When the day met the night || Ryden

All was golden

[Brendon]

Wow.

This stage was a lot bigger than I thought!

Stage lights shined on the stage, illuminating the drum sets and guitars. My chemical romance seems a lot more,

Metal.

Like, there were no acoustic guitars, and no piano. There are 4 microphones, a black electric bass, and 2 electric guitars. There was one mic, that was in the center of the stage.

Ryan grabbed my hand. "Brendon! Lets go to the center!" Ryan tugged me.

I gulped. "Ry? Have you ever been in a mosh-pit?"

He shook his head.

"Lots of screaming, and lots of punching, and slapping," I described, remembering around 4 years ago, I went to my very first concert.

[flashback]

It was a Metallica concert in Las Vegas. At the time, I had no idea what a mosh pit was, and how insane it was going to be. I went with my friends, Andy and Joe.

We were at the front, and we were front and center. I was so excited.

People started crowding around us, and they started doing drugs.

Like, people literally smoked cocaine and crystal meth.

People bumped into me, and I felt so small compared to everyone.

Andy and Joe were talking and laughing, and I flashed a fake smile, but I couldn't leave. I felt like I was going to puke.

The speakers blared some music, and my attention went back to the stage. The band walked out, and the crowd screeched, totally destroying my ears.

The music started, and they were playing their loudest, and biggest hit: Nothing Else Matters. When the crowd recognized the song, they screamed louder.

The bass line boomed in my ears, rattling my skull.

after that song was done, everyone screamed.

I looked around, and I couldn't find Andy or Joe.

"Joe?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Brendon!" Andy screeched, and grabbed my hand. He pulled me closer to them.

"Wow! Look at this crowd!" The lead singer said with a gasp.

"gotta be at least 50 thousand people." The drummer observed, and the crowed screamed louder.

"Who wants to come up stage and be a backup singer?!" the guitar player yelled, and the crowed pushed onto the gates, completely crushing me.

Of course, I raised my hand. I was still a great singer!

"You!" they pointed in my direction, and I felt someone slap my face. I turned to see a screaming woman, climbing the gates, but the security guys held her back.

"The short dude!" he exclaimed. I looked around, and I was the only short guy he was pointing at.

The people around me started chanting "Short dude! Short dude!" and I blushed.

They pulled me up, and I was on the stage.

I was screaming internally, but I was smiling broadly.

"Whats your name, short dude?" The lead singer asked me in his microphone.

"Brendon fucking Urie!" I screamed, and the crowd roared. I rarely cursed in front of my parents, because they yell at me for saying the smallest things, but today I felt more rebellious.