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Photo: Paul Natkin
Meet Fall Out Boy: (from left) Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley, Patrick Stump, and Pete Wentz
“Will you say hello to my girlfriend?” a boy asks, passing his cell phone to Wentz.The bass player doesn’t miss a beat. “Was your day cool even though you weren’t here?” Wentz demands into the phone, still furiously signing autographs.
“Will you sign my pants?” a girl asks Stump.
“Absolutely,” he replies, sticking his pen through the fence to scribble on her leg. (“What a waste of a pair of pants,” he’d remarked earlier of the frequent request; he says he draws the line at signing butts and breasts.)
“They’re some of the nicest guys,” observes Ashley Winkiel, a 15-year-old fan from Lombard and veteran of multiple Fall Out Boy shows, as she stands off to the side. “They’re so genuine and they’ll do anything for a fan.”
The fans and the signatures keep coming for more than 15 minutes until the band’s skin-headed security guard, Charlie Mark, drags Stump and Wentz back to their tour bus. Even then, a few girls give chase, doing an end run around the bus to head them off at its entrance, where Mark shoos them away.