Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

t w e n t y - t w o

 ****Brendon's Point Of View****

The end of semester recital arrived quicker than I expected. I had a whole list of things I could play, but I didn't know what I should. I didn't want to make a fool of myself and ruin the recital for everyone else.

I had been given a 10 minute slot, right at the end. It was the morning of the recital day, and I still had no idea what on earth I was going to play.

This stupid cast didn't make it any easier.

I didn't want to play something boring but something super interesting was nearly impossible with the cast.

I was sitting in the rehearsal room with Dallon, trying to figure out what on earth I could attempt to play. I was mostly just adjusting some old songs of mine that I'd been writing. Ms Kindlier had reccommended that I sing, too, so I was trying to incorperate some of that.

Everyone else seemed so confident and then I was just trying to work out what to play. Everyone else clearly had practised heaps. Especially Dallon.

As the time to play drew closer, I became more and more panicked.

I was just playing random notes, not knowing what to do.

"Alright! Let's head backstage!" Ms Kindlier chirped.

I froze. This was not going well.

Dallon took my arm and led me to the backstage area. He informed me that people were already piling into the theatre.

"I-I'm not ready..."

"You'll be fine Bren."

"I don't know what I'm gonna play."

"You've been practiciNg all day!"

"I haven't chosen a song!"

"Just don't stress. Let it flow, like you always do."

"Okay..."

The first group of students went on.

They sounded pretty good. The audience was enjoying it.

A few more groups went on, before it was Dallon's turn. I stood just behind the curtain to listen.

He seemed so confident, and the song was so good.

He played with such soul.

I was just amazed.

At the end, I burst into applause.

The whole audience did too.

Dallon came offstage.

"That was so good." I told him, after he'd grabbed my arm gently

"Thanks Bren. Nowhere near as good as you though."

"I'm not sure about that."

"I am."

"O-oh, okay..."

We stood and listened until it was my turn.

I just took a few deep breaths.

Dallon took my arm and led me to the pIano.

"Thanks." I whispered.

The microphone picked it up and sent it booming through the theatre.

I frowned. This clearly was destined to fail.

Dallon sat me down and left the stage. I adjusted my glasses and took a deep breath, knowing that everyone was looking at me.