Behind the sea (Ryan Ross/ Panic! At the Disco)

Chp 4: Too Much Panic! Need More Disco

Rae's POV:
The words suddenly caught in my throat. I couldn't breath.

"R-Ryan Ross?!" I choked.

No, really.

I started to choke.

My ability to breath suddenly betrayed me in a desperate time of need. Then, of all times, when I was sitting in front of the Ryan Ross-

oh my heavens, Panic! at the Disco.
I was sitting in Panic! at the Disco's tour bus...

My word, I was going to pass out.

I saw a look extreme panic(!) on all four faces as I sat their choking like the idiot fan I was. Their faces were turning about as white as mine was. None of them seemed to know what to do.

"Breathe!" Brendon suddenly hollered in an act of desperation.

Luckily, my lungs obeyed his command... and yet they hadn't obeyed my own.

How great.

I coughed out a gasp as I regained oxygen in my lungs. I must've not been the only one holding my breath because I heard a huge exhale of relief fill the room.

As I attempted to regain my breath I hung my headed and stared blankly at my feet.

I was on Panic! at the Disco's tour bus...

And Panic! at the Disco was right in front of me.

I felt my hand slowly creep up to cover my mouth (a habit of mine that tended to come into play in situations where I freaked.) There were no words to describe how flabbergasted I was. A storm of mixed emotions overwhelmed my very being and made me incapable of any audible sound.

Knowing me, would've I probably started choking again.

I, myself, couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. It seemed like it hadn't been so long since the last time...

"Are you ready, Rae?" Anna yelled
"Yeah!" I replied as I flung down the stairs.

It was the day I was going to my first concert and I was more than excited. Anna and I had been planning the day for what seemed like years. Ever since Pete Wentz's from Fall Out Boy announced a new band he had signed onto his record label, we had been dying to see what they were like.

Actually having her available on the very day my dad would be out of the way seemed like it was too good to be true, and yet it worked out so perfectly.

It was like a hyped-up fairy tail. I was so excited I had laid out my outfit the night before.

I had a simple T-shirt, black skinny jeans, black combat boots, and the always mandatory necklace my mother gave to me for my birthday when I was very little.

Of course being a musician, a simple chain with an old guitar pick of her's shouldn't have been a very hard task to complete or anything extremely meaningful to give. Although, I'm not sure either one of us knew how much of an impact that little craft would have.

That night at the concert we were front row. We didn't stop dancing and jumping and screaming until they did. It moved all too fast, much like a daydream. I even got a wave from a guitarist, a wink from the lead singer, and sweet smile from the cute guitarist. Later I was able to find out all there names: Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker, and Spencer Smith.
It was undeniably the best night of my life.

It had been almost 9 months since that night.

And then, in that moment, sitting on P!ATD's bus seemed to top being in the front row at a concert-something I never thought would happen.