Daddy, I Love You [Brendon Urie]

10: In Front of Thousands

EMMA'S POV

*next day*

Brendon called somebody to come over to the house to engrave "Emma" into the wood of my door. I felt so important.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

"Love it," I responded.

After that, Brendon, Sarah, and I went out to lunch. I kept waiting for someone to come up and ask for a picture or something, but no one did.

"That was weird," I told my parents as we got into the car.

Sarah looked back at me. "What was?"

"None of us got recognised," I said.

Brendon chuckled. "Well, that's alright. It doesn't happened all the time. It just depends on who's around you at the time." He started to pull out of the parking lot. "And some people are too shy to come up and talk," he added.

Sarah nodded. "It's perfectly normal."

I understood. I smiled at them. "I guess it's better that way. I wouldn't like being bothered every time I left my house."

"Well, not really bothered, it's a pleasure," Brendon said, looking at me through the mirror.

"I know. Just, being talked to and taking pictures and signing stuff constantly."

Brendon nodded, and he put his eyes back on the road.

*later that day*

"Emma!"

I heard the call when I was in my room. It was Brendon. Why did he yell? He usually just texts me when he needs me.

I walked in the living room and found him at his piano. "You called?" I asked.

He turned around and smiled. "Scopin'!"

My eyes lit up. Periscope! That's why he didn't text: he couldn't use his phone.

I walked over to him and sat next to him at the piano. You would think that half a million people watching you would freak you out, but it felt...natural.

"This is my daughter, Emma!" Brendon proudly introduced me.

I bowed my head. "Hello." There were so many comments flying by, and I saw one that said, How old is Emma?

"I'm fourteen," I said. "For anyone who needed to know..." I kind of trailed off awkwardly, but it made Brendon laugh.

Sing a song together!!

"Bren, someone said to sing a song together," I told him.

He nodded. "What song?" He looked to the phone screen. Song after song was requested. "One of my songs?" Brendon asked.

"Time to Dance," I muttered.

Brendon must have heard me, because he stopped looking at the phone to stare at me. He nodded. "That was when I met you," he said. He turned to the phone. "Time to Dance... not a very good piano song..."

Acapella

Acapella!!!1!!1!!!!

PLS DO ACAPELLA!!!

Brendon looked back at me. "Wanna?"

"Sure," I said. I turned back to the screen. "The first time I met him, we sang Time to Dance."

Brendon nodded. "That started it all." I grinned. "Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor..."

A few minutes later, we had gone through the whole song.

Good singer!

HOLY SHIT AMAZING

You can sing Emma

GOOD JOB EMMA!!!!!

I blushed at all of the complements. Brendon rubbed my back. "Heart warming feeling, huh?" He whispered into my ear. I nodded.

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- Cat