Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat
There I was, at the concert standing in the front. Ryan kept trying to catch my eye and I kept avoiding his gaze. When he wasn't looking I took lots of photos of him. Ones of his face in serious concentration as he played his guitar. Ones of his face contorted into some sort of indecent pleasure as Brendon came closer and closer to him. A few shots of him smiling as the audience sung along. I wasn't stupid enough to take pictures of just him and I got my fair share of the rest of the band.
As soon as Lying is The Most Fun came on I froze. I couldn't help it, I still couldn't help but feel so bad when I heard that song. It was almost as if he was taunting me and I hate being taunted. Ask Sarah.
After the concert Sarah grabbed my hand and led me backstage. okay Dylan don't panic. Ha ha, get it panic! Okay that was bad. You are defiantly panicking Dylan. You don't have to do anything, just sit there so that you can drive Sarah home after. You don't even have to look at Ryan...Oh my God he looks so...HOT!
As we walked backstage I saw that there were many people /scratch that rabid fan girls /standing around, talking to the guys, getting things signed.
"- one by one." I heard as I tuned back in. "Are you listening to me?"
"One by one." I said, guessing the rest, "You're going to interview them one by one. I heard and I don't care."
"Who should I do first?" I raised my eyebrows. I could never just raise one. "You know what I mean."
"Maybe you should wait until the teenies get lost and invest in a life." I said. "Oh my gosh I wanna have Brendon's Babies!"
I smiled as she laughed. I looked at the girl who had been my friend for years. She had known me for longer than Tiffany but when Tiffany came along I sort of ditched Sarah. I feel so bad about it looking back and I wish more than anything that I hadn't left Sarah but she said she forgave me and for that I owe her.
So backstage with nothing to do I decided to take some pictures of the members of the band interacting with their fans. I usually find that watching a band meet and greet their fans is the best part of the job. To see the genuine smiles on their faces is nothing short of amazing.
Not - so - soon after I had watched the fans leave until soon it was Sarah and I left with the band. I had already taken my pictures so I could leave if I wanted. But then again I was Sarah's ride home so I couldn't leave if I wanted.
"So-" Sarah started before being rather harshly interrupted by Ryan who had suddenly decided to snap his phone shut in a huff. I couldn't help but smile, he was the cutest thing I had ever seen when he's angry.
I was sitting on the sofa in the (yes you guessed it) hotel room when all of a sudden Ryan came into the room. He was such a light weight (literally) that he didn't make much noise no matter how much he stomped. He looked in a really bad mood, as if he was angry at the world. He sat down next to me and hastily kissed me on the cheek. ON THE CHEEK. That like never happens with us. It was kind of freaky. I looked up to ask what was wrong and the look on his face was enough to cause a smirk to rise over my features.
He kept looking at me and then looking away all the while my eyes were glued to his face. He had the cutest, cartoon-like angry face that I had ever seen and I couldn't help but stare and (eventually) giggle. He was breathing heavy, his face was red and I was 88% certain smoke would come out of his ears any moment now.
"What?" He snapped angrily at me. I jumped. Even his snapping was cute; I could never take him serious. I looked on at the television bemused.
"Tell me." He said forcefully and I shook my head no. If he wanted to know he was going to have to -
And he did. He tickled it out of me. He always does that.
"What do you think Dylan?"
What? That bit never happened! What the hell is going on?
"Dylan?"
Oh its that thing called reality righ- OUCH!
"Earth to fucking Dylan, what do you think?" Sarah asked as I rubbed my arm which felt a lot like it had been punched. Hard. I nodded, and then shook my head. I didn't know what I thought.
"Repeat the question." I asked as she started to rub her arm with me. Its this weird thing we do, if one of us is hurt than the other one sort of feels it. Not like twins we don't literally feel it but we sort of imagine that we do. Don't even try to understand or else you will fail.
"Never mind." She said although I knew that I should indeed mind. And I knew I was going to get it when we got home. You know the whole 'you never listen to me!' speech. Everyone in my apartment block thinks that she is my lesbian lover. Its fun to joke so we haven't even denied the lie.
Note to self: Never ever day dream about the cuteness that is Ryan or else face the wrath of Sarah.
"So. Four attractive guys like you? Two single? I was never good at math but that doesn't sound like the right solution to the equation." She asked doing that nudge, nudge, wink, wink thing that made me want to punch her. I was about to when I realised what the question actually was. What were they going to say? Ryan saying he is married with six kids as I wish the ground could swallow me whole may very well be enough to make me want to be celibate for a while. Maybe even indefinitely.
"Well there was this one girl." Ryan said as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Sarah listened intently. We all shared a common knowledge that 'this one girl' was without a doubt, me. "But I screwed up pretty badly. Somehow fate brought us back together and now she wants nothing to do with me. She wont even speak to me and I guess I'm so scared I'm going to lose her again. "
He was no longer looking at Sarah but had turned his full attention to me. In fact everyone had turned their full attention to me. I have the worst stage fright known to man and the situation I was in didn't make it any better. The staring contest between me and Ryan was getting fierce so I did the only thing that I could. I ran. I ran away like a scared little girl.
