I wrote songs from tragedies

This is gospel

Wiping bit of egg off me I take my seat again.

"Are we having a good time tonight" Brendon says into the microphone, adjusting it. "We are panic at the disco, I said are we having a good time tonight". The crowd goes wild. Silence falls as he hits the first chord.

He continues with the song. I can't help but tap my foot along. This is one of my favourite songs. Half way through brendon stops whilst the band continues playing. "Ladies and gentleman. I'd like to introduce a very special guest my dear friend...". I wonder who it is, I think to myself twirling a little umbrella underneath my forefinger.

Are you worth your weight in gold,
'Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone
Hey Stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold,
You and God both got the guns
When you shoot I think I'd duck

I lead the revolution in my bedroom
And I said all the zippers creak
We said no more war, no more clothes beneath these
Oh kiss me

Hey, Hey
We are a hurricane
Drop our anchors in a storm
Hey
They will never be the same
They're fighting with us to keep us warm
'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me
Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me
You'll dance to anything
You'll dance to anything

Oh I confess, I confess to the rumor of us
But you didn't come and speak to me or put my heart at ease
And I believe that half the time, I am a wolf among the sheep
Now I got the wool over my eyes

I lead the revolution in my bedroom
And I set all the zippers free,
We said no more war
No more clothes beneath these
Oh kiss me

Hey, Hey
We are a hurricane
Drop our anchors in a storm
Hey
They will never be the same
They're fighting with us to keep us warm
'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me
Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me
You'll dance to anything
You'll dance to anything
You'll dance to anything
You'll dance to anything

Fix me, oh conflict me
I'll take anything
Fix me, oh just conflict me 'cause I'll take anything

Hey, Hey
We are a hurricane
Drop our anchors in a storm
Hey
They will never be the same
They're fighting with us to keep us warm
'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me
Oh, they know, I know, that they don't sound like me
You'll dance to anything
You'll dance to anything

"Skylar Riordan". Again the crowd goes wild. Whilst I freeze the whole world topples around me. I can't breathe. All the blood drains from my face as I am dragged to the stage in front of a mic I stand paralysed.

"Breathe little flake you got this". I grit my teeth. "Easy for you to say urie". He laughs and continue playing the piano. Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and begin to sing. I open my eyes finally. Finishing the last note. I grip the mic for dear life. My heart felt tighter, my palms sweaty. I can feel ice burn through my veins, from the silence that followed from the crowd. After what seems like a lifetime the bubble erupts. The crowd screams and chants my name.