Pulchritudinous • Ryden

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{{ Chapter One - Distillery }}

This chapter is inspired by
balls (redacted bc she's not my friend)
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She is my best friend, and I need you guys to go give her some love because she is my inspiration for writing. Her name is Megan and she is a beautiful woman who I would go gay for, if I wasn't her best friend.

<3

Brendon Urie was not one to be dramatic over little things, he's usually chill about things, but as he walked into school, he felt like dying. The energy of the repressed, horny teenagers that almost always smelt like body sweat made him feel like he was in hell.

Fuck teenagers, honestly. Brendon lowered his head as he walked through the halls, he didn't want to talk to anyone, and if he were to catch an eye of someone, it would be Allen, he for sure did not want be beaten to a pulp at 8 in the morning. Brendon picked up his pace, heading for the music room, the only room he felt completely comfortable in. Mrs. Parker was the music teacher, Brendon always had a meaningful bond with her, it was unspoken, but there, they both were aware of it.

Brendon got to Mrs. Parker's room, and closed the door, finally letting out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Leaning against the door, Brendon rubbed his face, slapping it a little to keep him awake. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, tossing and turning in bed. Nightmares mixed with insomnia. Mrs. Parker looked up, and smiled at Brendon. Brendon waved with two fingers and sulked over to the big black piano, sitting on the bench.

He cleared his throat and began experimenting with the keys, he lost himself so easily in just doing what he loves, music. Music is something he used in many different ways. Music was his passion, his entertainment, his coping skills, his muse, his calling, his love, his hobby. Anything but negative was what music was to him. Which could easily be debated over, he did like other things, just music was his number one priority.

Brendon let his fingers lead the way, the keys begin to create a melody he knew more than well. Killer Queen by Queen was one of his favorite songs as a younger kid, he learned how to play it on guitar around the age of 12, and it just always stuck with him, he would use any instrument to play it when he was younger. That passes to still be true.

Brendon began to sing lightly, under his breath, almost. As he got more and more engrossed, he began to sing louder, belting his heart out. He knew Mrs. Parker was looking down at her papers, but he also knew that she admired his talent from afar. Brendon heard the music door open, but he didn't care, he got too lost in his own world that he had no time to worry about anything other than music, while doing so.

Brendon finished, making his voice fade with the last few piano notes. Smiling, he toke a deep breath, the stress disappeared.

Suddenly, he heard loud clapping, it rang through the room, like thunder, he whipped his head around to see Mr. Paxton. Mr. Paxton was a tall, skinny, Christian looking man, which could be considered rude, but it was a true aspect, and description that could really paint a picture. He had small, deep blue eyes, and brown hair styled up, much like Brendon's. He smiled, his dimples deep and vibrant. He laughed a little, and if Mr. Paxton could be even more gay, it would be his laugh that would give it away. In no means did that make his laugh contagious though, it felt like deafening silence every time he laughed, it always sounded a bit bitter, and clouded with dangerous energy.

Brendon swallowed and smiled slightly, even if he didn't really feel up to it. "Hi Mr. Paxton." Brendon spoke softly.

"Brendon," he paused, "You have talent kid, you should be a star, soon enough. Especially because your looks would have the girls all over you." Mr. Paxton winked at him. Suddenly, for once in Brendon's life, he did not want to be in the music room.