They drove to the studio. It took them much longer to get there, since Pete wanted to check on something else too.
The brunette almost jumped out of the car and run to the door, waited for the other two to come and already open the door. He had so many hopes that he would remember something when he saw the room, when he would see the instruments or some posters which hang on the wall, but when the blond already opened the door and let Brendon in, the smile on his face faded a little. He run down the hall, looked at everything that hand on the wall or stood there, but no new memories came up. It was like the first time when he woke up after the accident. He started to hate this feeling. The more he hoped he would remember something, the more he got disappointed.
Brendon let out a little sigh before he turned around to look where Patrick and Pete were. They probably went in some room to record some stuff or so. The brunette walked a little around until he could hear some music. Yep, that has to be them. Slowly he opened the door, where the music comes from, then walked in. Pete played one of the new songs on his guitar while Patrick was busy with some other things. He watched the black haired male silently before his gaze wandered to the piano, which stood in the room.
He walked over, tried not to disturb the other two in doing whatever they did right now and sat down on the piano bench. For a moment he simply looked down at it. There was a melody in his head, a song, something that seemed to be so familiar but at the same time so strange. His fingers slowly started to wander from one key to the next, playing the melody in his head. At first it was slowly and unsure but the more notes he played, the more it started to get faster and familiar. It was his song, the song he wrote a time ago.
Soon Pete and Patrick stopped and looked at Brendon. The music, which Brendon played, filled the room. Pete glanced to Patrick surprised, then to Brendon. It was amazing that he could remember the notes from the song.
When the music slowly started to get quietly, died in the big room, Patrick stood up and walked over to the brunette. "That was amazing!" he said with a big smile on his face. "Dude! That was freaking awesome! How did you even remembered this song?" Pete asked and already moved over to them. Brendon only turned around, shrugs and smiled. "I remember that there was some lyrics to it......" With these words he started to sing some lines from his song
".............................Don't try to sleep through the end of the world. And bury me alive. 'Cause I won't give up without a fight. If you love me let me go. If you love me let me go. 'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars. The fear of falling apart. And truth be told, I never was yours. The fear, the fear of falling apart......."
Patrick's eyes widen in surprise. This was amazing! Normally Brendon would forget some of the lines from his own song, well, that wasn't even this bad, but that he was able to remember the full lyrics in this state was just impossible. He gave Pete a little look, who just frowned. " 'Trick, I need to talk to you later." The blond was about to complain when the door opened. Joe and Andy went in. "We got invited to a party this evening." Joe said. "That's cool man! I love parties! Let's go then!" Pete shouted happily and looked to Brendon and Patrick. Brendon was excited, but Patrick frowned. "No, I don't go. Someone needs to look after Brendon. What is when something is going to happen again? What is when he collapse or even worser? I stay with him this evening." The blond answered and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Pete only shook his head while Brendon pouted. " 'Trick, he isn't a little child and you know this. Nothing will happen and he can come with us, ya'know" Pete mumbled, a little annoyed over Patrick's protective behavior. "I just say the true!" Pete knew why his best friend was so worried. No one knew, how many people knew from this thing and when they would be on the party someone might talk to Brendon about it and he would remember it. That was the only reason why the blond wanted to stay home with him. So that he wouldn't remember it.
"Do whatever you want, 'Trick. But he will" Pete only murmured and walked pass Patrick to Joe and Andy, who just frowned. Well, they didn't really know, what had happen, that was all. Patrick rolled his eyes while Brendon watched the situation confused and disappointed. When he just knew....."We go now. When you still want to come to the party with Brendon, just text me" Joe said and walked out of the room again, followed by Andy and Pete. "What does Pete mean with this?" Brendon asked after some minutes of silence.
"Nothing. He doesn't know what he's talking about, that's all" the older one answered and bit down on his lower lip. He was sure that at some point Pete would be the one who tells Brendon about it. At least it wouldn't wonder him, that was for sure.
" C'mon Brendon. We go home" he said and waited for Brendon to stand up with a little sigh and follow him out of the room, down the hall outside to get to his car. Good that Pete was with Joe and Andy or otherwise they needed to go home by foot now.
"But I want to go to this party too!" Brendon whined and pouted. "No, what is when something will happen to you again? We won't be able to help you this fast, Bren" the blond answered as they stood by the car.
Great Patrick! This is really great!
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//A/N: Well, here an really late update! I kinda wrote this chapter as a little birthday present for myself since I'm a loser. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Next chapters will be updated soon, too!
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A way to remember [Brentrick]
Fanfic(Brentrick Story!) What is when Brendon lose all his memories?