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1 - I May Be Blind, But I See More Than You Know
3 ReviewsLou Jones' brother Chris is a roadie for Panic! At the Disco. When he introduces her to the band, they soon take a liking to her, despite her being... 'different'. A Spencer fic.
Okay, so this is my new Panic! story. It's a Spencer story, and I'm sorry that this first chapter is really short and I've given you guys hardly anything to go with. But I promise, if you jut bear with me, it will get better! Reviews are always appreciated.
“Chris! Slow down; you’re practically ripping my arm off!” I said exasperatedly, as I was pulled down a corridor. My older brother laughed, his voice echoing loudly and bouncing off the walls.
“Keep up, Lou!” he called back over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked breathlessly. On either side of us, murmured voices escaped the confines of rooms and reached my ears. I still had no clue where I was going. I gave a little yelp as Chris suddenly changed directions, almost yanking my arm out of my socket in the process. I could practically feel his grin that I knew would be stretched across his face.
“You’ll see,” was the only reply I got.
People passed us from the opposite direction, greeting my brother and being greeted in return. Chris had recently started a new job working for a new and upcoming band – Panic! At the Disco. Or so he told me. I knew vaguely who they were; everyone did, especially when their songs always received prime playing on the airwaves. I didn’t exactly know what his job entitled – I think he was a roadie of some sort – but he seemed really excited, since the band had just started their first ever headlining tour in North America.
“Chris! Would you just…” I trailed off as I was dragged down yet another corridor. I sighed. I was starting to get a little pissed. All I knew was that Chris had picked me up from our parent’s house, stuck me in a car with him for an hour and driven me to this strange place. All without telling me where the fuck we were going or what he was doing.
“It’s not much further, I promise!” he told me. I groaned. What was not much further?
Finally, Chris came to a stop outside a door. From behind it, I could hear people talking and the faint sound of music being played. He turned to me. “Wait here,” he said, before letting go of my hand. As he entered the room, I heard the voices stop and the music being turned down. My sharp ears picked up the chords of a Blink-182 song. Chris spoke a few words then returned to where he had left me standing in the hall by myself. I had been starting to feel a bit self conscious, and had let my head lower itself so my gaze was directed at the floor. He grabbed my hand again, leading me into the room. I shuffled slowly, keeping my gaze lowered and hiding my face behind a curtain of hair that had fallen in my face.
“Guys, this is my sister, Lou Jones,” Chris said, and I could feel him motioning at me with his free hand. “Lou, I’d like you to meet the guys. This is Jon, Brendon, Ryan and Spencer. Otherwise known as Panic! At the Disco,” he added. I kept my face down as I heard the guys say hello. So this was what he wanted to show me?
“Lift your face,” Chris hissed out of the corner his mouth. I sighed heavily, and reluctantly lifted my head, letting the hair that had covered my face fall back into its normal spot. I could almost feel the tension in the room rise a little bit, and I heard a sharp intake of breath coming from my left as the band noticed my eyes.
Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention that I’m blind?
“Chris! Slow down; you’re practically ripping my arm off!” I said exasperatedly, as I was pulled down a corridor. My older brother laughed, his voice echoing loudly and bouncing off the walls.
“Keep up, Lou!” he called back over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked breathlessly. On either side of us, murmured voices escaped the confines of rooms and reached my ears. I still had no clue where I was going. I gave a little yelp as Chris suddenly changed directions, almost yanking my arm out of my socket in the process. I could practically feel his grin that I knew would be stretched across his face.
“You’ll see,” was the only reply I got.
People passed us from the opposite direction, greeting my brother and being greeted in return. Chris had recently started a new job working for a new and upcoming band – Panic! At the Disco. Or so he told me. I knew vaguely who they were; everyone did, especially when their songs always received prime playing on the airwaves. I didn’t exactly know what his job entitled – I think he was a roadie of some sort – but he seemed really excited, since the band had just started their first ever headlining tour in North America.
“Chris! Would you just…” I trailed off as I was dragged down yet another corridor. I sighed. I was starting to get a little pissed. All I knew was that Chris had picked me up from our parent’s house, stuck me in a car with him for an hour and driven me to this strange place. All without telling me where the fuck we were going or what he was doing.
“It’s not much further, I promise!” he told me. I groaned. What was not much further?
Finally, Chris came to a stop outside a door. From behind it, I could hear people talking and the faint sound of music being played. He turned to me. “Wait here,” he said, before letting go of my hand. As he entered the room, I heard the voices stop and the music being turned down. My sharp ears picked up the chords of a Blink-182 song. Chris spoke a few words then returned to where he had left me standing in the hall by myself. I had been starting to feel a bit self conscious, and had let my head lower itself so my gaze was directed at the floor. He grabbed my hand again, leading me into the room. I shuffled slowly, keeping my gaze lowered and hiding my face behind a curtain of hair that had fallen in my face.
“Guys, this is my sister, Lou Jones,” Chris said, and I could feel him motioning at me with his free hand. “Lou, I’d like you to meet the guys. This is Jon, Brendon, Ryan and Spencer. Otherwise known as Panic! At the Disco,” he added. I kept my face down as I heard the guys say hello. So this was what he wanted to show me?
“Lift your face,” Chris hissed out of the corner his mouth. I sighed heavily, and reluctantly lifted my head, letting the hair that had covered my face fall back into its normal spot. I could almost feel the tension in the room rise a little bit, and I heard a sharp intake of breath coming from my left as the band noticed my eyes.
Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention that I’m blind?
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