This Is A Fever You Can't Sweat Out//Panic! At The Disco FanFic//RyanRoss FanFic

Time To Dance

The next day I had a writing and recording session with Brendon. Just because Brendon and I haven't seen each other in a few months doesn't mean we don't text. We've had this planned weeks ago. And, I really need to listen to the professional and actually record a dumb song or do something with my music otherwise it will never, ever, happen and I need that to happen if I ever want to become a known singer.

I pulled a navy blue cardigan over my arms. A white and blue tank top clung to my body and blue jeans hug my legs. And a pair of sunflower printed Toms were on my feet. My hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail.

"Good luck." Jamie stated as I walked into the living room to grab my purse and his car keys.

"I'm not leaving just yet." I stated, looking up at him. A newspaper was covering his face. "What are your plans for today?" I asked, sliding my purse up on to my shoulder.

"Not much. Max wants to go get lunch later. So, I'll probably do that." He roughly pulled his newspaper down and looked at me. "That's about it."

"Sounds good. I'll see you later." I nodded, holding his keys in my hand.

"Wait... Where's your car?"

"I need to call a mechanic. I locked my keys inside and I can't get them." I frowned and tilted my head to the side. "I'll be four hours."

"I need the car." Jamie looked at me and stood up.

"Seriously, Jamie. You're going to be home all day. I need the car." I looked at him, and held the keys in my hand.

"I just need the car." He placed his hands on mine and looked down at me.

"Fine. I'll text Brendon for a ride." I stated, placing the keys in his hand and pulling out my phone.

Me>Brendon: I need a ride ):

"I'm gonna be late now. Thanks." I rolled my eyes and placed the keys in his hand. I turned around and left him alone. I stepped outside of the house and started walking towards the studio. "God." I scoffed, walking down the street and towards the studio where I knew Brendon, Dallon, and Zack would be hanging out.

I pulled out my phone and decided to text Brendon to let him know I'll be walking to the studio, since it wasn't too far away.

"Maybe I will ask Dallon to be in a band with me. I can learn how to play drums. We both can sing and play the guitar." I spoke to myself as I finally made it to the doors of the studio. "Considering he's only the touring bassist." I smiled.

The studio was a large red and black building. It had four levels and a basement where the practice area is. Each level has different uses. Like, one is just offices. That's a pretty boring level. Another one is recording studios. That's a cool one. And then the other two are a mix of both. Each floor has posters of the bands that recorded there. Like, Fall Out Boy, those guys are awesome. The Beatles recorded here once. Bon Jon Jovi. Queen. The list goes on. I walk in the same halls a Freddy Mercury. Brendon walks the same halls as Frank Sinatra.

"Hello Amy," The secretary smiled at me as I walked in.

"Hey. Brendon's he right? He said he'd help me with writing and recording." I walked up to the counter and placed my hands in front of me.

"He ran out to get coffee and beer. He'll be back soon. You know where his office and studio is. Go ahead. He had a guest in there waiting for him too." She replied. I simply nodded and walked down to Brendon's office.