He Cared

20

I awoke with Brendon's strong arms shaking me lightly.

"Wake up! It's almost time for sound check!" He whisper-yelled excitedly, causing me to giggle.

"Kay, just give me a minute to actually wake up"

"Will do" He says, pecking my lips, and leaving the bunk to get ready himself.

I check my phone and look at the time. 2:53 P.M. I've only been sleeping for a couple of hours, yet it feels so much longer. Slowly, I get out of the bunk, and went to where everyone else was, sitting in one of the empty seats, leaving one for Brendon when he came back.

"So, how was your two and a half hour nap?" Kenny asks me, and I yawn.

"It was fine, how was getting ready?" I asked.

"Good"

My stomach growls, but I ignore it, and go on social media. There were surprisingly a ton of posts about the show for tonight, which I guess I should have known. 

"Oh, and before I forget, Amelia, you need to eat your sub before the actual show starts" Brendon calls from the bathroom, and I say a quick 'okay', even though I know it's just going to come back up, or going to be thrown in the garbage.

I've managed to not eat for the past eleven days, and I can barely stand up. Like it takes actual strength to try to look like i'm fine. It mentally fucks me up, because I need to stay strong so they all don't know that i've relapsed. It's so horrible, but it needs to be done.

Time flew by, and it was eventually time for soundcheck.

"Come on guys! Lets go!" Brendon jumped excitedly.

I stood up a little too fast, and a huge wave of nausea and dizziness clouded my head. Slowly, I eventually overcame it, and started walking out of the bus, following everyone else. We walked into the huge building, and headed towards backstage. There was a door labeled 'Panic! At The Disco Dressing Room', which Brendon opened, and we all got settled in. By 'settled in' I mean Brendon taking his sweet time looking at anything and everything, completely mesmerized by the huge vanity with a gigantic light up mirror, making his hilariously adorable faces into it.

"Brendon, soundcheck" Management says from the door, and he instantly stops, and starts for the door.

"Right, sorry" He laughs, and I shake my head and smile.

"You are such a child"

"You've just found that out?" He turns his head, and gives me his million dollar smile.

I laugh at his reaction, following him out the door, and going backstage. Brendon, Dallon, Dan and Kenny went out onto the stage, and Zack, management and I followed, parting ways to go stand farther in the empty audience, being able to see everything that Brendon was doing.

Brendon started singing random notes into the microphone, only stopping to say "this mic is really sparkly. I like it," which made everyone, including me, laugh. He started his very annoying warm up, and I started to feel a little lightheaded. Slowly, I sat myself in a chair in the audience, slightly bobbing my head to his voice.

"Let's just run Good Time, and LA Devotee, yeah?" Management says, and moments later the intro to Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time started, and Brendon started singing. 

"Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though" 

He started doing his cute little dance moves, and I smiled.

The rest of soundcheck went by pretty fast, and we were eventually just having fun in the huge empty space. We started hearing faint screams outside the building, which meant fans were already starting to line up. 

"What do you say we all go back to the bus, and chill before the show?" Brendon asked through the microphone.

"Sure" I said, followed by all the other 'yeah's, and a 'no' from Dallon, but we went anyway.