(No, I didn't change the title of the song. I put the other part in brackets so the title made more sense. Anyway, without further ado, let's get started!)

'Next time!? What are you thinking, (Y/n)!?' I scolded myself, me and Brendon are only barely passed acquaintances! I mentally face-palmed and began helping the band (or, really the other people who helped with making music. Considering the fact that Brendon is the only one really in the band.) set up. I soon realized that we were about to start actually making music together so I went to go change into my band outfit. (Remember that thing? I feel really bad about choosing something for you guys but I thought it looked nice.) When I came out of the bathroom the band was still setting up some, I walked out and started helping. One of the members looked at me, then we finished setting up. Because I was the newest member I was more than a little excited, who wouldn't be!? I'm the only other member of Panic! At The Disco, there really is no one else but people who help to add things to the songs to make them perfect, me and Brendon! Before we played our first song one of the people there asked me to go with them to talk about the band and where I would be and how this would work. I followed them to across the house when they finally turned to me, he seemed serious, but there was a hint of silliness on his face.
"Okay," he began in a near whisper, trying to hold in laughter. "I know Brendon a lot better than you do so I'm going to tell you the honest truth; Brendon might try to hit on you." He suddenly busted out laughing, clutching his stomach and almost falling over.
"Sorry, Sorry." He apologized, sorting himself out again. "It's just how crazy it is that you would dress like that and not assume someone, especially him, wouldn't try and flirt with you!" He laughed a little bit more and patted my back.
"Just be careful." And with those last few words, he went by me and back to where everyone else was, leaving me confused, and maybe just a little excited... also angry, considering that he had just told me that my outfit was a problem. I couldn't complain too much, though.... Brandon Urie might like me!

Well? How was it? I noticed that this story was getting kinda popular... *cough*... So I decided to continue it! Let me know what the next chapter should be (nothing too rushed, please)! Catcha meter ma Mellow Shmallows! ;3