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Troubled Beginnings
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Chapter 2
We all fell silent for a long moment. Spencer had invited some random guy to come live in my house. Sure he was our new lead singer and I needed to get used to him, but him living in my house?
"Look, Spence" I began, but he cut me off.
"Ry, I know you're weird about stuff like this but listen. It's only temporary, until he can find his own place around here. He's a neat freak like you, so he won't make a mess and he's quite quiet. Come on buddy?".
I thought about this. If he was quiet and tidy, this wouldn't be a problem. It would still be weird, but at least I wouldn't be living with some slob. I just wasn't used to living with other people. I lived with Spencer for a few months during college, but that was all. My last girlfriend was three years ago, so I've been pretty much a lone ranger. It could be nice. I sighed.
"I suppose I could let him stay for a little while" I said finally, putting my coffee mug down.
"Good" Spencer smiled. "Because he's meeting us here in ten minutes".
"What?" I spluttered. I at least wanted some time to tidy things, and get my place organised. Ten minutes was not enough time.
"Look, Spencer, can't you just call him an-"
I was cut off by the bell on the shop door ringing, and I just knew who it was going to be. I turned around slowly. He was heading towards us, a shy smile on his face. His dark brown hair was tousled and he was stubbly, but his brown eyes still gleamed. He was wearing a black fitted jacket over a White shirt, and some black skin tight jeans.
"Hi Spencer" He said, as he approached. "Hi, you must be Ryan and Jon. Spencer told me lots about you"
"Hello, I'm J-"
"Jon, right?" He cut Jon off. "I'm guessing you're Jon, 'cause Spencer said that Ryan would be the one who looked the most flamboyant". He smirked and I glared at Spencer.
"Please, I'm barely flamboyant" I said indignantly.
"Oh come on Ryan, if I didn't know you so well I'd think you were gay. That'show flamboyant you are" Spencer laughed, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"So Brendon, take a seat. Tell us about yourself" Jon said, suddenly cheery, gesturing to the seat beside Spencer. Spencer scooted over and Brendon sat beside him, opposite me.
"Well, what do you want to know?" He asked, smiling.
"How old are you? What you do for a living? When did you first learn To play guitar? Anything" Jon said, draining his mug of coffee.
"Okay, well I'm twenty three. I work in a bookstore in Chicago. Well, I did. I quit so I could join the band. And I first learned to play guitar at around eight years old when my dad taught me a few chords. I only started singing a few years back". Ah, he was the same age as me and a year younger than Jon and Spencer. That worked.
"What do you think of our band name?" I asked, after a breif silence.
"Oh. I haven't heard it actually. I don't even know what we're called" He laughed, and I grabbed a napkin and a pen from my pocket.
"Panic At The Disco" I said, writing it down. He grinned and nodded, then took the pen. He drew something then smiled.
"It's an exclamation point. Adds effect. And it looks cool too". I studied the words. It did look cool.
"Huh. I like it, it's quirky. I think you'll fit right in with us. Welcome to Panic! At The Disco"
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"Nice place. I like it, it's very tidy". We'd stepped through the doorway of my house, and Brendon had paused to admire every room on the way to his own.
"Mhm. I like it tidy, just so you know. I'm actually surprised you survived a day in Spencer's house, you know. It's like a death trap in there". I opened the door to the spare room and made a vague gesture. "Here you go"
"Thanks" He said, and shut the door right in my face. I was slightly taken aback, but decided to get on with my day the best I could. I grabbed a mug of coffee and locked myself in my music room. I picked up my accoustic guitar and began to strum a gentle melody, humming along. I suddenly got a brainwave, and began furiously scribbling lyrics down on a peice of paper. I managed to peice together a verse and a chorus, and began singing them softly along with the melody I'd created. This song was the one. We decided as a band that we should have a full albums worth of songs prepared, and we only needed one more. I just needed a second, maybe third, verse and I was done. I was quite pleased with my work; I was a known procrastinator and I hardly ever got anything finished on time. I picked up my pen and began to jot down words here and there, and words began forming into sentences. I began scrawling more rapidly, until the page was a blur of scribbles and words. It was perfect. I grinned happily, placing my papers and my mug down on the small oak table at the centre of the room and dashing into the hallway. I dialled Spencers number and tapped my foot anxiously.
"Hel-"
"Spence!" I said happily, cutting him off.
"Ryan! Hey, wha-"
"I've done it, I've written the song!" I cut him off again. "You have to come and hear it, this is the one. I know it!"
