Blink Back To Let Me Know -Brallon-

Chapter 24

We're in between takes on tracking the percussion parts and Spencer is getting increasingly pissed because he broke yet another drumstick; I can't even understand how he keeps doing it.

"Spence, seriously, you don't have to go hard as fuck on this track. Just take a deep breath and start again. Be nice to your drums." Brendon's pep talk and smug smirk earns him two middle fingers from Spencer in the isolation booth as he steps back into the control room where Kenny and I are waiting.

Brendon has an ear for music that is beyond what most of us can even comprehend. He integrates himself into every aspect of the albums. From composing to writing to recording; he knows what everything should sound like and if what we track doesn't sound like what he envisioned, we will do it again until it does.

In the earlier days, it would prove problematic between the four of us when one long day in the studio turned into another and another, because Brendon wasn't happy. Cue the arguments and hurt feelings that would make it impossible to finish out a day without someone being pissed at the other. That is until the day Spencer, Kenny, and I came to the decision that Brendon really does know what is best for the sound of the band. We all agreed that while we can have artistic license and input on the songs, it was Brendon who would get final say on the arrangements. It was quite possibly the best decision we have made as a band. This is Brendon's heaven; surrounded by equipment and instruments. He is completely in his zone here and I find it pretty fucking hot to be honest.

Waiting for instructions from B, my mind wanders and I start daydreaming about taking him down the hall to fuck him when my phone rings and jostles me back to reality.

Brendon looks at me and I mouth "Bilvy" to him. He nods and takes a seat to wait for Spencer to start again.

"Hey, Beckett. Hold on, gimme a second, Okay?"  I say as I quietly slip out of the room and into the hallway so I don't disturb anyone.  "Ok, sorry. I was in the control room and I didn't want to piss anyone off. What's up?"

"Shit, sorry! I forgot you were in the studio today. You want me to call back later?" He asks empathetically.

"Nah" I say laughing, "Spencer is beating the shit out of his kit and Brendon is really amused by it so, I've got some time."

"I see. So, everything is pretty normal then? Did you and B talk yet?"

I don't know how he does it but, he can go from jovial to serious in about a millisecond. I cringe slightly because I knew he was going to ask about it but, at least I can be honest with him that it just hasn't been a good time yet today.

"Not yet. Brendon was struck by some sort of musical epiphany this morning and we actually got here an hour earlier than scheduled. We may even have a song completely tracked today." I can't help but notice the pride in my voice.

We might actually have a song completed!

"Well, that's forgivable! Shit, really? Was it the song that Brendon was working on yesterday?"  He asks.

"How do you just know these things?!  Yes, he has been working on it with Spencer for a while. Actually, Spencer told me that B's been writing it for over a year now; It's pretty amazing to be honest. I can't wait for you to hear it."

"I know these things because I pay attention to details, it's part of my charm. He's been writing it for a year? Wait, let me guess; it's a love song isn't it?"

"Of course it's a fucking love song, Bilvy! This is Brendon Urie we are talking about though so, it's a love song to him and I and probably a little confusing for other people to see it that way." I laugh, "It really is perfect though. Hopefully we will have a copy of it when you and Gabe come out so you can listen to it. You know Brendon is a sucker for feedback on his music."