When the day met the night || Ryden

Wet dream for the Webzines

{Brendonnnnnnnn}

Frick.

"20 minutes!" Someone called, and I flinched. 20 more minutes until our brand new band hits the stage.

Everyone is doing fine. Jon is chugging a juice box, Spencer is tapping his toe rapidly, and Ryan- I honestly have no idea what Ryan is doing right now. His eyes are closed, and he is playing his air guitar. I see his hands shaking as he plays some imaginary chords.

I feel bad, but then again, I had to learn all of the vocals, so thats not much easier.

Spencer started pacing, mumbling reassuring words to himself, and I started writing in my notebook:

October 8th, 2004.

This is our very first show.

I'm not as nervous as I thought, but everyone else is.

Jon and Spence are eating their feelings, and Ryan,

Ryan is listening to music, not speaking a word. Typical Ryan.

He is incredibly timid and humble. That's what I love about him.

Ryan learned 3 incredibly difficult songs today in 4 hours. I really hope he doesn't let his nerves take over his body.

Becoming a vocalist was the best decision I've ever made. Ryan seems a lot more comfortable on guitar. I am a lot better at vocals, which is a great thing.

I wished that my parents would bring me back to their home, but now I love the freedom.

Ryan's all I got, and if he leaves me, then I'm toast.

I hope that we will do well,

Brendon B Urie

I scribbled nervously in my notebook and tossed it across the room.

"10 minutes!" Someone called, and I stomped my foot. Spencer yelped, and said "Oh my gosh I am going to fail this isn't happening oh my gosh!" Really quickly, and Jon sighed and stood up.

He went over to Spencer, and kissed him. Right on the lips.

"Don't you fucking talk that negatively about yourself ever again. You're great! No one will care if you fail!" Jon said, both of his hands on Spencer's shoulders.

"Bu-" Spencer tried to talk, but Jon cut him off and hiss him harder, with more passion.

"Um," I say, completely shocked, and they look at me,

Ryan noticed too, and looked at them. "Are you guys a thing? Like, are you guys dating?"

They glance at each other, and Jon said "I guess we are kinda dating." with a shrug.

Ryan grinned, and pulled out his bluetooth earbuds, and looked at them.

"Yes! I knew it! Dammit, I wish I bet money on it, I'd be rich!" Ryan pumped his fist in the air.

"We knew, guys." I say, smiling sweetly at them.

"Oh." Jon said, then started laughing hysterically.

"5 minutes!" Someone called, and Ryan screeched as he chucked his BlackBerry [a/n: thats a phone to you young children that don't know what a BlackBerry is] across the room. To my suprise, it just made a loud bang, and it clattered to a stop.

"Those phones are like bricks!" Spencer exclaimed as he handed it back to Ryan. Ryan rolled his eyes and began typing furiously into his laptop. God only knows what he's up to.

"2 minutes!" Someone said, and I saw tears well up in Ryan's eyes.

"Ry! No!" I cry out, and I went over to him on the couch. I sat down next to him and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Don't cry. I will make sure you are comfortable on stage. Hell, I won't let our performance start until you feel great with everything." I say.

Ryan sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "I'll be fine." He smiled sadly and stood up.

"One minute! Panic at the disco, head down to the stage!"

I take out Ryan's guitar and I help tune it for him. He looks at me gratefully and I wink at him.

We start walking towards the stage, and I saw that Jon and Spence were holding hands. It'll be a matter of time before they figure out me and Ryan are a thing.

The stage was pitch black when we blindly walked out. I heard a quiet "ow" and a "I'm okay!" after. I snort, and I grab my microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me present to you, Panic at the disco!" the megaphones boomed, and a light flashed on me. I squinted, and began talking.

"Wassup?! My name's Brendon! This is my bud Ryan, and these are my boys Jon and Spencer." I say while pointing to them.

"Who's ready to fucking rock?!" I scream into my mic, and the crowd roared.

This is going to be a wild ride.