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Laura felt her eyelids drooping as she continued to scroll through her Twitter timeline, her mind stuck in a constant feeling of boredom and her body feeling like the physical embodiment of white noise. She had done nothing all day, and was in desperate need of a change of scenery - and pyjamas, too, for that matter.

As the song currently playing on MTV ended and a new one began, she glanced up at the screen on the wall in front of her and frowned at the face she saw in the music video. She felt as if she recognised the person singing, although she wasn't sure where from.

A banner appeared along the bottom of the screen, informing her that the song - This Is Gospel - was by an artist named Panic! At The Disco; it was a name she had heard before but had no connection to, and purely out of interest she found herself googling the band in an attempt to find out why she felt as if she knew the singer.

She scrolled past image results and music videos from YouTube until she reached a box on the screen containing photos of the members of the band, both past and present.

"No fuckin' way..." she muttered to herself, almost laughing at the name listed beneath the first photo. She felt as if her tired brain was causing her to hallucinate, as she was sure that it couldn't really be him.

Although, to be fair, she really wouldn't have had any clue what Brendon went on to do after high school. No matter how close the two of them may have been, or how many times they promised they would never drift apart, some promises were just too hard to stick to, and they had had almost no contact since they were 16 and Laura had moved from Las Vegas to New York with her family. They called and texted a lot right after she moved into her new house, but their contact slowly grew less and less until the only messages they exchanged were some variation of "I miss you!".

Those messages were always true, though. Laura did miss Brendon, and she regretted not trying harder to remain friends with him once she left. She had gone from being a high school sophomore in the early 2000's without a care in the world to an unsuccessful 26-year-old photographer with a suitcase full of regrets and an apartment which she struggled to pay the rent for each month.

She couldn't decide whether Brendon looked scarily different or exactly the same as she continued to watch the video, fascinated by the beautiful cinematography and powerful music. He certainly hadn't aged, and his only really different feature was his hairstyle - now pushed off his forehead in a tall quiff instead of the fringe he had the last time she saw him - but he still looked different enough that she barely recognised him. Although, she thought, that was probably just her memory. It had been a decade since she and her family moved across the country for her dad's work, so of course her memory of him would be a little foggy.

It made her sad to think that things could change that much over time; she and Brendon used to be inseparable, staying at each other's houses every other weekend and spending every possible moment in each other's company, and now she had to google his band to even remember his name.

Curiosity got the better of her as the song came to a close and she reopened Twitter, tapping the search bar and typing in Brendon Urie.

          The first account to show up had a blue verified tick next to the display name, so she assumed that it was him and tapped on it, smiling as she read through some of his recent tweets.

          @brendonurie: You know your fans are awesome when...it's below freezing & they're waiting in line hours before doors. #TooWeirdTour

          @brendonurie: I am NOT down with the sickness! Tonight will still be great! Yeeeaaahhh!

          @brendonurie retweeted: @PanicAtTheDisco: Watch @brendonurie perform for the President, @billyjoel, @SantanaCarlos, & more for the @KCHonors at 9pm ET/PT on CBS! #KCHonors