Life in Vegas || Brendon Urie

Chapter 50

A few weeks after returning back to Sacramento, I got a letter in the mail that was addressed in handwriting to myself and Brendon. It was a pretty, decorative envelope. I opened it hastily.

As I examined the letter inside, I learned that it was a wedding invitation. And it was from Jake. It also included a few print out of their engagement shots, right on the walk in front of the lights district of Las Vegas. They looked so happy.

My heart swelled; love was a contagious feeling to me.

As I checked the date, and wrote down RSVP's for Brendon and I, I caught myself absently thinking about whether Brendon would ever propose or not. All the talk from my dad and Aubrey lately, and now this... it was getting to my head.

I shook it off as I stuck the return envelope in the mail and texted Jake.

Hey, I got your invitation. The pictures are beautiful! Brendon and I will be in attendance. I can't wait. Congrats!

Weirdly, his reply was almost instantaneous.

Can't wait to see you guys. We're super excited!

I grinned and left it at that. Then I sent Brendon a text.

Hey, just letting you know, Jake invited us to his wedding. It's a few weeks after you come home. I went ahead and put in an RSVP for both of us. Is that okay?

Unlike Jake, I didn't get a response from Brendon so quickly. I'm sure he was busy though. It came at the end of the day, when he simply texted back, "Fine."

I grimaced, feeling the ice off that one. Maybe he had a long day, I told myself. I sent him one more text.

I love you, I hope you're having an okay day.

Love you too.

With an eye roll, I locked my phone and went to bed.

The next morning when I woke up, I had a missed call and a text from Nicole. Immediately, I grew concerned; her and I are friends, but there's no reason for her to be contacting me unless there's something wrong.

Her message read, "Call me when you get this."

I sat up and cleared my throat as I dialed her number. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey, what's -"

"Kendall, I think Brendon is too sick to keep performing," Nicole interrupted. Her voice was hushed; she was obviously in his vicinity.

"Why?" I asked.

"He had to take a lot of water breaks last night," she explained. "He even stopped singing a few times and just stood there rubbing his eyes. After the show, he could barely talk. He just went to his room and slept. I think he's going to damage his vocals or something if he keeps it up."

I was partially shocked, but mostly mad that he didn't bother to tell me that he was struggling. He made me a promise to let me know if something went wrong.

"Are you there?" She asked.

"Yes," I sighed. "Give me some time to pack up and I'll head to wherever you guys are. Where are you guys?"

"We're in Colorado for tomorrow's show right now," Nicole replied. "But I heard him say something to Dan about going to a specialist that he's seen before that'll be in Vegas around the time we are. You should probably shoot for that time, because we have a free day before and after the show, so you'll have time to sort things out."

"Are you sure he's going to go?" I questioned. "That's still like, a week and a half away. I think I should just come now and bring him home."

"No," she said. "But I'll ask and get back to you when I can. Also, you can't bring him home. He's on tour. He won't go with you."