Whatever you do... Don't Panic.

Breakfast with Brendon

He reaches behind him to grab something amazing! Concert tickets to the next show! You ask him why he has given you something so amazing and he says "because I don't wanna lose you, I want to see you again..." with a stroke of amazement and disbelief you wrap him in your arms and cry tears of joy.

The best day if your life just got even better. You immediately call your mom. She isn't happy with the news but supposes you can go. As you walk away you pinch yourself to see if this day is real, and yes... it's very real!

You think to yourself "why would HE want to see ME again..." everything just seems so surreal. Your aunt picks you up any takes you home. You don't tell her anything, because you don't even know if you yourself believe it.

As you promised Brendon, you choose your outfit and catch an uber the next day to the concert in your hometown. Once you arrive at the venue your stomach starts to growl. You have officially decided you will not be eating anymore of those gross stadium French fries, so you go across the street to the local diner.

Once inside you are seated and order a lemonade. It's a quiet place, filled to the brim with neon lights and girls in poodle skirts. But it doesn't stay quiet for long. You turn around as the entire resteraunt gasps. "WHAT THE HELL!" you exclaim. Brendon Urie is now in the same diner as you...

Just as you turn around you see him. His chiseled body,  beautiful smile, and those eyes. Those eyes that found you in the crowd. Those eyes that sang to you. Those eyes.... that hungered to see you again. After about 6 seconds of eye contact Brendon comes over and sits in the booth seat opposite you. He smiles as he calls the waitress over and orders a coffee.

He starts off the conversation with "I knew I'd find you here" you ask him how he knew that. He replies with "because beautiful girls like you come to beautiful restaurants." At this point in time, I don't know whether to feel flattered, or whether to start putting myself at a distance. I mean after all he does have sarah, but who cares you think. This is Brendon urie were talking about here!

After you eat, he pays for your breakfast and grabs you by the hand. He leads you out of the restaurant and into a backstage door that leads to a room littered with frank Sinatra posters, shot glasses, and various drug substances.

You ask where he has brought you. He replies " to my dressing room, it's where I'm not watched by the public, and the only place where I can confess something to you in private... you see, the thing is that I...."