Adopted by Brendon Urie

2

I woke up in a room that I was unfamiliar with, but I quickly found my way around, hopping down the stairs to the piano I had noticed earlier.

I looked outside the windows, and realized it was still dark out, so I tried to play quietly. I poured my heart to the piano, playing a song that I had only recently heard on the radio.

I sung along, trying not to wake the house up. "Put another X on the calendar, summer's on it's deathbed." I continued singing, not realizing when my volume kept rising.

I smiled as I sung, making me feel much better. This song reminded me of my parents. I kept grinning to myself as I played, my fingers dancing across the keys.

I finished the song, fading out. I heard applause and spun around. Brendon stood there and smiled at me, clapping. "You're very talented." 

I ran up to him and gave him a hug, wrapping my fingers around his waist. He stood shocked for a minute, before hugging back. He walked me into the kitchen, and we spoke for a little bit, before the doorbell start to ring.

Brendon let the guys in (as in everyone who was there yesterday), then smiled at me. "Want to sing for them?" He didn't let me answer before scooping me up and plopping me on the piano bench.

I eyed him warily, and started to play again, this time playing another song I heard. Once again, it came naturally. I hadn't even played piano for years before today. I sung at a comfortable volume, and ignored the fat that everyone was watching me.

"Have you ever wanted to disappear, and join monastery, go out and preach young addicts straight?" I sung to the bouncing tune of the song.

I finished with the riffs that I heard in the song, and they guys started to smiled gleefully. "She's better than you, Tricky." Brendon said.

I stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Patrick sung this song." One of the other guys piped in. "Well, not just Patrick, but whatever."

"Who are you guys? I just learned these songs from radio a couple of days ago. We didn't even have a piano at the orphanage." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"We're Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the disco, My chemical romance, and Twenty-one pilots. Kinda, just a smidge, famous." Brendon raised his eyebrows.

"M'kay." I said. "Well, that happened." I stood up, and Brendon looked at me.

"Do you know how to play any other instruments?" 

"No. I learned how to play piano when I was three years old. I'm not so sure that I could learn how to play other instruments."

Brendon dragged me by the arm to a room full of instruments. He sat me down in a chair and handed me a guitar, sitting across from me and picking up another one. He tried to teach me some chords, and I watched his fingers for about fifteen minutes, before interrupting him, and playing by myself. My hands strummed the strings one-by-one, before completing complex chords, rhythms, and playing more advanced stuff then Brendon was teaching me.

Brendon's face became red. "Holy crap." He whispered. 

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"How old are you?" Brendon looked at me.

"I turn 15 in a week."

"Holy Shit, you are a really good musician." He faced the guys. "I want her to perform with us."

They all mutually agreed. I smiled awkwardly. "Now that that's settled, who are all of these people? There's no way you have this many brothers."

They all laughed before introducing themselves. 

"I'm Dallon, the cool one."

"I'm Patrick," He glared at Dallon. Apparently he wanted to be the cool one.

"I'm Pete, the sexy-ass bitch." I giggled as he jokingly winked at me.

"I'm Andy, you can call me Joe if you want."

"Yeah. I'm Joe, call me Andy." He grinned.

"No confusing her, that's mean." Brendon crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine. I'm Andy." Joe said. Or was it actually Andy? I had no idea.

"I'm Gerard, that's Mickey. We're brothers, and to make it easier to remember us, just know that I'm cooler."

"I'm Frank."

"I'm Ray."

"I'm Spencer." He smiled at me and I smiled.

"I'm Josh."

"I'm Tyler. And none of us actually caught your name."

Pete grinned. "Full name please, so I can use it against you when your father isn't home." Brendon smacked him in the arm.

"I'm not gonna tell you guys my full name. I'm not really a fan of it." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I can just find it out later, hen embarrass you in from of the whole entire world." Pete laughed. I sighed, mumbling my name. "What? I couldn't hear you." Pete smirked.

"My full name, from birth, is Maxima Indigo Carter." I sighed. "Are you happy now?"

"Yes, very." He grinned.

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This was just a filler chapter babes, sorry. 

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