the waiting period, I had to listen to a litany of “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually had to take a Xanax!”, “You met Robert Plant and were fine!”, “You’re that nervous over Pete Wentz!?”. Ah, the joys of motherhood.
How did the actual meeting go? Well, that’s a story for another time (and you’d have to woo me with more than just a hat). I do hope you enjoyed, and got a kick out of my cheek-reddening tale. I also hope all of those at Go Merch are having quite the time reading the plethora of Fall Out Boy related stories being sent their way. One last tidbit of knowledge: While the girl may grow into a woman, the fan girl is forever present. Happy reading!