Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 1: The Life Changer

I look down at my feet scared of what they'll think of me. Butterflies fill my stomach and it isn't pleasant. My hands are tingling and my head begins to feel dazed as I look toward the two others in front of me.

What if this goes wrong? What will I do then? I ask myself.

I know, I will officially become a failure at life and everyone will be proved right. My whole life they have looked down upon my music interests, calling me worthless and stupid.

Growing up wasn't too easy. Throughout high school I was teased about my sexuality, which was odd considering everyone knew I was gay except my strict Mormon parents. Everyday was a struggle, going to school and being humiliated, and having no friends to talk to. Then, coming home and having to hide who I really was from my own family.

Crying myself to sleep didn't help either, it only resulted in being called 'a worthless son' and 'the farthest from a man' from my father. Music was my only way to escape from them, it was the only friend I had that wouldn't judge me nor even care who I was.

Thinking of these memories caused anger to fill my body,

I do absolutely nothing wrong and this is how the world repays me? My own fucking family doesn't even love me.

Nothing was worse than the day I told my parents about my 'sin'. They ran me out of the house without a second thought. Calling me a 'failure of a life and of a son' blaming it on my music and my constant lack of confidence.

My thoughts were getting to me,

Not now. Not here. I ordered myself.

I was not here to fail.

If this doesn't work out my family will be the winners and controllers of my life once again, chaining me down from the real world and my own desires. I won't let that happen.

"You ready Mr. um, Weekes?" The caster asks with a tone of being over the long day of rejections he has experienced.

Alright let's prove them wrong. I am Dallon Weekes controller of my own life and who I am and I will be. I am not going to let my fucking 'parents' tell me what is right and wrong about myself.

Let's do this.

I start pacing my fingers on my bass to the tune of 'Seven Nations Army'. My hand trembles knowing that my life rests in the hands of this audition.

I begin to sing along. Throat pitchy and not good enough.

Get it together Dal, I know you can do better. I assure myself.

The chorus approaches and my heart races, my lungs fill with confidence and a smile is smacked upon my face.

"And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone!"

I sing with the most passion I have throughout my whole career. I am improvising with a bass for a song that lacks, but hell, am I doing it nicely. Joy fills my stomach as my nervousness is being eliminated, I know now that this is my passion. There is no other feeling like this, nothing in the world could live up to playing music.

My thoughts are interrupted by a somewhat high pitched but still masculine voice,
"Thank you Mr. Weekes for your time, please give me and my fellow band mate here, a moment to come to a conclusion."

His bandmate concluded quickly, "Actually Spence, I think we're good, he's our man. Welcome to Panic! At the Disco, Dallon."

Welcome to my brallon! Warning: this fic gets ugly. (Not like it's shit ugly, like I'm sorry I had to write that scene ugly)
Have fun! And remember.... I'm sorry in advance!