Goodnight Socialite ☆ Brallon

Poppin' Champagne

From as early as middle school, all Brendon wanted was to leave.

He looked forward to leaving his hometown, and his family, and just experiencing something new. That was part of the reason touring always appealed to him. Only in high school, he'd always assumed it would be with a band.

He liked the idea of being a part of that family-like structure; the strong bond you form with the people that you live on top of in a tour bus and feel comfortable spilling your heart out to in the form of lyrics. He always thought he'd end up in some legendary band, recognizable by some fake-edgy, meaningless, last minute band name that would eventually mean so much to many. He used to crave the feeling of waking up with the same people everyday and facing the next city together on stage, sharing that fame and attention equally between four or five best friends.

But a band just never worked out for him, and he was okay with that once he started touring on his own as a solo artist. He got used to going through the motions on his own-- having his name on t-shirts and on the music he produced, even though he had so many other people to thank for making in possible. He went on stage every night by himself, aside from the nameless musicians in the background that made him sound good. It wasn't the same. He didn't have anyone to relate to, in that sense. If he had a band, he would be able to walk off stage discussing the feeling and the rush live performances induced. There would be someone to share the exhilaration with that would understand exactly what he meant, because they were there on stage too, experiencing the exact same thing.

He couldn't even begin to try to express that to Spencer, for example, because Spencer wouldn't be able to fathom what it would be like.

At first, when the idea of working on his own was presented, Brendon didn't know if he would be able to do that alone. He hastily agreed though, eager to get out and experience it one way or another. He adapted to the lifestyle. The tour bus became home to him, and he swore he never needed to return to Vegas when he had so much more to see.

On the final day of that two weeks, Brendon had never been happier to be back.

It was the last show, right there in his hometown. After that night, the tour would be over, and he would be officially able to recover from the months spent on the road.

He was the first off the bus at the venue, Spencer following him as closely as he could with a bag full of his things that he neglected to remember. The other artist on the tour would probably remain on their own buses for ten or so minutes, taking their time.

"God, slow down. You do realize your set's not for hours, right?" He reminded him as he followed him down the hallway of the familiar venue. It was smaller than where Brendon usually performed, but he liked it for the memories of past shows.

"Soundcheck?" Brendon offered as he stopped in front of the door with a white piece of paper taped to it, his name printed on it in bold lettering.

He pushed the door open and Spencer followed him in.

"Again, not for over an hour." Spencer laughed, dropping the bag down on the black leather couch pushed against the far wall.

Brendon just shrugged then and took out his phone as he leaned against the arm of the same couch.

There was a new message from Dallon. He of course opened it right away, only to find that it was just to say that he couldn't meet him after the show anymore like they'd planned. He said something came up with work, and he wouldn't have time. Though Brendon was disappointed, he replied, reassuring Dallon that he understood. He knew that Dallon had an actual life that didn't revolve around him, whom he'd known for not even a month. He'd probably see him the next day, because it killed Brendon to have to wait any additional amount of time.