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Chapter 1- Introductions and Formalities.
Flashback- (15th August 2009)
About 50 people- possibly more, were crowding round something at King’s Cross Station, and I was willing to bet it wasn’t Harry Potter. I was waiting for my train home- I’d been in London visiting my old friends Dougie Poynter and Tom Fletcher at their house. What was all this commotion about? It wasn’t usually this busy at this time of the day. I pulled one of my earphones out, making the sound of Butterflies and Hurricanes- Muse much quieter, and heard frantic screaming. What? Then I saw Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Jon Walker and Spencer Smith.
I walked over to the group of screaming girls, and yelled “OH MY GOD! IS THAT PETE WENTZ? HE’S SO HOT!” Of course, the girls went running over in that direction, and one of them said, “Oh wow, yeah,” How she saw him I don’t know, he wasn’t really there. The train came then and Panic! got on it, as did I, and we ended up in the same carriage. “Hey, thanks!” said Ryan, “You saved our skinny asses back there!” Spencer smirked, “You mean Jon, Your and My skinny asses. Brendon’s ass can’t be labelled as skinny, really!” “Oh, Spence, you’re so funny!!” Said Brendon, rolling on the floor, pretending to be in hysterics! “Dude, get up,” said Spencer, “Your ass is gonna fall out your pants!” Ryan smirked at this, and Jon just rolled his eyes. “I’m Philippa,” I said, “But most people just call me Pippa.” “Nice to meet you,” said Brendon, who had sat down in the vacant seat beside me, because he knew Spencer wouldn’t get him there.
And that’s how I ended up living with Brendon and Ryan in Las Vegas. I’m 18 now, I was 15 when all of that happened. Spence and Brendon are 23, Ryan is 25, and Jon is 26.
Anyway, I was enjoying a nice sleep, when I was woken up by a very, very hyper Brendon, jumping on my bed. “Brendon, it’s 6 in the morning, what the hell are you doing?” I asked. “Jumping on you, cos you should be up by now!,” He exclaimed. “Is RyRo awake?” I sat up groggily, and Brendon shook his head. “English people sound funny in the morning!” “Oi, Urie, shut your face!” I was properly awake by now, and I could see Brendon properly, wearing only his boxer shorts. “Get dressed.” I said, pushing him away as he tried to get into my bed. “that’s why I’m here, I need some pants.” I frowned, “But you’re wearing- Oh, trousers, right, yeah. Here,” I handed him a pair of jeans he’d bought me a while ago, black, like most of my jeans. “Okay, now go!” I said, playfully pushing him out of the door.
I took a quick shower, dried and straightened my hair, which Brendon had recently dyed chocolate brown for me, cos I was getting fed up of the light brown hair it was. I’d asked for purple dip dye, but he said I had to wait for that. I put on some black skinny jeans, similar to the ones I’d just leant Brendon. (we take the same size, cos he wears women’s jeans- he can’t get his big arse in normal men’s jeans.)
I grabbed a purple t-shirt and a grey hoodie, pulled my red Converse on to my feet, grabbed my phone and earphones, and went down the stairs. “Hey Brendon,” I said. He was in the kitchen, making what looked like pancakes, but I wasn’t sure if they were safe to eat or not. “Hey Pippa,” he smirked. I scowled back, but just then, Ryan came down the stairs in just boxers. (Yes, you get used to it after a while). I averted my eyes and said, “Get dressed stupid, you’ve got band practise this morning!” Brendon laughed at him, as he went back upstairs, tripped, and swore, very loudly. The doorbell rang. “8-o’clock, seriously, who’s that?” “Spencer and Jon.” Brendon said. “Brenny, can I join in with your practise this morning for a bit?” I could see Brendon thinking about it, he pulls such a funny face when he’s thinking. Then, I knew he had thought enough and he said, “My bed gets awfully lonely at night,” he said, “Maybe, you could, erm, come and fill the empty space?” “Fine,” I said. I loved singing with Panic!. It was always so funny, because Brendon would do nothing. “Urie.” I said, suddenly. “What?” He asked. “You better use protection!” he smirked, “Of course I will.”
