Chapter 19: The Only Exception

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Woohoo birthday surprise time!!! So I have decided to write up to chapter 25 before starting the sequel. Here is what I'm thinking for the sequel. The sequel is gonna include Brendon meeting a girl and starts dating her. Sydney doesn't like her at all. When the lady and Sydney absolutely hate each other. Somewhere in that mess, a former bandmate shows up at the Uries door. Haha can you guess who that former bandmate is? ;) ok here's that chapter now.

After we performed 8 more songs, I walked over to the drums and grabbed a water bottle. I open it and drink about half. As I drank it, I looked down at the set list. We are nine songs in... That set guy said nine songs in. That means something gonna happen. After setting my water down, I turned around and almost bump into Dallon, he looks down at me. He looks at my guitar.

"Your guitars out of tune." He said. I look down and strum all six strings. It rang out. It sounded perfectly in tune.

"No it's fine. See?" I strummed them again. He looks me dead in the eyes and starts turning my tuning pegs down and up. I move away. My mouth drops open. "Dallon stop! Dude what the hell!" I said loudly.

"Now it's out of tune." He said flipping his hair bitchily before walking back to his spot on left stage. I stand there dumbfounded staring at him. Brendon looks back at me and laughs. A staff member runs out and takes my guitar from me to tune. Another staff member runs out and puts Brendon acoustic guitar on him. What the hell is going on? He smiles at me and plugs his guitar in. I just stand there dazed and confused. Then he walked over to the mic.

"Ok we're gonna settle down a little now." He said, Clearing his throat. The audience settled down. After that, it was pretty quiet, he spoke up. "So as you all know, just about two months ago, I adopted Sydney. Now most of you include Syd know that I was lonely." He turned to me. "That isn't the only reason." He looked down and sighed. He looked down and straight into my eyes. "I was falling into a bad place before she came into my life. I was drinking more, doing a few drugs I shouldn't of been doing. And when spence left, it hit me hard." He said still looking at me. "I was lost. I felt like I was loosing myself." He raised his eyebrows and waved his voice making the point clear. "When ever my friends would try to help me, I would push them away. I thought no one would be able to help me." He paused and put his fingers in the frets on the guitar. "But I guess you were the only exception." Everyone cheered as he started to play the intro to the Paramore song The Only Exception. I feel a tear running down my face from me the speech. I smile and wipe it away. "I want to dedicate this song to her. With out her... I don't know who I would be." He said looking at me as he played. I fight back tears and smile.

The stage lights slowly faded and the giant screen behind us lit up. I turn around to see what was happening. The words "Happy Birthday Sydney! From Brendon, Dallon, and Kenny." I smile even more and look at my dad. He smiled back and looked down, starting the song. "When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried reassembled it." He sung the words beautifully. I looked at him and then at the screen. I didn't even know, there were pictures. The one on the was a picture of him and I the day I first arrived. I looked nervous and a little uncomfortable. His arm was around my shoulder awkwardly. It was adorable. That picture faded and another one showed up. This one showed me eating cereal before my first day of school. I was glaring at him in the picture. That morning, he took so many pictures of me. A roar of laughter awoke in the audience. I laugh along. A few more pictures of me and him flashed on the screen. He continued to sing, Dallon lightly played the bass, Kenny played rhythm guitar, and Dan (the new drummer who is really really nice) lightly played the drum parts.

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