Your mom refused to give you the ride so your aunt gives you a ride. After three hours in the car you arrive. The show starts in and hour and a half. You walk up to the door by yourself and head in. You are immediately surrounded by fellow sinners and aspiring emos.
You grab some french fries and head into the arena. You find your row. "HOLY SHIT" you exclaim! You will be 5 feet away from the one and only Brendon Urie.
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Whatever you do... Don't Panic.
Teen FictionIf the man of your dreams is 5' 9", has beautiful brown eyes, and has a forehead that makes the Angels sing... then you're in luck!
