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If I Die Young
5 ReviewsValerie is the new guitarist for P!ATD. Will she fall head over heels or just face first in the pavement?
"Shut up, Valerie!" My sister called from her bedroom.
"But Lexie, I need to practice." I begged. I put my guitar down and walked to the bedroom next to me.
"Please, 30 more minutes." I began.
"Val, I'm sorry, I don't want to be a Negative Nelly or anything but what are the odds of you getting that position? How many people do you think are going to be trying out? How many people have dedicated their entire life to this? You've only been doing this for a couple of years. You're really good, don't get me wrong but don't you think they may be looking for a guy? Or even if they are interested in a girl member, they aren't going to choose you. They'll choose a blonde, not a red head. Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart."
"How am I suppose to know if I don't try? I know I'm good enough. If they don't see that then they don't deserve me in their band anyways. You're selfishness won't stop my dreams. The only thing that will stop my dreams are me." The only reason Lexie was putting up such an argument was because she wanted to talk to her boyfriend in peace and quiet.
"Fine. You have 15 minutes. Some people are trying to sleep." I would take great advantage of those 15 minutes.
"Thanks, Lex. Bye." I rushed out of the room and went back to playing. I needed every bit of practice I could get. Tomorrow would be a big day.
After my 15 minutes was up I respected Lexie's wish and put up my guitar. I needed to get to sleep early anyways. As I was lying in bed I began thinking about what I may have in store for me. If I got this job my entire life would change, for the best I hoped.
I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of dancing plums and fairy tales, and gigantic walking marshmallows. But I also had a dream about becoming famous, living the life I'd always wanted to live, and eventually falling in love.
My eyes opened, reacting harshly to the light. Temptation to roll over and go back to sleep flooded my veins but I ignored it.
Walking to my closet, I ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to wear. I picked out a casual pair of skinny jeans, a vintage purple band tee and a black blazer. I hoped I looked professional enough.
I walked to the mirror and put some eyeliner, mascara, and purple eye shadow on. Satisfied with my green eyes, I moved onto my hair. I didn't try to straighten it like I often did. I just left it wild and curly.
I drove to the studio in my little neon and what I saw scared me to death. The parking lot was jammed pack with people. I never expected this.
When I walked inside I saw two doors. One labeled "Appointments" and another labeled "Non-Appointments". I felt relieved that I had signed up 3 months earlier. My try out was at 1:03. I had 20 minutes to wait.
My turn seemed hours away but when they finally called my name I knew it was real. I walked into the room and saw Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith waiting for me.
"I'm Valerie Grigori. I'm trying out for lead guitar." I first played, I Constantly Thank God For Esteban. Then moved on to New Perspective. I was really excited to play That Green Gentlemen, I was also singing a few parts in it.
After finishing I was so nervous about how I did. Brendon had a huge smile on his face. "Would you like to pick a song from another band to play?"
"Sure, this is Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance." I played the song perfectly.
"Get Pete in here! Now!" Brendon instructed a security guard. Pete Wentz was soon in the room.
"Choose another song." Spencer said.
"Ignorance by Paramore," I started playing the beginning of the song silently then started humming it. I was alternating between the rhythm parts and the lead parts.
By the time I finished Brendon, Pete, and Spencer were in deep conversation. "I'm telling you we've found her!" Spencer yelled at Brendon.
"But she's a girl. Our band is a guy band," Brendon mumbled. Spencer rolled his eyes at him, "You're ridiculous. She's perfect."
"Never said she wasn't but do you think this will change the band too much?" Brendon's question was geared toward Pete this time.
"I think she's perfect." Maybe I did have a chance at this. Pete grabbed a sheet of music then came to stand by me. "Are you familiar with Fall Out Boy's music?"
"Honestly, not exactly. I'm familiar with the songs. I've never played the music though."
"Great. Then, try playing this song for us." He passed over the sheet of music titled, I Don't Care.