"Oh, wow, okay. I'll be right over? How's Brendon settling in?"
"Uhm. Okay, I think. And yeah, come straight over". He mumbled something before the line went dead, and I rolled my eyes before placing the phone back on the table. I headed towards Brendon's room, deciding I should show him the song he would probably end up singing, when I heard a quiet 'thunk', followed by a mumbled 'Shit'. I followed the sound into the music room, and every fibre of my being told me something had happened with regards to my song. I poked my head around the corner to see the brown coffee seeping into the paper, and a frantic Brendon trying to mop it up.
"Oh, shit, sorry, I'm sorry" He noticed me standing there and immediately apologized. I looked at the paper, then back at him, then at the paper.
"My song. My, what were you even doing in here?" I asked, taking the paper from him and heading towards the kitchen.
"I heard you singing earlier and figured you'd written a song, I just wanted to hear it" He followed me as I straightened out the paper and lay it on the window ledge.
"I was going to show you it, before you covered it in coffee" I said, angrily. He's been in my home all of one hour and he has already managed to destroy my song.
"Hey, I apologized. Just saying, as the singer I would need to see it anyway" He said, just as angry. I was taken aback. He couldn't just come into my house and start being a dick.
"Like I said, I was going to show you it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to try and fix this mess" I said, snapping, as I tried to read the coffee-covered words. He muttered something suspiciously like 'asshole' and wandered out. I could tell that this was not going to work out. Maybe I should just tell Spencer that he is a complete ass and we need a new singer. I couldn't do that, though. The guy was fucking talented, and its not as if people were flocking to join us anyway.
"Ryaaaaan" A voice from the hallway yelled.
"Spenceeeeeer" I responded, as he walked into the kitchen.
"So, let me hear it. Have you shown Brendon, he can sing it right?" He was smiling like a happy child, and I huffed. "What? What did you do?"
"What did I do? That moron spilt coffee all over my new song. I didn't do anything"
"Ryan, come on. Can you at least try to get along with him? He isn't a moron, we all make mistakes. Lets just hear the song, yeah?". I hated how parental Spencer could be. He'd always been like it, and it was pissing me off that he was siding with Brendon. I didn't care if he was super talented, he was a jerk.
Somehow, I could see things taking a turn for the worst here.
We all fell silent for a long moment. Spencer had invited some random guy to come live in my house. Sure he was our new lead singer and I needed to get used to him, but him living in my house?
"Look, Spence" I began, but he cut me off.
"Ry, I know you're weird about stuff like this but listen. It's only temporary, until he can find his own place around here. He's a neat freak like you, so he won't make a mess and he's quite quiet. Come on buddy?".
I thought about this. If he was quiet and tidy, this wouldn't be a problem. It would still be weird, but at least I wouldn't be living with some slob. I just wasn't used to living with other people. I lived with Spencer for a few months during college, but that was all. My last girlfriend was three years ago, so I've been pretty much a lone ranger. It could be nice. I sighed.
"I suppose I could let him stay for a little while" I said finally, putting my coffee mug down.
"Good" Spencer smiled. "Because he's meeting us here in ten minutes".
"What?" I spluttered. I at least wanted some time to tidy things, and get my place organised. Ten minutes was not enough time.
"Look, Spencer, can't you just call him an-"
I was cut off by the bell on the shop door ringing, and I just knew who it was going to be. I turned around slowly. He was heading towards us, a shy smile on his face. His dark brown hair was tousled and he was stubbly, but his brown eyes still gleamed. He was wearing a black fitted jacket over a White shirt, and some black skin tight jeans.
"Hi Spencer" He said, as he approached. "Hi, you must be Ryan and Jon. Spencer told me lots about you"
"Hello, I'm J-"
"Jon, right?" He cut Jon off. "I'm guessing you're Jon, 'cause Spencer said that Ryan would be the one who looked the most flamboyant". He smirked and I glared at Spencer.
"Please, I'm barely flamboyant" I said indignantly.
"Oh come on Ryan, if I didn't know you so well I'd think you were gay. That'show flamboyant you are" Spencer laughed, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"So Brendon, take a seat. Tell us about yourself" Jon said, suddenly cheery, gesturing to the seat beside Spencer. Spencer scooted over and Brendon sat beside him, opposite me.
"Well, what do you want to know?" He asked, smiling.
"How old are you? What you do for a living? When did you first learn To play guitar? Anything" Jon said, draining his mug of coffee.
