Kaz, thank you for all those reviews! Yes, in that story, the clichés, sadly, are real. You didn't offend me either lol. Look out for a SEQUEL to it coming soon after this fic is done…

Several shows after that highly disturbing incident in Boston, the band was in none other than Pittsburgh, PA. Therefore, this chapter will be written in Pittsburghese! Yay! This chapter, by the way, starts out in the CIVIC Arena (not Mellon. Down with the stupid banks!)

"OH MY GOD! FREDDY I LOVE YOU! MARRY MY NOW! WE ARE DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER!" A shrill voice rang out just before the encore. Backstage, minutes before they were to play their last songs, Freddy was a little uneasy.

"Dude, if I go out there, that psycho bitch is gonna attack me!"

Zack sighed. "Freddy, she is not going to attack you. I promise…I'll…beat them with my guitar?"

"Oh Gad, thanks a ton Zack! I knew I could count on my best friend to save me from rabid fan girls!"

Freddy clapped Zack on the back as the guitarist just rolled his eyes. Dang fan girls.

Stepping out onto the stage once again, they faced the crowd of psychotic Pittsburghers. Yes that is actually what they call us here. Anyway, the crowd went even wilder, if possible during the last three songs played that night. As the concert ended, a girl with brown hair and blue eyes jumped up on stage. She was wearing a School of Rock t-shirt she forced her mom to buy off e-bay…talk about obsessive. She was followed by 3 girls, one who had a blondish afro, one who was Italian and sooo tan, and one super gymnast girl.

As they tried to kidnap Freddy (they were hopped up on caffeine) he screamed and threw his sticks at them. Kaitlin, the name of the first girl, caught one!

"OHHH MYYY GODDDD I GOT ONE OF FREDDY'S DRUM STICKS!" and then she fainted. Moments later, security came on stage and dragged the girls away. Now the band was freaked out, and hurriedly was driven back to their hotel, Renaissance Pittsburgh Hotel.

On the way up the elevator, Freddy was giving Zack a death glare. "You promised to protect me."

Zack knew this was coming. "Come on Spazzy, I'm sorry! Look, nothing bad happened, did it?"

The glare intensified. "What if the security wasn't there? Huh? Huh? What then oh mister Mooneyham???"

Zack almost laughed, but Freddy probably would have impaled him with the nearest sharp object. "Come on dude, can I make it up to you by letting you control the camera on our next…mission?"

Freddy had been standing against the elevator wall with his head down and arms across his dang thexy chest. He perked his head up, but was interrupted as the elevator doors swooshed open and a heavyset maid came bursting in, talking into a walkie-talkie at top speed.

"Yeah, can you believe this? This slob has gumbands, jumbo, and chip chopped ham all over the room, and now I gotta go read it up by running the sweeper and warshing it all up!"

As the band left the elevator, they all exchanged confused looks and stood there in the middle of the hall looking stupid. It was Marta who broke the silence.

"What on earth did that woman just say?" The petite blonde asked.

Dewey cleared this throat. Okay well, I've been to Da Burgh many times before, especially dahntahn to see dem Stillers play (a/n I've been to Pittsburgh many times before, especially downtown to see the Steelers play)…anyway, roughly translated to normal language, she said, "This slob has rubber bands and assorted lunch meats all over the room, and now I have to clean it up with a vacuum and wash it all up!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the bandmates said in unison.

"Okay, well now that's out of the way, I'm going down to the bar to get some Arn City (a/n Iron City, as in beer). See yinz (you guys) on the flip-flop laterrrr!"

"Right. Okay. Well kids, go find your rooms," Summer dictated as she handed out their card keys. "We leave tomorrow morning at noon sharp. No latecomers this time," she added, directing a menacing look to Freddy and Zack.

The kids broke up and scattered to their rooms. All except for Alicia, which Zack and Freddy noticed. She snuck a hurried glance at everyone to make sure they weren't looking, and she slipped into the elevator, never once noticing Zack and Freddy.

Exchanging 'I think we found our next documentary subject' looks, the guys raced down the stairwell and hid behind a plant. Upon exiting the elevator, Alicia went into the bathroom, and emerged a few minutes later in a very…suggestive outfit. She exited the building quickly, never dreaming that Zack and Freddy were right at her heels.

She hopped on a bus, which took her to a nightclub dahntahn, which Zack and Freddy followed on bikes they stole from outside of the hotel.

Twenty minutes later, the duo raced back to the hotel with a camera full of footage of Alicia getting dirrty. Their job was done for the night…or so they thought.

By now it was probably 3 a.m. and all was pretty much quiet in the hotel. Until they got to their floor. Someone was warbling the lyrics to Toxic, by Britney Spears. Turning to each other, Zack and Freddy cracked up. This they had to get!

Once they listened outside each door, they realized it was Katie, which was an absolute hoot to them. They were leaning against the door, laughing so hard they didn't even realize the singing, if you could call it that, had stopped. They didn't notice anything was wrong until the door opened, and they fell into the room in a heap.

"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" a disgruntled Katie asked them.

Zack and Freddy burst into fits of laughter once again at the sight of her, barely able to turn on the camera.

"I SAID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU FILMING THIS? I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" Katie was now screaming at the top of her lungs, and lights were being turned on in other rooms, a sign the others were waking up.

"Katie, shut up already! No wonder you didn't try out for singing back in 5th grade!" Freddy said before convulsing into fits of laughter.

Katie disappeared into her room for a moment, and returned with a spatula.

"HOW. DARE. YOU." she wailed, thwomping Freddy harder with the spatula with each word. Zack now had tears running down his face because Freddy was screaming like a little girl. And the best part? He had this all on tape.

The next morning, at noon, the band was assembled in the parking lot.

"I hate you Zack," Katie complained out the corner of her mouth.

"Why?" Zack asked, as innocently as he could manage.

"Pshaw. You know why. Now where's the tape?"

"Tape? What tape? Dude, you must have had a nightmare or something," Zack offered.

Freddy chimed in, just like they rehearsed. "Yeah Katie, everyone could hear you screaming at nobody. Ask Summer if you don't believe us!"

Katie blushed sheepishly. "Oh…I'm sorry…I didn't have any idea that that's what happened. And to think, I woke up with a spatula in my hand and everything! Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Oh yeah. Just hysterical," Freddy said, hastening to cover up a bruise from the spatula on his arm...

Okay...hope it wasn't too horrible, and I hope it was better than the last chapter!