Well, she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor

Just for the attention

Cause that’s just ridiculously odd

Well, she sure is going to get it

Here’s the setting

Fashion magazines line the walls now

The walls line the bullet holes

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*----Izzy----*

“Holy shit,” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. There he was… Brendon Urie standing right in front of me. I could have fainted but I didn’t. Thank god. He had matured so much since the last time I saw him. His cheeks were more defined, as well as his muscles. Brendon cut his hair a lot shorter than he had worn it in high school. He had grown taller too. He still wore those glasses though, and his eyes were the same. Oh his eyes. They never fail to make me weak in the knees. Brendon was just as captivating as he’s always been, if not more.

“Izzy,” He breathed out my name and it shook me to the core. The affect he still had on me after all this time was amazing. Blushing slightly, I saw that his eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping at me. The girls around me stared; no… they glared at me and started whispering to each other. I could hear a girl to my right say, not that softly, “How in the world does he know her?”

“Well,” Tristan clapped her hands together and gained back everyone attention. Except for, of course, Brendon’s and mine. We continued to stare at each other and I greedily took him in. I continued to study his features and I noticed some other changes and similarities. Brendon had gained some stubble on his face, I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t sexy, and his lips were still as big as ever, also sexy, but every single circuit I made around his face always brought me back to his eyes. They were an odd mixture of shock, disbelief, sadness and… anger. He was angry with me. Quickly, I dropped my gaze and avoided looking at him. Of course he wouldn’t want to see me.

“Brendon!” Tristan’s voice shook me from my stupor. I glanced up and saw him still staring at me. I shifted under his gaze as well as the ones around me when he didn’t respond.

Brendon. I mouthed and I gestured my head towards Tristan. Finally, he shook his head and glanced up at her with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” He apologized and I took a sharp intake of breath. His voice was deeper now; it was manly. It had gained a smooth, velvety sound to it. His voice almost seemed too perfect to be real. “What were you saying?”

Tristan huffed and rolled her eyes, “Sorry girls,” She addressed us. “Brendon doesn’t seem to be in the best state of mind right now,” She raised an eyebrow at me after she said that. “Well, anyway, Brendon I was asking you to start the competition. You know the reason all these beautiful young women are here,” She gestured to us.

“Right!” He laughed and then gave me another meaningful look. “Well, we’re going to be doing a bit of Trivia first. Start off with the easy questions and then work our way up to the harder ones. The top 10 people will continue on to round 2 and the top 5 will continue on to round 3. Then that’s when we’ll figure out our winner,” Everyone around me started to buzz with excitement.

“Okay, first question,” Tristan, said immediately quieting us down. “The title of the song Nine in The Afternoon is based off of which band members thoughts in Panic!’s practice room?” Hands all around me shot up and I cursed silently at myself for not being fast enough. I knew who it was. It was Spencer. Tristan pointed at a girl in front of me and she giggled nervously.

“Ryan Ross?”

Idiot! I almost had to laugh at her. Realizing I had another chance, I raised my hand quickly. Tristan called on me.

“Spencer Smith,” I said confidently and Tristan smiled at me.

“Correct!”

I looked at Brendon and saw a relived smile on his face. He secretly gave me a thumbs up and I stared at him confused. Okay… maybe he wasn’t mad at me.

“Okay next question,” Brendon said. “Some of the album Pretty. Odd. was filmed in which famous studios?”

My hand shot up again and I felt pleased knowing I was first this time. With a gentle smile Brendon pointed at me.

“Abbey Road Studios.”

“Correct again, Izzy,” He winked at me and luckily none of the girls caught that. They were too busy glaring at me.

“This isn’t fair!” A girl called from the other side of the room.

Tristan put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at her, “And why not?”

“Because he knows her! Shouldn’t this contest just be all fans?”

“I am a fan,” I crossed my arms and she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Yeah right. You’re probably some groupie that’s been following him around all the time and got him to fu…”

“You would know!” I shouted at her and cut off her sentence. I didn’t need to listen to this. “And FYI… I’ve never been a groupie nor will I ever be. I have more dignity then that… Can’t say the same for you,”

“Oh that’s it!” She lunged for me and I stood my ground. Her footing haltered and I guess she expected me to run for the hills. I arched an eyebrow at her, daring her to come anywhere near me.

“Look,” Tristan’s voice was tense as she put a hand out in front of Miss. Fake Blonde. “You don’t like it? Get out. No one asked you to be here. You can either start answering the questions or you can leave right now. Either way you’re going to stop bitching.”

