Adapt To Changes (Book 2)

Chapter 38: "Why is Sydney trending one Twitter."

•TWO WEEKS LATER•

I yawn as I slip out of my bunk. I notice that Sarah and Brendon are already up, judging by their bunks. I was about to walk into the back lounge when I heard Brendon gasp.

"Really?!" He whisper yells. You can almost hear the smile on his face.

"Yes really!" Sarah says, giggling. What's going on? "I was worried. I was scared to tell you.

"No Sarah, this is..is," He pauses. "God, I don't know what to say!" He pauses again. "Sarah, this is amazing!" What's going on? Ahh, I feel left out. "Sarah, this is wonderful." Then, the door starts to open and I dive into my bunk. I make it look like I'm asleep.

"Let's talk more about this when we get to the diner." She says. Oh yeah, they said that they wanted to go out for breakfast yesterday. Well, shit. Now I can't find out what they were talking about.

Well, anyways. The tour has been great so far. Now that the fans know that this is a reunion tour, all the shows are sold out.

After I hear the door shut and I slip back out of the bunk. At the same time, so does Ryan and we run into each other.

"Dear god! You scared me!" He says, putting his hand on his chest and taking a deep breath.

"Oops." I laugh. "Sorry." I say, walking to the front lounge and getting a cup of coffee. "Want some?" I ask him and he chuckles.

"Are you serious?" He grabs a cup and fills it up. I walk over to the TV and turn in on. It was on a gossip show talking about celebrities. "Ha, I always love these shows." Ryan says, sitting down next to me.

"Up next after the break, Panic! At The Disco. Is their guitarist too young for the band?" My heart drops, what? I look over at Ryan who has the same facial expression as me, confused.

"Um, what?" I say to him.

"Yeah, I know. The media just wants attention." The commercials start to roll and I get a bowl of cereal also. When I sit back down, the show was back on.

"Okay, Panic! At The Disco." A guy says, looking down at a piece of paper. Ok, this literally looks like a shitty version of TMZ. "Anyone know about them?" The guys asks.

"Yeah, they're the band that had a reunion tour out of nowhere." A girl says.

"Is that the one with the guy who lost all his band members?" A guy asks.

"Oh, there that annoying one with the teenager as the guitarist." Another guy says and I clench my fists.

"Yes! That one!" The guy from the start says. "First off, what's your guys opinion on having such a young person in the band?" He asks, oh here we go.

"God, it's just messed up. Kids that young are way too immature to be doing that." One of the guys says. Um, I beg a differ.

"I have to agree, she's way too young for that shit." A guy says.

"She's too young. Plus, aren't girls that age supposed to be like crazy about make up and boys?" One guy asks. I roll my eyes.

"I think it's actually pretty cool that she's in the band." I girls says. "She's kinda living some peoples childhood dream."

"Alright." The guys from the start says. "Sydney Urie is a sixteen year old guitarist in the band Panic! At The Disco." He reads off a piece of paper. "In July of 2015, she won an APMA for Best Guitarist. She is the adopted daughter of lead singer, Brendon Urie."  He says. "Let's call her and talk to her." Wait what? How do they even have my number? My phone starts ringing. I run to my bunk to get it.

"Hello?" I ask. Maybe if I pretend like I wasn't listening to the show, I can sound more intelligent.

"Hi this is Mark from Celebrities Weekly." Ah yes, the guy who thinks I'm too immature to be in a band.

"Hello Mark, can I help you?" I ask.

"Oh, we just want to ask you some questions." He says.

"Cool, fire away." I say, trying not to sound annoyed. I know I was on speaker because I could hear myself on the tv in the other room.

"So how has tour been?" He asks, talking like I was a little kid. Time to give him an intelligent and prove him wrong.

"Oh, tour has been amazing. Especially since it's a reunion tour, we've all just had a lot of fun. I've gotten to know the guys really well and they are really teaching me a lot about how to play a good show." I say, confidently.

"Wow," He says in an over animated voice. "What's it like being the youngest in the band?" He asks.

"It's definitely different." I say. "I mean, you definitely have to be very mature. I think that's where a lot of people judge younger people or teenagers who are in bands. They say that younger musicians are very immature, but in reality, they are very wrong." I fire at them. "I mean, when you can't drink or go out and do stupid things, it kind of makes you the mature one." I smile as I say this.

"Wow, good to know." He pauses. I walk back into the lounge to watch how he talks. He was covering the phone and laughing. I'd say that these idiots are the immature ones. "Do you think that you are too young for tour life?" He says, making weird facial expressions. Ok, he is literally way less mature than me.

"Hm, don't you think too old to be acting this immature Mark?" His face drops and he stops laughing. "I mean, I'm watching you on the TV right now and you are kinda acting like a child." I switch to an over animated voice, like the one he used earlier. "Dude, you're like thirty. Get a life and stop messing with others." He stayed completely quiet with his mouth open slightly. "Hm, still silent? Wow buddy, I'm a teenager and I'm more mature that you-" He quickly hangs up.

"And that was Sydney Urie. We will see you next week." He says and the screen goes black. I burst into laughter and look at Ryan who was trying his hardest not to spit out his coffee. We must of woken up Jon and Spencer because they came walking out, rubbing their eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Spencer asks in a raspy voice.

"Dude! Sydney just totally shut down an interviewer!" Ryan says, setting down his coffee. He explained to them all that had happened and they were all laughing too. The door opened and in walked Brendon and Sarah.

"Alright, someone please explain to me why Sydney is trending on Twitter." He says. Wow.