Perfect Melody

Chapter 5

"Chop chop Davis" Mrs. Childs snapped at me. Or should I call her Childs? I guess she feels bossier when she calls me by my last name. Dante, the piano playing prodigy stepped on the stage and sat on the piano bench. "What are you singing?" She semi-loudly whispers. " Trade Mistakes, Panic At The Disco." She laughs and shakes her head at me looking down at the keys and stretching her fingers. I took a deep breath looking out to the crowd. I could hardly make out any faces in the auditorium due to the bright lights singing but knowing Lucas was out there helped me a little. I picked up the mic and turned it on. Dante started playing and I smiled. She knew every note of every song on the planet. Putting the mic up to my mouth I began to sing. It was now or never.

Placing a smile at the perfect event,

Gracing your skin with the side of my hand.

If I ever leave I could learn to miss you

But "Sentimental Boy" is my nom de plume

(Brendon's P.O.V.)

I recognized the song instantly. That was MY song. This is probably the part where you expect me to say when I first saw her I fell in love instantly. But that's hardly what happened. I was actually getting yelled at by my aunt. Man was she ever a pain. I didn't know why I needed to help her with this class of hers. Its not that I didn't like sharing my talents but rather that I didn't like Marjory. Or rather Mrs. Childs as she's making me call her. I know my mom got ALL the good genes. She was nothing like her sister at all. But I had to get out of Las Vegas for a while. Ryan and I had gotten into a fight and I couldn't stick around while the others tried to make us make up. All we needed was a little break and we would be better. Right? I hoped so. Right when I first arrived at this school and talked with my aunt I figured I would completely regret this. But right as I heard this girl, Pepper, as Marjory, or Mrs. Childs called her. (I need to get into that habit of saying that. I couldn't get kicked out of her house, I'd have nowhere else to go. Except back to Vegas.) This girl might just be the good thing I needed. She was truly very pretty. Of course she wore nearly as much eyeliner as I did. Today I wasn't wearing the eyeliner though. I tried making myself look as different as possible. Just in case someone would recognize me. I guess I hadn't done very good. Since this girl surely did. Or did she? Maybe she was singing my song just because she liked it.

I tried getting a better look at her. Converse? Looking good so far. We were probably wearing the same ones. Skinny jeans? Check! Her shirt was a little harder to see but when I recognized it I laughed. Panic! No doubt. I liked this girl and she didn't seem like one of those obsessive fans. Sure she was singing my song and wearing my face on her shirt but she seemed different somehow. Right then I made a decision. I didn't know whether it was a good one or a bad one but I didn't have time to think. I grabbed a mic and hopped on stage.

"Let me save you, hold this rope"

(Pepper's P.O.V)

OH... MY... GOD, what was that? Or more like WHO was that? I stopped. But only for a second. Whoever's beautiful voice had just joined in with mine. Who may or may not have sounded A LOT like Brendon. Brendon Urie. What was I thinking? Brendon Urie. At my school. Singing with me. This was Miami Florida. Not Las Vegas where Brendon was right now. Probably writing a new song.

Snap out of it Spence. What was I thinking? Someone obviously was playing the song a cappella behind me. That's all it was. I shook my head continued singing. I could be so dumb sometimes.

I may never sleep tonight,

As long as you're still burning bright.

If I could trade mistakes for sheep,

Count me away before you sleep.

I'll stay awake till I trade my mistakes

Or they fade away

I feel marooned in this body

Deserted, my organs can go on without me.

You can't fly these wings.

You can't sleep in this box with me.

Let me save you, hold this rope