Summers on its deathbed - Brendon Urie x female reader

The concert

-mild language-

I was so excited to finally hear my favourite band, Fall Out Boy, with my boyfriend, Ryan, tonight! I'd been waiting for so long and tonight was the night!
"Y/n?" he called from the hallway, "Are you almost ready to leave? We're going to miss soundcheck if you dont hurry!!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled from my bedroom, hurriedly scraping my long, black hair into a messy bun, and taking one last look at my outfit, a fall out boy shirt, with black converse and black ripped jeans, with a choker, and what some people would consider to be too much eyeliner -not me though.
I got in Ryan's car and we began the drive to the venue that they would be playing at tonight.
When we got there, we showed security our tickets and they gave us wristbands. Ryan's and everyone elses was green but mine was pink.
"That's pretty odd," I remarked to Ryan, "Maybe they just ran out of green ones, y/n" He reasoned with me.
We thought nothing more of it and found our way to the floor, where we would be for our time here, trying to push our way as far forward as we could, in a desperate attempt to get the best view we could of Pete Wentz when he eventually came on stage.
We had been waiting there for almost twenty minutes when I man I didnt recognize walked out on stage. He announced that Fall Out Boy were going to be unable to play tonight, but i wasnt really listening. I was... distracted, you could say. Firstly, I don't know how to say this but... he was hot. He had glossy brown hair that was gelled back into a quiff and beautiful brown eyes that looked like a puppy's eyes- you could so easily get lost in them. He reminded me of the stars on a cloudless night- subtle yet beautiful, and gave me something to follow, something to-
I was interrupted from my thinking by a strange noise Ryan was making out of what seemed like, anger?
"What's the matter, Ry?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said bitterly, "Just that smarmy bastard up there is the reason my band broke up!"
"What?!"
"That- That wanker kicked me out of his band- Our band, y/n. And- And if it wasn't for him, maybe i wouldn't still be in this stupid excuse of a town with these stupid excuses of people!!!!!"
"Wait, Ryan you- you think im stupid?" I asked quietly.
"No of course not I-"
"Just go, Ry, I don't want to hear it. You don't want to be here and i dont think i want you to be here either."
"Y/n... That's not-"
"Whatever, Ryan, I want to enjoy tonight, whether you like it or not. Now leave."
Ryan stormed off and i turned my attention back to the man on stage. He was halfway through singing a chorus when our eyes met. In that moment, it was almost like time sat still. He smiled at me, and through my tear-stained eyes, i smiled back at him.
As the last notes of his last song began to fade he called out to the crowd:
"Thank you so much for coming tonight, even if it wasn't originally to see me," He laughed.
"I hope I entertained you all enough. Tonight I decided to do something special for you all. One lucky person in this audience was given a pink wristband tonight, meaning that you will be able to come backstage and meet me!!"
No way... It couldn't... I couldn't be meeting him? Could I?
"Goodnight everyone and, to the one lucky person- see you soon" He winked at me.

-Authors note-
This is my first fanfic! I'm so nervous omg, I hope you enjoy!!! (Follow on Twitter @/brendondevoted)
Thanks for reading- An LA devotee