“C’mon B-Den!” shouted someone from the basement, with their mouthful. Spencer. “Yeah, we’re ready. Ryan’s here too!” “Coming!” He shouted. When we got there, Jon frowned. “Why’s Pippa here?” Brendon raised his eyebrows, “we’ve got a deal, you wanna talk or shall I?” he said. “You can,” I replied. “Basically, I said she could sing on a couple of songs if she promises to sleep in my bed later.” Brendon said. Spencer smiled. “Have fun English girl.” He said. “Shut it, American boy!” I replied, grinning. Brendon kissed my cheek. “Save it for later Urie.” I smacked him away. “So what shall we practise?” Ryan said. “Can we do I write sins not tragedies?” I begged. “Okay, fine.” Said Jon, and Ryan started playing. Brendon went and sat on top of his grand piano, texting. “Brendon. You could actually play that piano, rather than using it as a seat.” He looked confused, “I thought that was what you’re meant to use it for?” What an idiot. They began playing again, and I sang, “Oh, well imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words. ‘What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding’ says a bridesmaid to- and yes but what a shame, what a shame that BRENDON IS A WHORE!” He frowned, stood up and grabbed the mic. “That’s not fair. You’re leaving right now!” I smirked. “I know, I’ve got a secret meeting.” He grimaced. “Fine, see you later, don’t be late for fun time!!” I laughed. “I’m sorry, calling you a whore is not fair? Of course it is! You’ll probably have done it with Ryan, Spence, Jon, and the next door neighbours cat by the time I get back. Bye guys.” I grabbed my bag, and went outside, picking up Brendon’s car keys. I got into his VW Golf, and drove off down the road to my friend Alice’s. She’d recently moved In with her uncle Matt Bellamy, (OMG), his fiancée, Kate Hudson and their baby Bing. I knocked on the door, and Matt answered. “oh hey, Pippa, I thought you were Dom and Chris. Are you looking for my niece?” I nodded. “ALICE! PIPPA’S HERE!” He screamed up the stairs. She came running down, in her bright blue skinnies, (she took after her uncle with her jeans). “Are you wearing Brendon’s jeans again?” She asked. “No, but he’s wearing mine today!” I giggled. She rolled her eyes. “We’ve got that meeting, remember?” I said. “Got your drumsticks?” She checked her bag, then said, “Oh crap, OI, UNCLE MATT!” Matt came back to the door. “do you have any drumsticks I can borrow, can’t find mine.” He nodded, “That’s because you left yours at Dom’s place. There’s some of his spares here though!” he went into the other room and grabbed Dom’s drumsticks. “See you both later!” We climbed into my (Brendon’s) car, and Alice said, “Where are we going?” I grinned. “You’ll see! But you will love it! And you can thank Ryan for it all!” “What about Brendon?” she said. I shook my head. “He thinks I’m at slags anonymous. I’m sleeping with him tonight.” She smirked. “I hope he remembers his protection.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be asking RyRo to check before he comes anywhere near me!” She smiled. We arrived at the place I’d told Lauren to meet me with Nicole. “Hi!” I shouted, getting out of the car, and running over to the steps of the huge mansion we’d pulled up at. “Welcome to Pete Wentz’ house!” They all looked at me in shock, and I knocked on the door. “Coming!” we heard someone shout. The door opened, and Pete was stood their. When he realised who I was, he said, “Hi Pippa! You still dating Urie?” I frowned. “I was never dating Brendon…” He shook his head. “Really?!” I nodded. “So who are these pretty ladies?” he pointed to my friends. “Oh, urm, this is Alice Bellamy, Nicole Felton, and Lauren Styles. And I’m Pippa Howard.” He nodded, “hey I know that! Are you sure you’re not Pippa Urie?” I gave him evils. “Okay, kidding. Come on in, the practise room’s this way!”
We followed Pete along a fancy corridor, and ended up in a huge room, filled with several different guitars, a grand piano and a drum kit!
