Why Am I Singing the Pokémon Theme Song on the Hollywood Sign

And The Great Search of Gil Begins

OK turns out Los Angeles is pretty huge. Compared to that small town of Fair Play it is...well huge. The thing is how did I get here in LA. "Okay. I'm getting dressed and we'll go find him" Brendon exclaimed.

*Many fabulous Urie dressing minutes*

We hopped in his red jeep."Now, can we explain why I'm here exactly", I asked. "Okay. I had a concert the night before. You had V.I.P and you got very drunk. Then what happened, happened.", Brendon shortly explained. We drove down Rodao Drive. Supposedly the  best partying street in LA. We find a parking stop and go bar hopping. More. Than. St.. Patrick's. DAY!!!

We went to every single bar and nothing. Gil was nowhere to be found. God do I need his sarcasm right now. We when back to the house. Then he was there! Just...boom!
"WHERE THE FLIPPING FLIPPY FLIP WERE YOU", screamed loud enough to where anyone could hear me. It even shook the door. "Yeah I was playing a joke. I stood behind you the whole time", he said in his "voice". "But really, my (eyebrow rise) friend invited me over with like 20 other women and... geez", Gil said with more sarcasm than @APhanPanFanWithAPlan Yep... that's him. Always trying to find girls he likes. One to another. "But seriously, where were you", I interrogated. "Santa Cruz", he said casually. Okay. Santa Cruz. That is also him. "You look disgusting", I added to the odd conversation. "Boi, I'm hungover af", he rudely replied. "Same", I said bored.
I looked to the the window. Hills rushing over everything. Then the Hollywood sign. It was like snow against dirt. Then I noticed black spray paint. It was a sentence. "Urie, got any binoculars", I said calmly considered the fact I slept with my idol. "Yeah, here", he said giving me a pair of binoculars. I focused the lenses to adjust to my eyes. I saw the lettering,'I'll kill you Gil Beilschmidt'. Then a following of words too dirty for text flew gracefully out of my mouth, but just imagine. Somehow L.A. felt really small. It was just Gil that was in it.