Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

t w e n t y - o n e

Brendon didn't enjoy being hungover.

He was always uncomfortable and he hadn't left his bed.

"Come on, we got music now." I leant on his doorframe.

He shook his head.

"You know Ms Kindlier really wants to hear the song you've been working on."

"I-I feel so bad."

"I know. Come on, I'll give you some painkillers and then we'll just get through it."

"I-I wanna go back to sleep.

I dragged him out of bed and gave him some painkillers before sending him to shower.

He came out, looking pale-faced.

I handed him his glasses and cane.

He took them, before he tried to get to the bathroom. He didn't make it, and doubled over before he threw up. There wasn't much, but it left Brendon in tears.

"I'll let her know you're sick." I sighed softly, guiding him to the couch. "Will you be okay here for an hour?"

"I-I guess?"

I cleaned up his spew before heading out.

I just practised my song over and over, not that I really needed to, but everyone else was.

Ms Kindlier came up to talk to me.

"Hello, Miss." I smiled.

"Hi Dallon. Your song is sounding good."

"Thanks."

"Although, it is a bit on the simple side."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's a good song. But if you want to do better than just a passing grade, add a bit more detail. Make it more interesting. It's a little simple."

I frowned.

"But it'll definetely pass, if that's what you're aiming for. By the way, where's Brendon?"

"He's sick."

She frowned. "Tell him I hope he feels better soon."

"I will."

She smiled and left.

I tied to wofobout what to do with my song.

I started to panic. I had two days to figure this out!

I tried different notes and riffs and I even tried to write lyrics.

This was not an easy task.

I was getting really stressed.

At the end of class, I headed back to the apartment to continue working.

Brendon had fallen asleep on the couch.

He seemed annoyed when I woke him up with my playing.

"Go away!" He grunted, holding a hand to his forehead.

"No."

He just cried out and curled up.

I ignored him. I needed to get a good mark on this.

He got up and made his way to his room.

I kept going.

I got a call from Dad while I was rehearsing.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I just wanted to know if Brendon was alright."

"Yeah, he's fine."