Time To Dance

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The music stops after two more songs and the DJ speaks into the microphone.

"Can we have Y/n come on stage please?" He asks, his voice resonating throughout the room.

I walk up on to the stage.

"Y/n, did you plan to match outfits with Brendon Urie?" The DJ asks, having a laugh.

"Nope. It just... happened." I reply getting a few giggles from the crowd.

The DJ mouths to me, asking if I was ready, I nod and grab the microphone. Everyone starts clapping and the first few notes of the first song of my album plays through the speakers. I bring the microphone to my mouth and start singing.

The song ends and the room erupted with the sound of clapping and cheering.

"Thank you!" I shout whilst stepping away from the microphone and walking back to the dance floor.

I walk back to Brendon and he pulls me into a friendly hug. "You sounded amazing!" He says.

"Thanks." I reply kind of shocked that he liked my music.

Music starts playing again and to probably carry on with his joke he plays a Panic! At The Disco song from A Fever You Can't Sweat Out... Time To Dance.

Brendon and I look at each other and laugh. He starts to sing along. "When I say shotgun you say wedding. Shot gun!"

"Wedding!" I respond.

"Shot gun!"

"Wedding!"

We sway back and forth to the music and talk about ourselves until the night comes to a close.

We're the only people left on the dance floor and the DJ moves the spotlight onto us. We both laugh as slow music starts to play.

"May I have this dance?" Brendon asks, taking my hand.

"You've had this dance all night." I laugh. "But, yes, you may have this dance Brendon Urie."

He moved his arm around my waist and I place my hand on his shoulder. We sway back and forth with the music and I subconsciously move my head to his chest and close my eyes...

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