Why I Don't Smile [Brallon]

Part 1 - My Teeth Would Get Cold

Brendon:

I play the last few chords of I Write Sins Not Tragedies and the crowd screams.

"GOODNIGHT EVERYONE! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING PANIC! AT THE DISCO!" I tell them before exiting stage left like I always do.

I give my guitar to my tech and walk around looking for my band members. I always like to see them right after a concert and ask them how they think it went.

"Spence? Dal? Dal? Spence? Spence? Da-"

I feel a tap on my shoulder and spin around to see Dal and Spencer laughing at my antics.

"We're right here Brenny." Dal says with a smile.

I sigh but smile anyway, still high off of the concert energy.

"So, how do you guys think the show went?"

Spencer is the first to reply.

"I felt really good with this crowd! They had great energy."

I look to Dallon for his input but see him talking to himself in a quiet, yet stern manner. Hm.

"I'm gonna go shower, take however long just meet me on the buss Mkay?" Spence says, knowing that Dallon probably won't say much when the both of us are around.

"Mhm" I reply as I poke my thin friend on the shoulder.

Dallon:

I hear Brendon ask us how we felt about the show, but I assume that it's always more of a Spencer oriented question because why would he care about the new members show. He's a nice guy, but even I don't care about me that much. I hear Spence say something about the crowds energy. I'm so disappointed in myself for this show. I messed up on a couple songs that should be easy for me by now.

I'm so fucking useless. All I am is replaceable. No one will ever really want me. Brendon and Spencer probably don't even need me.maybe I'd be better off-

My thoughts are interrupted by Brendon poking my shoulder.

Oh. I forgot he was there.

"Hey Dal, how d' you think the show went?" He asks, smiling that Brendon Urie smile.

"Oh, uh. You and Spence were really amazing."

"Why, thank you dearest Dallon, but how were you in this 'really amazing' show?"

Awe. Brendon's so cute. Wait. Stop It Dallon. Brendon will never like me like I like him. He never has and he never will.

I force a smile and reply,

"Eh. I messed up. A lot. But I can always get better right?"

I'll never be good, no matter how much I practice.

"Well I thought you were good. I didn't hear you mess up at all!"

"Well then you weren't listening hard enough." I tell Brendon.

"Or maybe you're too hard in yourself."

Yeah. THAT's what it is Brendon.

"Pft. Sure. I'ma go shower. See ya on the buss."

I walk away with a sigh. Brendon is crazy. I'm not to hard on myself, I'm just too much of a failure.

And failures don't deserve to be happy.

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Awe! Dal Pal! No! Poor Dallon! And YO BRENDON, YOUR BABE NEEDS YOU.

Thee. Sorry.

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