Search & Seizure (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

The Interview

Brendon had left with Zack to go to an interview at Rock 104 FM, a local radio station. You stayed behind to get some work done and watch the dogs. Brendon went on the air at 3 pm.

"I'm here with Brendon Urie of Panic At The Disco! Thank you so much for being on the show today, Brendon!" Tim said.

"Thank you for having me!" Brendon smiled widely.

"So you just released your new album a couple weeks ago," Tim started and Brendon nodded along, "Do you wanna tell us a bit about that?"

"Yeah," Brendon responded happily, "It's very much inspired by some of the music I grew up listening to, which is a pretty broad selection. A lot of it was the kind of stuff I would sneak around my parents, ya know?" he giggled, "All the rock stuff."

"And you're on your own now?" Tim clarified, "You're the only band member left?"

"Uh yeah, yeah," Brendon responded and tried to reframe the question positively, "Having complete creative control has been really freeing. It's a lot of fun."

"But it's really just the Brendon Urie show now though," Tim said condescendingly, "You're just using the Panic name, keeping it alive?"

Brendon picked up on his tone and started to feel uncomfortable.

"It's still a team effort," Brendon countered passively, "I work closely with my producers, who are incredible. They really help mentor me and shape the music into what you hear on the album."

Tim nodded and moved on.

"The last time we heard from you, you hadn't experienced your death as a bachelor yet!" Tim said enthusiastically, "You're now a married man."

Brendon's eyes lit up at the thought of you. He couldn't help it.

"Yes," Brendon said proudly, "To my beautiful wife, Y/n."

"I understand she's had some pretty... public health issues," Tim noted.

Brendon's discomfort immediately returned. Again, he tried to reframe the off-color question to be more positive, hoping they could just move on from the topic.

"Unfortunately yes," Brendon said, "But she is incredibly strong and doing very well."

"That's good to hear, good to hear," Tim said absently. Brendon could tell that Tim had more to say and dreaded whatever his next comment would be. Sure enough, Tim continued to prod: "It sounds really scary, for you and for her."

"It's hard to see someone you love struggle with anything," Brendon answered generically. His protective instinct was beginning to kick in and he really wanted to stop talking about it all together. It was none of this guy's business and the way he was asking questions felt more disrespectful than concerned.

This interview was about to go downhill.

"There was a video of her circulating on the internet for a while of an incident in a grocery store," Tim stated.

"That was a very traumatic time," Brendon immediately shut him down, "It's really not an appropriate thing to talk about."

"But it sure did look traumatic," Tim said, not laying off at all, continuing on with disgust in his voice, "It's pretty gross, with the blood and all that."

And with that, Brendon was done.

"Wow, that is an awful thing to say," Brendon rejected, having to force a bitter chuckle of disbelief just to keep his composure. The anger within him was undeniable. "And there's nothing 'gross' about it," he said defensively.