"Okay, well I'm twenty three. I work in a bookstore in Chicago. Well, I did. I quit so I could join the band. And I first learned to play guitar at around eight years old when my dad taught me a few chords. I only started singing a few years back". Ah, he was the same age as me and a year younger than Jon and Spencer. That worked.
"What do you think of our band name?" I asked, after a breif silence.
"Oh. I haven't heard it actually. I don't even know what we're called" He laughed, and I grabbed a napkin and a pen from my pocket.
"Panic At The Disco" I said, writing it down. He grinned and nodded, then took the pen. He drew something then smiled.
"It's an exclamation point. Adds effect. And it looks cool too". I studied the words. It did look cool.
"Huh. I like it, it's quirky. I think you'll fit right in with us. Welcome to Panic! At The Disco"
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"Nice place. I like it, it's very tidy". We'd stepped through the doorway of my house, and Brendon had paused to admire every room on the way to his own.
"Mhm. I like it tidy, just so you know. I'm actually surprised you survived a day in Spencer's house, you know. It's like a death trap in there". I opened the door to the spare room and made a vague gesture. "Here you go"
"Thanks" He said, and shut the door right in my face. I was slightly taken aback, but decided to get on with my day the best I could. I grabbed a mug of coffee and locked myself in my music room. I picked up my accoustic guitar and began to strum a gentle melody, humming along. I suddenly got a brainwave, and began furiously scribbling lyrics down on a peice of paper. I managed to peice together a verse and a chorus, and began singing them softly along with the melody I'd created. This song was the one. We decided as a band that we should have a full albums worth of songs prepared, and we only needed one more. I just needed a second, maybe third, verse and I was done. I was quite pleased with my work; I was a known procrastinator and I hardly ever got anything finished on time. I picked up my pen and began to jot down words here and there, and words began forming into sentences. I began scrawling more rapidly, until the page was a blur of scribbles and words. It was perfect. I grinned happily, placing my papers and my mug down on the small oak table at the centre of the room and dashing into the hallway. I dialled Spencers number and tapped my foot anxiously.
"Hel-"
"Spence!" I said happily, cutting him off.
"Ryan! Hey, wha-"
"I've done it, I've written the song!" I cut him off again. "You have to come and hear it, this is the one. I know it!"
"Oh, wow, okay. I'll be right over? How's Brendon settling in?"
"Uhm. Okay, I think. And yeah, come straight over". He mumbled something before the line went dead, and I rolled my eyes before placing the phone back on the table. I headed towards Brendon's room, deciding I should show him the song he would probably end up singing, when I heard a quiet 'thunk', followed by a mumbled 'Shit'. I followed the sound into the music room, and every fibre of my being told me something had happened with regards to my song. I poked my head around the corner to see the brown coffee seeping into the paper, and a frantic Brendon trying to mop it up.
"Oh, shit, sorry, I'm sorry" He noticed me standing there and immediately apologized. I looked at the paper, then back at him, then at the paper.
"My song. My, what were you even doing in here?" I asked, taking the paper from him and heading towards the kitchen.
"I heard you singing earlier and figured you'd written a song, I just wanted to hear it" He followed me as I straightened out the paper and lay it on the window ledge.
"I was going to show you it, before you covered it in coffee" I said, angrily. He's been in my home all of one hour and he has already managed to destroy my song.
"Hey, I apologized. Just saying, as the singer I would need to see it anyway" He said, just as angry. I was taken aback. He couldn't just come into my house and start being a dick.
"Like I said, I was going to show you it. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to try and fix this mess" I said, snapping, as I tried to read the coffee-covered words. He muttered something suspiciously like 'asshole' and wandered out. I could tell that this was not going to work out. Maybe I should just tell Spencer that he is a complete ass and we need a new singer. I couldn't do that, though. The guy was fucking talented, and its not as if people were flocking to join us anyway.
"Ryaaaaan" A voice from the hallway yelled.
"Spenceeeeeer" I responded, as he walked into the kitchen.
"So, let me hear it. Have you shown Brendon, he can sing it right?" He was smiling like a happy child, and I huffed. "What? What did you do?"
"What did I do? That moron spilt coffee all over my new song. I didn't do anything"
"Ryan, come on. Can you at least try to get along with him? He isn't a moron, we all make mistakes. Lets just hear the song, yeah?". I hated how parental Spencer could be. He'd always been like it, and it was pissing me off that he was siding with Brendon. I didn't care if he was super talented, he was a jerk.
Somehow, I could see things taking a turn for the worst here.
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