Miss. Fake Blonde huffed but went back to stand next to her friend, equally as fake as her.

“Anyway,” Tristan said. “Next question. Brendon’s favorite color?”

I let the other girls answer this one as well as some others that were about Brendon. It only seemed fair. I knew every little detail about him. I would get these points back. I saw Brendon giving me a weird look and he mouthed, What are you doing? I just shook my head.

“Next question,” He coughed to clear his throat. “When is Panic! At the Disco Day and why?”

I let myself answer this one. My arm shot up and Brendon smiled gratefully at me and pointed.

“August 31st because Panic! Won the VMA for best Video on August 31, 2006 and fans declared that day to be Panic! At the Disco Day.”

“Good job, Iz.”

The questions continued on and I successfully answered most of them. Some of the other girls were quicker than me but I was definitely going to the next round.

“Alright this round is done,” Tristan announced and smiled at all of us sadly. “That means that half of you have to leave now but don’t worry! Those of you who didn’t make it can pick something in the shop outside. Every item is autographed so go start looking! The girls who made it to the next round, Gabriella, Cassie, Hannah, Elena, Naomi, Rachel, Madison, Veronica… Ivy,” She glared at Miss. Fake Blonde, as did I; I hated that she had made it to the next round but I had to hand it to her, she knew her shit. “And Izzy stay back but everyone else, sorry… but you gotta go.” Some of the girls smiled sadly and accepted it while others had to be escorted out kicking and screaming.

Jeez…  

“This round,” Brendon began when everything had calmed down. “Is a game we’d like to call Gimme Gimme.” I relaxed and silently thanked Bree for stuffing almost every Panic! At the Disco item ever made in my bag. “First person to run up here and give me the item I call out gets the point. Are you guys ready?” We all screamed. “Alright… Gimme Gimme any item other than a t-shirt, jacket, CD or poster with the words Panic! At the Disco.”

Frantically I dug through my purse but realized… Hello my belt! I ran up quickly and pointed to my belt. On the front of the belt was the words Panic! At The Disco. Brendon smiled and ran a hand slowly along the words. I watched his hand linger on them and I looked at him shocked.

“What are you doing?” We were still in a room full of other people. What was he thinking?

Brendon smirked slightly at me, “First point goes to, Izzy.”

“Next on the list, anything that is a Northern Downpour item,” Tristan said. I dug through my bag and had just found the membership bracelet when another girl had already beaten me to it. She smiled smugly at me and I glared.

“Next, anyone with our Octo Boy T Shirt.”

Miss. Fake Blonde ran up to the stage and grinned at Brendon with, what I guess she thought was, a seductive smile. She stuck her boobs out in front of Brendon’s face and he shrunk back in his chair uncomfortably.

“Point,” His voice was strained and Miss. Fake Blonde winked at him. Slut.

The round continued on and it was coming down to, Miss. Fake Blonde, Naomi, Rachel, Cassie and I… the other girls had obviously not prepared for a Gimme Gimme competition.

“Sorry girls,” She said to the other 5. “But for getting this far you get something in the shop and a picture with Brendon. So form a line and, quickly, start taking your one and only picture.”

The girls did as she said and I watched as Brendon interacted with his fans. He was definitely happy… I could see that. He loved his fans and he loved his career. It made me happy that I made a good choice by doing what I did. He might not have had all of this if I stayed.

When they had left Tristan began going over the rules for the final round.

“This last round won’t be hard but it won’t be easy either…”

Crap…

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She didn’t choose this role

But she’ll play and make it sincere

So you cry, you cry

(Give me a break)

But they believe it from the tears

And the teeth right down to the blood

At her feet

Boys will be boys

Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams

(Give me a break) 

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I found this chapter extremely hard to write so I apologize if it absolutely sucks but you all know what I'm going through right? Basically, that one chapter where you know what you want to say but it just doesn't come out right? Yeah... that... 

Haha well anyway, before anyone starts asking... I am aware that PATD broke up and I was absolutely heart-broken so... Since this is my story and my own little made-up world.... PANIC DID NOT BREAK UP! Lol, what a dream come true that would be. I mean, honestly, I love the new Panic but I just think the band was a lot more balanced out and better with the original members (aside from Brent -_- I love Jon) 

Well, let me know what you thought :) This chapter actually came out a lot faster than I was thinking. I'm trying to drag out the chapters because we're half way through with the story and I hadn't realized how fast it had gone by. I'm trying to prolong this story as much as I can. But that's not working out... You all just get me so excited to update! 

Thank you all :) I appreciate and love each and every one of you that comment, vote and fan :) 

Song: Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco