MCR, the Lost Singer (Discontinued)

Chapter 8: I hate sins, not tragedies

Brendon's POV

"Just another LA Devotee!" I sang. We were at Fueled by Ramen recording studios. I had a concert to go to and I needed to rehearse. The stage that I would be performing on had some gig right before we went on, so I couldn't practice on the stage. "Oh well," I thought. Spencer and I made up, but he still didn't want to join the band. We were practicing all of the songs we were going to perform for six straight hours. No breaks, whatsoever! I was pretty dehydrated. In between Crazy=Genius and the next song, I grabbed my water bottle and doused myself in it. Technically, I was aiming for my mouth, but I missed by a longshot. Anyway, Spencer and I were alone in the recording studio. "Come on!" He persisted. "One last practice before we go home." I shrugged and he grinned. "Which one?" I asked. He grinned at me. "I Write Sins Not Tragedies," I groaned. He started playing the song.

"Oh, well imagine

As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words"What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding " says a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door-"

My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and started again, but my voice stopped me. My voice came out raspy and dry and, it hurt to sing. Spencer stopped and stared at me. "Of all the times to lose your voice!" Spencer cried. I opened my mouth to speak, but a small, weak, raspy whisper came out. "Shit!!!!!!!!" I tried to scream but it came out as a whisper. "GODDAMMIT!!!!!" Spencer yelled. I felt like crying. I loved my voice. What if it was gone forever? Then what? I whipped out my phone and texted Gerard.

Brendon: I need help.
Gee: Why? Are you in trouble?
Brendon: Yeah...
Gee: What did you do?!
Brendon: I kinda lost my voice from singing nonstop for six hours straight for a performance...
Gee: YOU WHAT?!?!??!?
Brendon: Calm down! I have a plan. You know how Ashley kind of sounds like me?
Gee: Yeah....?
Brendon: Well... if Frank allows it, then Ashley could stand in for me... of course, he would have to agree to do it.
Gee: I'll ask him... but I'll have your head if you even think about singing, ok?!
Brendon: Fine... When did you become the Queen of Hearts? "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!"
Gee: Haha. Very Funny. You should come over.
Brendon: Ok.
Gee: See you soon.

I put away my phone and looked up at Spencer. He had this weird glint in his eyes. "Ashley will be filling in for me tonight," I whispered. He stared at me. "I'm going over there to prep him for it." I tried to say. He only nodded and turned away. I turned and walked to the doorway and left him standing, staring at the guitar rack, not really seeing it. I walked away to the parking lot where I had parked my car. I slid into the driver's seat and turned on the car. After ten minutes in traffic, I was standing in the driveway of the Way house. During the car ride, I started feeling feverish and sweating. I was sneezing like crazy and coughing up phlegm. It was extremely gross. Not to be weak or anything, but I started feeling really dizzy and my stomach started to cramp up.

I staggered to the front door and pounded on it. I started to fall forward when the door opened. I fell straight into the arms of the one and only Ryan Ross. "Beebo! Are you ok?" Ryan asked as he carried me into the living room. He set me on the couch and started to take my temperature. I pushed his hand away and whispered as loudly as I could, "I need a bucket now," He got the memo and rushed me to the bathroom. As soon as we got in there, I lunged for the toilet and puked in the toilet. After more vomiting and dry heaves, I finally croaked out as loud as I could, "Water, please!" I practically begged. Ryan got the bathroom sink cup and filled it up with water. He handed it to me and the first two seconds I had it, I chugged it down. He took the cup back. I whined. "Don't drink so fast, you'll make yourself sick again." He said.