Dedication to Obsessionz! Thanks for following this story, and the rest of you will find out the other reason for their dedication in this chapter :)

Enjoy!

"Everyone just shut up!" I screeched. I was in Connor and Aaron's apartment, arguing about band names once again.

"Well, we kind of need a name in order to start a band-" Connor began.

I cut him off. "True, but we also need a full band, and I don't know if you've noticed, but we don't have a drummer yet, and we haven't written a single song."

"Wait!" Aaron yelled before running off, returning moments later with a crumpled piece of paper. "I tried writing a song at the end of senior year, and it turned out kinda crappy. Well, I did like a few lines, so I put them together into a pre-chorus and chorus thing, but that's about as far as I got. I don't have a title, I was thinking Afraid, but that's kind of simple. It's a bit about Connor and I coming out in High School and other things, and yea." He handed me the piece of paper.

How I look for you

But I can't see your face

And then I hear you

The only thing you say...

I am afraid right now

I don't wanna let you down

And I am the one who can't be saved

The only thing I say...

I am afraid right now

What if I can't get out?

What if I don't want to be saved?

This is me afraid

I was stunned. "Wow, this is-"

"Shitty, yea I know, I tried and I just-"

"Dude, shut up!" I blurted. "This is amazing!"

He seemed shocked. "Really?"

"He underestimates himself. A lot. He thinks he can't write lyrics but he can. He has fragments of more songs. Also, he's great at creating harmonies, and he can scream." Connor but in.

"You can scream?" I squealed and he nodded. "Oh man, this band is going to be great!" I was extremely excited right now. Piece by piece, this was starting to look more like a band. My phone buzzing in my pocket interrupted my thoughts that had just barely begun. I checked the caller ID and it was Patrick.

"I'm just going to take this. You two can argue about a band name if you must." I stepped out of the room and answered the call. "Hello?"

"I've got great news!" Patrick beamed from the other end of the phone. "So Mr. Simmons, the private investigator called, and he said that you have a great case. There's a ton of evidence, they went back to your house and there were broken bottles and dried blood and stuff, so your siblings don't have to give a statement unless it's taken to court, which it probably won't. They're looking for your mother, and you've been granted custody of your siblings, you just have to sign a couple of papers that he's mailing to the apartment." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. After dreaming of this day forever, it finally came. "Skye, are you there?"

"Yeah," I responded. "It's just, I never thought this day would come." I let out a breath at the end of that sentence, one that I had been holding since the day my father was diagnosed. He could probably hear my smile on the other end of the phone.

"So, that's why I called. I'll let you be-"

"Wait!" I interrupted. "Do you know anyone who plays the drums and is looking for a band?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Oh yea, in a few days my friend is coming to visit, and he met this girl in Boston who is an amazing drummer, and he's been asking Pete to find a band for her. I can have her come with him if you want?"

"Yes! Thank you so much! You are the best!" I was jumping up and down right now. We might finally have a full band!

"I know." He laughed. "Bye."

"Bye." I hung up and walked into the room, where there was a lack of arguing. "Where's all the fighting over the name?"

"We thought of one!" Connor responded. "It's called Purple Sweater Vests and Combat Boots!"

I gave him a glare. "Where the hell did you get that name from? It's the worst one you've come up with so far!"

They laughed. "I'm kidding. It's Obsessionz. With a 'z' at the end."

That was the first good name either of them had come up with, and I loved it. "Wow, you guys actually did something productive."

"Hey! I wrote us lyrics, and Connor got us a name? What have you done for this band?" Aaron argued.

"I got us a drummer," I said, with a smirk on my face.

"What?" They screamed.

"Yes, you're welcome. Patrick's friend is visiting in a few days, and he met this girl in Boston who is apparently a great drummer. He's been wanting Pete to suggesting a band for her to join for a while now. And she can be in Obsessionz."

They attacked me in a hug and yelled a chorus of 'thank you's, 'oh my God's, and 'you're the best's, among others.

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When Patrick said his friend was coming in 'a few days', I expected at least three. I did not expect to wake up the next morning with two strangers talking to Patrick and Pete in the living room. Well, I knew one of them.

"Hey Patrick, you failed to mention that your friend just so happens to be Brendon Urie." I turned to face Brendon and the girl, who was most likely the drummer. "Hello, I'm Skye. With an 'e' at the end."

"I'm Brendon, as you already know." He stood up and shook my hand. He was a good five inches taller than me, and I immediately felt self-conscious about my height. Apart from Aaron, I had been hanging out with short people for a while now, and almost forgot what it was like to be short.

"I'm Emma Lee, but you can just call me Emma." I shook her hand. She was a bit taller than Brendon, about 5'10". She had olive skin, black eyes and black hair that reached her waist, but she had faded red streaks in it. "So Brendon here said that you were starting a band?"

"Yea. It's called Obsessionz, with a 'z'. I'm in it with my friends Aaron and Connor, they both play guitar, Aaron's going to do backing vocals, and I sing and play bass. Once Connor gets off of work, we can go over to their place and you can show us what you got." I said with a wink. "I finally will be able to talk to a girl. I've been hanging around with guys for so long that I probably act like one."

She laughed. "Oh no, don't worry. I'm the same way. Brendon's my only friend, I never had a friend in school..." She trailed off.

"Hey, high five for socially awkward human being who didn't have any friends in school!" We high fived and burst out laughing. Emma was great, and we immediately became friends. We spent the next hour talking, giggling, gossiping, and acting like your typical high school girls. She started playing drums as soon as she could walk, and loved writing poetry and music. She also had the biggest crush on Brendon, whenever she mentioned a funny story about the two of them, her cheeks would turn the slightest shade of pink. She was staying with him at Joe and Andy's for the next week or so, and if she joined the band, she could stay. If not, she was still a great friend to have.

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When Brendon said that Emma was an amazing drummer, it was an understatement. Halfway through her first song (she auditioned with three different songs), we all silently agreed that she was the official drummer for the band.

"Yes." Was the only word that the three of us could manage after her drumming. She immediately squealed and thanked us.

"I've been looking for a band for almost a year now, I have been looking for one since the end of senior year. I can't believe it's finally happening!" She continued to squeal and jump around. Eventually, we joined her.

We were officially a band.

Wow okay this chapter was primarily dialogue and a lot happened in this chapter, even though it was on the shorter side. I was going to continue, but then too much would have happened! Sorry!

For those of you who didn't catch on, Obsessionz is one of my lovely readers, who this chapter was dedicated to! And you guys all wanted PATD in here, so here is Brendon. I'll work the others in here somewhere and possibly the sequel. I might add in a couple of other bandoms along the way, too.

The partial song used was not my own. Any song that I do use is not mine, unless I say otherwise (which is highly unlikely).

Song: Afraid by Yellowcard