“So, give it what you got ladies.” Pete said, and sat on a sofa. “I’m sorry, Pete, can I just get a pic of you using a sofa to show to Brendon? He loves sitting on top of his piano, even though we’ve told him it’s not normal!!” Pete shook his head, “That guy is mad! Sure, snap away.” I took a quick picture on my phone, which I then texted to Brendon, saying: ‘Oi, you whore; this is what you’re meant to sit on haha xxxx’
I sat down at the piano, as did Alice at the drums. Nicole picked up her guitar, and Lauren grabbed a bass. “So this song is called Dragon Ball!” I said, and started playing the main piano riff. (A/N This song is actually a McFly demo, but for this story, it belongs to Pippa’s band, and they wrote it!)
“Picking up the pieces, of my heart left on the floor, like it was written in the stars, that I was meant for something more. Now I’m the one that’ll be fighting everybody’s wars. Will I survive? I must survive!” Nicole and Lauren came in with their guitars at that point, and Alice started hitting the cymbal softly. “I’m on the run, from everyone, where moons and suns collide. My backs up against the wall, I’ll never fall, when I find all the draa-a-aagon balls!!” and we ended the song!
Pete applauded loudly, and said, “Wow guys, when can you start?” We all exchanged high-fives, and I hugged Pete, who said, “You guys better go home and tell your families the good news. Pippa, I hear that you and Brendon have a make-out session planned for tonight?”
I gasped, “Don’t remind me! How did you know?” he laughed. “Brendon told me, of course.” I clenched my fists. “I’m gonna kill him!”
“Now now, please don’t kill the front man of the band you’re gonna be touring with!” We all gasped now. “We’re touring with Panic!?” I asked. “Yep! And us!” said Pete. My friends all high-fived again, and I said, “Oh goodie, it’ll be like being at home, but with the whole band, not just Ryan and Brenny.” Everyone laughed at that. “When do we leave?” asked Lauren. “Erm tomorrow!” said Pete, in an annoying voice! “What?” I said. “Guys, come over to mine. We need a serious practise session!” and we all left, Lauren and Nicole following me and Alice in Lauren’s car.
When we arrived back, I knocked on the door, and Brendon answered it. “Not today thank you.” He said, slamming the door, but I was too quick. I put my foot there, and said, “Brendon let us in. We have to practise!” He frowned and opened the door. “Practise what?”
“Well,” said Lauren, “You know how you guys are going on tour tomorrow?” Brendon nodded. “We’re coming too.” Exclaimed Nicole. “Oh my god!” said Brendon. “You know what that means?” I shook my head, “what does it mean B-Den?” He grinned, “It means there are going to be lots more opportunities to make out!” I grimaced. “You’re gross. Tonight is a one off. Now move, let us practise, you big meanie.” I pushed him out of the way, and my band mates followed me down to the basement. “We need to practise,” announced Nicole. “Yeah!” Alice said. “Sorry, guys, we’re going on tour tomorrow, so we need to practise more than you!” said Jon. I shook my head. “We’re going on tour tomorrow too! With you and Fall Out Boy!” Jon early fell out of his chair, and Spencer actually did! “I knew it!” exclaimed Ryan, running over to hug me. I love Ryan, as a best mate, he’s amazing. Brendon is great, but he’s better for well- other things. Ryan has a girlfriend, so I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things. Her name is Hope. She’s a bitch. She’s coming on tour tomorrow. Which I’m not happy about. I’ll get the ‘you’re to young to be with Brendon’ talk… Again. Great.
“Okay, sorry guys,” said Jon, “take it away. Mind if we listen?” We shook our heads. “Nah, you’ll be hearing us play soon anyway. Ryan’s already heard us,” said Alice, sitting down in Spencer’s seat, and getting ready to start. We played Dragon Ball through once, and then we practised Teenage (A/N another demo by McFly, but in this story it’s Pippa’s band’s.), Eighteen, Yesterday, Silver Scars, Yellow Scissors, Right About Now, Whatever You Say, and Forget About What You’re Doing And Follow Me.
