House of Memories

Chapter 9

"Oh my gosh guys! You just reached over one-thousand views!!!"

All four of them just rolled their eyes. For the past week since the party, I've been sure to let them know every time they got another view on the video I posted of them. I can tell they're getting annoyed because I have told them about one-thousand times now.

"Really, why are you guys rolling your eyes at me? This is huge! You're getting noticed, heck if the views keep going at the rate they are going now, no doubt about it you guys will get signed."

"Ya right, like we'd ever get signed." Brendon said quite snippy if I might add. He's probably just upset that Audrey hasn't texted him back. Apparently later the night of the party, he asked her out and she said yes. I try to tell myself that it was because of my amazing fashion sense.

"Psh whatever, you guys are way more amazing then you give yourselves credit for. But just remember, when ya'll are big and rich, hotshot celebs, you remember me and at least buy me a lifetime supply of Nutella."

This earned a laugh out of all the guys. I loved making them laugh and I really believed that they can make it in the music industry.

We were currently sitting in Ryan's garage. My parents flight landed tonight so I figured I should start heading home, not to mention I was also craving Nutella and sadly Ryan didn't have any.

"Well I should head home, as you know my parents get home tonight and I don't really feel like facing their wrath if I'm not home when they get there."

"Here I'll drive you home." Bren grabbed his keys.

"Bye guys."

Me and Bren were sitting in the car silently listening to the radio until Fall Out Boy came on and we immediately started jamming out, like we usually do. Brendon was taking his usual part as Patrick and I was trying to imitate Pete Wentz's awesome bass skills. When the song ended, the radio host was interviewing Pete Wentz himself. He started talking about his new record label and how he was looking for upcoming bands to sign. This caught mine and Brendon's attention and he turned up the radio.

"So you hear that guys, all you have to do is send in a video of your band covering a song or playing an original, and you can possibly be signed to Pete Wentz's new record label." The host enthused.

The broadcast ended and me and Brendon just kinda stated at each other before I broke the silence.

"Bren! Do you know what this means? Oh my gosh.. We have to send in that video. You guys could get signed by Pete fücking Wentz!!"

"Elena, chill, the chances of him actually noticing us are slim to none. Besides, there's way better bands that he'd choose over us."

"Come on, we can at least send the video in. And sure, there's always gonna be someone better but you guys deserve this. All the effort you boys have put in, playing in Ryan's old, smelly garage. This is a shot you guys can't miss out on. Sure the chances are slim but there's still a chance, so you better flipping take it Brendon Boyd Urie."

"Do you really believe we can make it?"

"I've believed you guys can make it ever since I came to your first practice."

Brendon's eyes softened and it kinda looked like he was about to cry. We were just sitting, parked in my driveway by now.

"You don't know how much that means to me. Everyone's always told us that we'd never make it and that we should just stop playing music. I was starting to believe them, so thankyou, you're the bestest friend a guy could have."

"Now now Brendon, you're growing too soft on me. I love you too, you dork." I laughed and ruffled his hair.

He wrapped me in one of his signature bear hugs before I got out of the car.

"Bye Brenny Boo."

"See ya Lane."