"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." * * * The Great Depression was, by far, one of the worst tragedies in the history of the world. People drowned in debt. Banks were ruined. The stock market was broken and unreliable. But one of the only things that kept people going was this new style of music. It was rhythmic, infectious, and something that people had never quite heard of before. So they called it jazz.

In which Brendon Urie is a player/fuckboy and Ryan Ross is a nerd/artist and Brendon keeps flirting with Ryan

*Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..* "This short story is a collection of phone calls with Phil Lester and his peers, following a tragic accident involving Daniel Howell... Hope you enjoy..." *Call Ended*