The Concert (Brendon Urie Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Tickets and Music Sheets

I lay on my bed with my phone up to my ear, talking to my best friend, Poppy.

"Hey! Haven't heard from you in, like, three days?" I joke.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. My mom grounded me," Poppy replies, quietly.

"What for this time?" I giggle.

"Letting my boyfriend come over when they weren't home, I mean seriously, it's not like we were doing anything!" she yells on the other line.

"Okay, okay, geez. Bust my eardrums, why don't you," I laugh.

"Oh, shut up! You're louder than me!" she giggles.

"Whatever," I say and look up at my posters of Panic! At The Disco covering one whole wall in my room, "Oh! Did you get the Panic! tickets?" I panic.

"Yes! Of course! I told you yesterday, and the day before," she jokes.

"Shut up, I'm just really excited, okay?" I laugh.

"Whatever, I got to get to bed, my mom is gonna get pissed if I'm not asleep when she comes up here, bye," she says as she hangs up.

I close up my phone and lay on my back in my bed. I look up at my ceiling and look at my poster of Brendon Urie. I slowly start to doze off until I'm completely asleep.

I wake up to a loud blaring beep coming from my alarm. I slam my hand on it and get out of bed. I look in my mirror and see a fucking mess of disgusting long black and red hair in my tired face. I grab a Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt out of my closet and put it over my head. Then I grab a pair of red skinny jeans and slip them on. I brush my hair and straighten it. I apply makeup to my disgusting face and run out if my room.

I run into my living room and grab my book bag. I run out the door.

I am walking down the street and a pair of hands cover my eyes, "Guess who?"

"A bitch who's about to get slapped?" I say and the hands quickly unblock my vision.

"That's not something nice to say to someone who has your precious Panic! tickets," she says waving tickets in my face.

"Oh, we'll in that case, sorry," I giggle.

"So, have you been working on our song?" she asks.

"Yes, got it right here," I say and pull out some crumpled pieces of paper out of my book bag.

"Yay!" she yells and grabs them out of my hands. "This is great! How long did this song take you?"

"About three hours, but totally worth it," I say.

"I say, geez, you really did it this time!" she says handing the papers back to me.

"Heh, thanks," I say.

"No problem, you're my best friend!" she says, wrapping her right arm over my shoulder. We talk and laugh the whole way to school.

I feel my heart race as the bell was about to ring on that Friday afternoon. When the bell rang, I popped up out of my seat and ran out the door. I met up with Poppy and we walked back to my house. Once we got there, we changed our shitty outfits for our awesome Panic! gear. We did our makeup and created some pretty amazing signs for the concert.

"I can't wait to see Brendon in concert!" I squeal, while taking a glance at my Brendon Urie poster.

"Me neither!" Poppy says.

"I just would love to meet him," I say.

"Well..." Poppy says while digging through her book bag, "Here."

"W-what? You got backstage passes?" I squeal.

"Yup, surprise!" she says while putting her hands out.

I spring up and give her a huge hug. We fall over and laugh. I look up at my wall clock, it's 6:37, I look down at Poppy with huge eyes.

"What's wrong, Alice?" she says.

"We need to leave, now!" I say, jumping up, grabbing the poster board and running out the door. Poppy chases after me. I throw everything into the back of my old, black mustang. We jump in the car and drive off.

The whole way to the hotel, we listened to different Panic! At The Disco songs. We sing them at the top of our lungs, Poppy messing up every once in a while and me hitting every word and note perfectly.

We arrive at the hotel and get out of the car. We unpack everything and wait for the longest 30 minutes of my life.