Nicotine: the sequel to 'The Ballad Of Brallon'

Dan Pawlovich

Dallons pov: 

It's the day before the concert and me, Kenneth and Brendon are auditioning people to be our new drummer. We see many different people come in and play for us. Suddenly I start to feel Brendon and Spencer when I had to audition for them.

I rest my head on Brendons shoulder because I'm getting so tired of hearing people play and I don't want them getting the wrong idea and start to hit on Brendon. I take it a step further and interlock my hand with his. He looks down to see me getting bored. He offers me a sip of coffee.

I lick the whole rim of the cup trying to seduce Brendon with my eyes when suddenly a drummer comes in and starts playing every song back to back in the exact order of the song line up for the concert. He doesn't mess up once. When he's done playing we all start clapping. "What's your name again?" Brendon asks him. "Dan," he answers.

Brendon looks down at the papers and then back up at Dan. "Well Dan," says Brendon, "this is a no brainer. Based on my notes and the other judges notes I don't think we'll need time to think about this," Brendon pauses, "You got the job." 

Dan looks at me like he's about to say something, "Dallon." "Yes?" I ask him. "I won't try to steal Brendon from you," he says, "I'm 100% straight. Ask my girlfriend if you don't believe me." "I believe you," I laugh as we walked to  the basement to practice.