Dallon Weekes Imagines

Falling

A/N imagine that Dallon didn't leave Panic last night

You had been in the music industry for a while, playing guitar for a few different low profile bands. Your music never made its big break. Sure you had a couple hundred fans but it wasn't anything big. Though you were obviously extremely grateful for each and every one of them.

You had never really listened to music by the band Panic! At the Disco, but their guitarist, some guy called Kenny, had left and there were auditions for guitar player. You decided that this would be the last thing you'd do in music, your passion, to get a "proper job" as your parents had always jagged you about. You went to the audition fully prepared, having memorised the most popular song from each album, becuase you didn't want to stop music. From what people told you about Brendon Urie, he sounded like a pretty chill guy, so you went to the audition as comfortable as you could. Your short hair was in a pony tail, the shorted hairs at the back sticking out. You wore a blue shirt, braless, simply because that was most comfortable, you had black jeans and black doc martens on. The only make up you had on was some mascara and highlight, what you usually wore on stage. You got your trusty old guitar, got in your car and drove to the studio the audition was.

When you opened the door; after being called into the room, Brendon Urie hugged you, like you were childhood friends. You were surprised as you knew he was chill but not this chill. You played 'I write sins not tragedies' first. As he was the only person in the room he looked around and clapped loudly. "Come one, play another one!" He shouted like he was at a concert. So you played the acoustic version of 'this is gospel' half way through he stopped you. "try singing this time" you were never confident with singing, you had only done backing vocals in previous bands. So you started off singing quietly, after little bit you got more confident (Brendon wooohed and encouraged you alot) so you sang louder. At the end of the song he said "Y/N you did great! Expect a phone call soon from this number" he wrote down a number on your hand. You walked out of the studio smiling. You might not have to give up music after all.

After a couple days you were job searching, just in case someone better than you got the part. It was 2 am and you were watching 'Jane the Virgin' on Netflix when a phone call came from an unknown number. "Hey! It's Y/N right?"
Brendon Uries voice cane booming through the phone "Um yes?" You said, scared to say anything else. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry"
"No! No no. I was watching Netflix" you replied, slightly ashamed about your addiction "I approve. What were you watching?"
"Jane the Virgin"
"I love that show!" He replied "which season are you on?" He asked
"Season 4. But why did you call me?" You asked, impatient. "Oh right! Your in the band! I made the guys listen to your vocals and they loved it. I also made Kenny listen to your vocals and he seemed really happy to have some one like you take over" he said really excitedly through the phone. Brendon sounded like a five year old. "Especially Dallon, he loved it" he said through the phone. Dallon. Dallon. The name rang a bell. "oh my god! That's amazing! Whe-"
"Come to my place tomorrow I'll text you the address." Brendon cut you off, knowing what you were asking. "ok great. Thank you so much. " You replied, still shocked they chose you. "Goodnight Y/N. And get some sleep becuase we are gonna have alot of fun tomorrow." Brendon said
"Ok I will goodnight" you said and hung up the phone. Your dream came true.

You stood infront of the house wearing a light blue, corset-like top and the same black jeans and docs. As you stood there with your guitar in hand, the name Dallon came back to mind. You remember someone named Dallon from years ago, though you couldn't put a face to it. Wild butterflies flew around your stomach, untamed. You walked to the front door and rang the bell. The black door swung open not five seconds later by Brendon. "Hi Y/N! Make yourself at home. Come in don't bother taking your shoes off. They look awesome!" He tugged at your arm and pulled you into the large living room. "oh hi" you said, scared at how comfortable he was. "so this is Dan" he said, And the man stood up. "this is Y/N" you shook hands. The second man, tall and thin, stood up "Y/n this is Dallon, Dallon this is Y/n" brendon introduced you. "Wait. Y/N?" Dallon said, confused. "Y/N from [insert band name]?" He said with a smile creeping across his face. "Oh my god. I didn't realise, I should've but it didn't come to mind. Your from the Brobecks!" You said almost squealing. Instead of a dry ass handshake you two hugged becuase you two truly had known each other for years but you had lost contact. You had toured together at least ten years before with your old bands and has become friends. "what the fuck?" Said Brendon. So we explained to him and Dan our history, they were left speechless.