Hey Moon, Don't You Go Down (Brendon Urie FanFic)

Now We're Making Some Progress (Chapter 5)

We were walking out of the airport with our bags and some coffee. Mmm.. cofffffffeeeeee. My love for coffee is almost as great as my love for Panic! At the Disco. Almost.

"Moon! Over here!" I heard someone shout. I looked over my shoulder and saw Pete Wentz standing by a limo. A fucking limo. Act. Cool. Don't fuck up!

"Hi Pete!" I said walking up to him, "It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"It's very nice to meet you too! You look lovely," he said while pulling me into a hug. I blushed and held my coffee away from him. Wow, he's super nice! Oh gosh, where's Tristan? He's behind me, okay.

"Pete, this is my boyfriend Tristan," I told him. I pushed Tristan ahead of me to meet Pete. Tristans got that look on his face, oh no.

"Hello, I'm Pete. It's nice to meet you. I see you have the honor to be with this beautiful girl," Pete said while shaking Tristans hand. It looks like Tristans got a death grip because Pete's facical expression changed. Why can't he behave? All he was doing was complmenting me.

"Nice to meet you too, and yes, I'm very lucky to be with her. She means everything to me," Tristan said calmly.  Dear God, he's making a bad first impression already.

"Cool man, I'm just stoked she's finally here! This record is really going to do well with the company! Right Moon?" Pete asked me with a smile. He's adorable and kind! I can't believe this.. Answer his question!

"Of course! I'm super excited to finally be able to have this oppertunity! Thank you so much!" I told him.

"No, thank you!" he said while walking over to the limo and opening the door for us. "After you, miss," he told me.

I climbed into the limo and my heart stopped. My heart literally stopped beating. Dear God. I climbed to sit in the seat next to me while Tristan sat on my left. I was sitting next to Patrick Stump. Ohmy. Pete got in and sat across from me, next to Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross might I add.

"Okay everyone! This is Moon Simpson! She's an AMAZING singer and is moving to LA to make a record! This is her boyfriend Tristan! Now, when I point to you say your name!" Pete said.

"Brendon, Ryan, Jon, Spencer, Andy, Joe, Gabe, and Patrick," they all said. There was no need for any of that. I know who every single one of them is. I can't even... ohmygosh. Panic! At the Disco is right there. Breathing the same air as me. In the same fucking limo.

All of a sudden a hand was waving in front of my face. It was Brendon's. Brendon Urie's hand is right there. Snap out of it moon!

"I'm sorry what?" I asked confused. I felt my cheek growing red. Oh God.

 "I asked you what kind of music you're into," Brendon said to me. He was smirking at me, probably laughing at how stupid I looked.

 "Oh! Um, I guess alternative and Pop- Punk. I grew up listening to The Beatles and bands like that. Then, erm, after an accident, I started music," I told them.

"That's cool! So, do you have any idea who we are or..?"

"Of course I know who you guys are. You're Panic! At the Disco one of my favorite bands. I've been a fan since A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. And, I'm looking forward to the new album.. have you guys started on it yet?" I asked them.

Ryan piped in, " Yeah, we have. It's going to be called Pretty. Odd... we have like most the album wrote and we're just starting to record it. So, we'll see you around in the studio," he said.

I looked at all of them and they all seemed pretty excited. I'm excited too, I've been waiting 3 years for this album!

"So, tell us about yourself Moon!" Patrick said, looking excited.

"Um, okay. My names Moon Simpson. I'm 19. My favorite color is blue. I started my music career with making YouTube videos when I was a freshman. I'm from St. Louis. When I was 15, my parents were involved in a house fire and died. I had no other family, so Tristan's family took me in because they were close friends with mine. So, yeah..." I said shyly. I felt Tristan squeeze my hand beside me. I looked at him and smiled. I heard a few sorry's here and there, but after you've heard sorry for 4 years, it just has no affect. I said thanks and looked out the window.

"Since none of them have heard you sing before, sing something!" Pete suggested. A few people got excited looks on their faces and I took a deep breathe.

"Right now? I mean.. okay, If you want..." I said while looking down.. what was I going to sing?