I am lying on my bed since morning. I haven't moved an inch since I heard the news.

"Brendon Urie is dead. "

"Lead vocalist of Panic! At the Disco is no more. "

"Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco passed away while performing on stage."

"He was found to be suffering from a very rare disease....."

No. This can't be happening. He has so much more to give and receive. And Sarah. How could he leave her behind?! No Brendon , you can't die. You can't.

This has to be a joke.

Suddenly I find myself on the roof of my house shouting like a mad woman.

"HOW COULD YOU DIE BEFORE I COULD MEET YOU? "

"DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW MANY HEARTS YOU HAVE BROKEN? WHAT ABOUT SARAH ? AND WHAT ABOUT US?"

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS! "

"NO BRENDON THAT WAS TOO SOON. NO. NO. NO! "

Then I lose my composure and fall to my knees. My cries and shouts soften to weak sobs.

"No. I can't take this. I can't take this. This was too fast. It has been just a year since I heard your songs...."

"There is just something about your voice that makes me feel something. Gives me energy."

The next moment I find myself playing the piano,  playing Impossible Year by Panic! at the disco. I was playing like there was no tomorrow. With so much energy.But also with sadness.

And time moved on, though I had not. I seemed to have transferred all my grief into playing music. Something changed that day.

Years passed by and I grew up. Grew up into this beautiful pianist. Who played at stages. Who earned money from something that started as a mere obsession , a hobby.

I am playing one of my favourite songs on the piano , the Bohemian Rhapsody. Playing amongst my friends and family I am having the time of my life.

Suddenly the whole world was spinning and all I could hear was 'Devil's Key'. I kept hearing those words and everything had turned black. I felt cold all of a sudden. Was I dead?

"DEVIL'S KEY! DEVIL'S KEY! THE NEW ALBUM! WHY AREN'T YOU WAKING UP!"

"Huh?"

I opened my eyes to see my friend Malu with a bucket in her hand shouting like a maniac.

"Why are you shouting? And where is my piano? Did I faint or something? Where is everybody? ", I asked, looking around trying to register my surroundings.

" What nonsense are you blabbering , you idiot? You don't have a piano in the first place. Are you dreaming? ",  she laughed. " Damn girl,  look at your face! Of all things a piano? You don't know the first thing about music!'

I slowly realized what she was telling. So whatever I saw was a dream. But I needed to confirm one thing first.

"Is Brendon dead?"

Malu laughed even louder. "What are you saying? ",  she fell on the floor laughing and dropped the bucket on the floor. "I have been trying to wake you up to tell about Panic! at the disco's latest album! But you were just smiling to yourself in your sleep and didn't wake up. Mind you , I shouted so much the neighbors were concerned. So I threw some water and there you are, finally awake.",  she finished with a proud look on her face.

"What do you mean? So Brendon Urie is not dead?"

"Yup. How would be release his latest album then? "

"No!",  I was oddly  disappointed. " Why? I had become a successful pianist all because of his death! I was famous! People actually paid  to watch me play! "

"Oh shut up dear. We all know there's only one thing you are good at!"

"What is that? "

"Dreaming."