As you walk up to the stage, the "countdown till concert" timer begins to tick. As the arena fills up behind you, the clock reads 15 minutes. You've finished your fries and are so nervous you might barf. Why? Because you have just figured out that you ticket allows you to meet him, a one-on-one meet and greet!
The clock counts down from 10..... 9....... 8....... 7........ 6........ 5....... 4........ 3....... 2........ 1...... BOOM! with a puff of smoke he appears, looking majestic AF. You begin to wonder if when you meet him he will like you, or judge you, or maybe even think you're pretty. Who cares. ENJOY THE MOMENT FOR GODS SAKE, YOU ARE STANDING IN FRONT OF BRENDON FUCKING URIE!!!
Anyway, you sing along to every single song, and at one point you make eye contact. But not just any eye contact, one that lasts a good 5 seconds.
You both smile just as he is lifted up into the air to sing "Dying in LA" as he looks down into the crowd he finds your eyes and it feels like he is singing to only you. Now you are really excited to meet him. Maybe he will remember you.
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Whatever you do... Don't Panic.
Roman pour AdolescentsIf 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!
