Well, now that you've had a tour of my mind, I might as well tell you some basic information. Hi. I'm Ryan. Well, my actual name is George Ryan Ross The Third, but I prefer Ryan. I play guitar in a band called Panic! At The Disco. I'm 18, and very unsure of myself.
My band and I have been working on making every little detail about our practice room, equipment, clothing, hair, and most importantly, sound, perfect. Why? Well, the Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy was coming over to my house to listen to our music.
I know. It's impressive.
I honestly have no idea how I did it. I just sent him a message and boom, he's ready to check us out. When I told the band about it, they thought I was pranking them. Then Pete verified everything and they flipped out. The four of us were jumping and squealing, like little girls at a fairy princess party. And today was the day Pete Wentz would be listening to our music. Brent and Spencer were getting prepared, Brendon kept hugging me, and I was...
I was a mess.
My anxiety got the best of me. "What if I mess up?" "What if I embarrass myself?"
All kinds of questions circled my head
