I grabbed the stuff from the car while Spencer and Dallon set up Rockband. "Hey, Brendon. Where should I leave my overcoat, cane, and tophat?"

He laughed at my song reference and said, "With the doorman."

I giggled as I put my things in my room. As. I finished putting my things away, I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Dallon yelled from across the bus.

I opened the door to see Pete Wentz and Tyson Ritter on the steps. Play it cool, Lisa. Play it cool. They're only two of your favorite pop punk artists ever.

"Come in, guys. We're about to play Swing Swing on Rockband. "

"Cool." Pete said, picking up a guitar.

"You listen to All-American Rejects, huh?" Tyson asked me.

"There are people who don't? Their music is awesome. But, I'd guess you already knew that, being the lead singer and all." I said enthusiastically.

"Thanks. I guess this is where I'd introduce myself, but you seem to know who I am, but I've no idea who you are." Tyson replied.

"I'm Lisa."

"So, are we gonna play, or are we gonna stand around talking 'til daybreak?" Pete said, pointing to the PS3.

"Let's rock!" I say, trying to be silly.

The song started.

Days swiftly come and go
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys,
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall

Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me
Find a way to carry on again?

Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She know I was wrong
The notes are old
They bend, they fold
And so do I to a new love

Did you think that I would cry
On the phone?
Do you know what it feels like
Being alone?
I'll find someone new.

Swing swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me
Find a way to carry on again?

BURY ME!!!
You thought your problems were gone
CARRY ME
Away, away, away

Swing swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me
Find a way to carry on again

Swing swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me
Find a way to carry on again?

Swing swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me
Find a way to carry on again?

"So, what'd you guys think?" I asked as the song ended. I was met by applause, whoops, hollering, and whistles from everyone on the bus.

"That was really good. " Tyson said, still clapping.

"Gee, thanks, Mr. Ritter." I said, starting to blush.

"Please, just Tyson or Ty. I don't like formalities."

"Hear, hear," the guys on the bus said in unison.

"So, how about Carry On, My Wayward Son next?"

"I can dig that." Rose said, taking the drum sticks away from Spencer.

So, we played that, Lips of an Angel, American Pie, American Idiot, Bring Me To Life, All The Small Things, Sugar We're Going Down, Helena, The Black Parade, and The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage. The guys let me sing every song. Hrrm, I don't know why, though. Afterwards, we ate pizza, drank Dr. Pepper, and watched Doctor Who.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

The girl in the video is what I think Lisa would sound like (a little bit. I can't find an exact match. Oh, well.)

Don't Keep Calm and Panic! At The Disco.