She smiles as she runs her hand under the automated sink at one of the many stadium bathrooms.

    She takes a look in the mirror and smiles at her sweater, she knows this will probably be the only chance she gets to have one.

   It's a standard sweatshirt they are selling in the merch store except it has 'volunteer' written on the sleeve. She exits the bathroom and goes back to her booth. She starts unpacking t shirts. The gates open in 3 hours and she's heard the acts have been in and out of the stadium. She's pretty close to the performers entrance but she hasn't seen anyone. Dumb luck. She assumes

      "Do we all have a wrist band?" Andy asks.

       "I don't" Patrick says, he forgot to grab one on the way in.

       "Go see the merch Girl for one" Pete says, he nods heading out. He spots the volunteer unpacking everything.

    "Excuse me" He says.

      "Hi how can I help-" she stops as she turns around. "You're Patrick Stump" she says with a smile.

     "Thank I am, it's nice to meet you" He says, she smiles brightly.

       "Ditto, how can I help thee today?" She asks, he chuckles.

      "I need one of our wrist bands" he says, she nods turning around, she scans the boxes and figures out where they are. She picks up multiple boxes until she gets to the right one, placing it on the counter.

    "Black or purple?" She asks, Patrick smiles. "Black, there will be so much purple because of mania" he says. She hands him a black wrist band with a smile.

    "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get to volunteer here? You seem awfully young" Patrick says, she chuckles.

    "When I really try I pass for 17, even though I'm only 15" she says tying her hair up in a bun.

     "I see" he says, she nods.

     "Need help?" He asks noticing the lack of people and the onslaught of boxes.

     "No no, you're preforming you're not suppose to deal with this kind of thing" she says, he chuckles.

     "Cmon, let me help." He says, she sighs and smiles.

     "If you're really up for it" she says, he claps his hands and comes behind the counter.

"You never told me your name by the way" he adds, she smiles folding a tshirt.

"Maeve" she says, he holds out his hand.

"Patrick" he says, they shake hands. She bites her lip. "What's on your mind?" He asks.

"Can you sign my sweater?" She asks sheepishly, he chuckles and pulls a white sharpie out of his back pocket.

"Of course I can" he says, he sings her sleeve and she smiles.

    "Thanks" she says, they continue to unpack they hear an announcement.

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