Brendon hummed along to all of them, apart from Whatever You Say, which he somehow knew all of the words to. “Wow!” exclaimed Spencer when we were done, “You girls are awesome!!” I grinned, “Cheers Spence! Girls, don’t you think that you should go home and pack, we’ll be going early in the morning, and you all need to pack, as do we!” I said, motioning to myself, Brendon and Ryan. “Yeah, C’mon Spence, we’d better pack” said Jon, and they left, taking their instruments with them. Well, Jon took his guitar. Spencer took his drumsticks.
“Bye everyone,” Brendon said, as they all left. “I’m going to pack,” said Ryan. “Me too, and so is Brendon.” I dragged him up the stairs. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you and you help me? Deal?” I said.
“whatever,” he said, and went into his bright red bedroom. “right, so you need stage clothes, and normal clothes, and going out clothes.” I said, going over to his wardrobe. As I reached to open it, he said, “don’t open it!” I frowned. “What are you hiding?” I opened the door, and was attacked by about three million bow ties, countless pairs of trousers, lots of waistcoats and twice as many patterned, button down shirts. “Do you actually have any normal clothes?” I asked, picking a top hat off my head. “Yeah, they’re In the drawers, retard!” he exclaimed, opening the drawer, and revealing jeans, t-shirts and hoodies. “Oh!” I said, rolling my eyes. “ok, so pack some socks and underwear, I’ll sort this stuff.” I said, picking up a handful of the bowties, all of which were the same colour. Black. “how many bowties do you need?” I asked. “Lots, I wear a different one every show.” So I packed at least 20 bowties, making sure there were extra too. “Trousers.” I said, holding some up. “Not those, they’re too tight. No, those are too long, too short, too baggy, too loose, too annoying.” I sighed. “are there any that actually fit you?” He nodded, grabbing 2 or 3 pairs, and saying “These, and the ones you have in your hand at the moment. “So that makes four pairs. “There should be some more somewhere.” “Found some!” I said, triumphantly, holding up a pair, and then seeing another pair, which I also packed. “you can choose some shirts and waistcoats,” he said. I packed about 20 of each, and put them in the bag. “Top hat?” I asked. His phone rang, “Oh hi! Mm hmm, yeah, oh, awesome. Thanks, bye!”
“Who was that?” I asked.
“tour manager.” He replied.
“Why?”
“We’re all getting new costumes tomorrow morning, for the last show!”
“That’s cool!” I said, wondering if we got cool costumes.
“and, he said that you guys are getting special costumes on your last show, and that we’re all doing a song together on the last night!!”
“WOW!” I exclaimed.
“Right, now to pack your stuff, I’ve finished mine!” Brendon said.
“Okay,” I said, so we moved onto my stuff.
“I need green jeans, all 4 pairs, and white/black stripy t-shirts. There should be some in the wardrobe.” I said to Brendon. “And I need… There’s my glasses!!” I picked up my bright pink ray-bans which I sometimes wore. “Normal black jeans Brendon, 3 pairs.” I said. “t-shirts with weird pictures and stuff on them.” He packed them for me.
“Bow tie.” I said. “what?” He asked. “Bow tie.” I repeated. “On the second to last night we’re going on stage dressed as you guys!” I replied, putting some dressy going out clothes into the bag. Hair stuff, shower bag, make-up. “Brendon, you got make up in your bag?” He nodded. “Cool!” I said, and put my straighteners in the bag, along with my hairdryer. “Awesome, can I borrow those?” Brendon asked. “You usually do, so yeah.” I replied. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, and ran downstairs, told Ryan something, then ran back up. “Hoodies, Brendon!” I said, as I grabbed a couple of dresses (not that I’d wear them,) just in case. We dragged our bags downstairs, chucked some shoes in them, and decided that it was late, and that we should go to bed. “Night guys,” I said, and went upstairs, closely followed by Brendon. “Come on Pippa, remember the deal?!” He got in my bed with me. And you can guess what happened next!