After I was finished, the three guys were silent until Brendon spoke up. "You're on, Valerie. Welcome to Panic! At The Disco."
"But Lexie, I need to practice." I begged. I put my guitar down and walked to the bedroom next to me.
"Please, 30 more minutes." I began.
"Val, I'm sorry, I don't want to be a Negative Nelly or anything but what are the odds of you getting that position? How many people do you think are going to be trying out? How many people have dedicated their entire life to this? You've only been doing this for a couple of years. You're really good, don't get me wrong but don't you think they may be looking for a guy? Or even if they are interested in a girl member, they aren't going to choose you. They'll choose a blonde, not a red head. Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart."
"How am I suppose to know if I don't try? I know I'm good enough. If they don't see that then they don't deserve me in their band anyways. You're selfishness won't stop my dreams. The only thing that will stop my dreams are me." The only reason Lexie was putting up such an argument was because she wanted to talk to her boyfriend in peace and quiet.
"Fine. You have 15 minutes. Some people are trying to sleep." I would take great advantage of those 15 minutes.
"Thanks, Lex. Bye." I rushed out of the room and went back to playing. I needed every bit of practice I could get. Tomorrow would be a big day.
After my 15 minutes was up I respected Lexie's wish and put up my guitar. I needed to get to sleep early anyways. As I was lying in bed I began thinking about what I may have in store for me. If I got this job my entire life would change, for the best I hoped.
I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of dancing plums and fairy tales, and gigantic walking marshmallows. But I also had a dream about becoming famous, living the life I'd always wanted to live, and eventually falling in love.
My eyes opened, reacting harshly to the light. Temptation to roll over and go back to sleep flooded my veins but I ignored it.
Walking to my closet, I ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to wear. I picked out a casual pair of skinny jeans, a vintage purple band tee and a black blazer. I hoped I looked professional enough.
I walked to the mirror and put some eyeliner, mascara, and purple eye shadow on. Satisfied with my green eyes, I moved onto my hair. I didn't try to straighten it like I often did. I just left it wild and curly.
I drove to the studio in my little neon and what I saw scared me to death. The parking lot was jammed pack with people. I never expected this.
When I walked inside I saw two doors. One labeled "Appointments" and another labeled "Non-Appointments". I felt relieved that I had signed up 3 months earlier. My try out was at 1:03. I had 20 minutes to wait.
My turn seemed hours away but when they finally called my name I knew it was real. I walked into the room and saw Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith waiting for me.
"I'm Valerie Grigori. I'm trying out for lead guitar." I first played, I Constantly Thank God For Esteban. Then moved on to New Perspective. I was really excited to play That Green Gentlemen, I was also singing a few parts in it.
After finishing I was so nervous about how I did. Brendon had a huge smile on his face. "Would you like to pick a song from another band to play?"
"Sure, this is Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance." I played the song perfectly.
"Get Pete in here! Now!" Brendon instructed a security guard. Pete Wentz was soon in the room.
"Choose another song." Spencer said.
"Ignorance by Paramore," I started playing the beginning of the song silently then started humming it. I was alternating between the rhythm parts and the lead parts.
By the time I finished Brendon, Pete, and Spencer were in deep conversation. "I'm telling you we've found her!" Spencer yelled at Brendon.
"But she's a girl. Our band is a guy band," Brendon mumbled. Spencer rolled his eyes at him, "You're ridiculous. She's perfect."
"Never said she wasn't but do you think this will change the band too much?" Brendon's question was geared toward Pete this time.
"I think she's perfect." Maybe I did have a chance at this. Pete grabbed a sheet of music then came to stand by me. "Are you familiar with Fall Out Boy's music?"
"Honestly, not exactly. I'm familiar with the songs. I've never played the music though."
"Great. Then, try playing this song for us." He passed over the sheet of music titled, I Don't Care.
After I was finished, the three guys were silent until Brendon spoke up. "You're on, Valerie. Welcome to Panic! At The Disco."
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