I got up and ran out of the room, throwing my backstage pass onto the ground as I went. I briskly walked past security out into the icy air. This was the worst time of year. It felt like walking into a freezer with ice stabbing my face. Why the hell am I talking about the fucking weather?
I forgot to turn off my alarm so when I got to my car the siren went off. This aggravated me further so I turned the alarm off before kicking my very expensive, tinted windowed, bright lilac car with my very cheap, on sale, 50% off shoes.
With shaking hands I struggled to fit the key into the lock and got so frustrated that I kicked the car again. How difficult is it to open a stupid car? Once I tried to put the key in I realised that it didn't even fit properly. I had grabbed the Sarah's keys, meaning Sarah had mine.
"Looking for these?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. Thank god for security and how incredibly nice of Sarah to give my keys to them. I thought she'd give them to Ryan and with her unsubtle way of wording suggest that he see to it that I got them.
I turned around to be faced by Ryan, who looked very red in the face.
which she obviously did the silly cow. Note to self: remember that Sarah is sneaky
As soon as Lying is The Most Fun came on I froze. I couldn't help it, I still couldn't help but feel so bad when I heard that song. It was almost as if he was taunting me and I hate being taunted. Ask Sarah.
After the concert Sarah grabbed my hand and led me backstage. okay Dylan don't panic. Ha ha, get it panic! Okay that was bad. You are defiantly panicking Dylan. You don't have to do anything, just sit there so that you can drive Sarah home after. You don't even have to look at Ryan...Oh my God he looks so...HOT!
As we walked backstage I saw that there were many people /scratch that rabid fan girls /standing around, talking to the guys, getting things signed.
"- one by one." I heard as I tuned back in. "Are you listening to me?"
"One by one." I said, guessing the rest, "You're going to interview them one by one. I heard and I don't care."
"Who should I do first?" I raised my eyebrows. I could never just raise one. "You know what I mean."
"Maybe you should wait until the teenies get lost and invest in a life." I said. "Oh my gosh I wanna have Brendon's Babies!"
I smiled as she laughed. I looked at the girl who had been my friend for years. She had known me for longer than Tiffany but when Tiffany came along I sort of ditched Sarah. I feel so bad about it looking back and I wish more than anything that I hadn't left Sarah but she said she forgave me and for that I owe her.
So backstage with nothing to do I decided to take some pictures of the members of the band interacting with their fans. I usually find that watching a band meet and greet their fans is the best part of the job. To see the genuine smiles on their faces is nothing short of amazing.
Not - so - soon after I had watched the fans leave until soon it was Sarah and I left with the band. I had already taken my pictures so I could leave if I wanted. But then again I was Sarah's ride home so I couldn't leave if I wanted.
"So-" Sarah started before being rather harshly interrupted by Ryan who had suddenly decided to snap his phone shut in a huff. I couldn't help but smile, he was the cutest thing I had ever seen when he's angry.
I was sitting on the sofa in the (yes you guessed it) hotel room when all of a sudden Ryan came into the room. He was such a light weight (literally) that he didn't make much noise no matter how much he stomped. He looked in a really bad mood, as if he was angry at the world. He sat down next to me and hastily kissed me on the cheek. ON THE CHEEK. That like never happens with us. It was kind of freaky. I looked up to ask what was wrong and the look on his face was enough to cause a smirk to rise over my features.
He kept looking at me and then looking away all the while my eyes were glued to his face. He had the cutest, cartoon-like angry face that I had ever seen and I couldn't help but stare and (eventually) giggle. He was breathing heavy, his face was red and I was 88% certain smoke would come out of his ears any moment now.
"What?" He snapped angrily at me. I jumped. Even his snapping was cute; I could never take him serious. I looked on at the television bemused.
"Tell me." He said forcefully and I shook my head no. If he wanted to know he was going to have to -
And he did. He tickled it out of me. He always does that.
"What do you think Dylan?"
What? That bit never happened! What the hell is going on?
"Dylan?"
Oh its that thing called reality righ- OUCH!
"Earth to fucking Dylan, what do you think?" Sarah asked as I rubbed my arm which felt a lot like it had been punched. Hard. I nodded, and then shook my head. I didn't know what I thought.
"Repeat the question." I asked as she started to rub her arm with me. Its this weird thing we do, if one of us is hurt than the other one sort of feels it. Not like twins we don't literally feel it but we sort of imagine that we do. Don't even try to understand or else you will fail.
"Never mind." She said although I knew that I should indeed mind. And I knew I was going to get it when we got home. You know the whole 'you never listen to me!' speech. Everyone in my apartment block thinks that she is my lesbian lover. Its fun to joke so we haven't even denied the lie.
Note to self: Never ever day dream about the cuteness that is Ryan or else face the wrath of Sarah.
"So. Four attractive guys like you? Two single? I was never good at math but that doesn't sound like the right solution to the equation." She asked doing that nudge, nudge, wink, wink thing that made me want to punch her. I was about to when I realised what the question actually was. What were they going to say? Ryan saying he is married with six kids as I wish the ground could swallow me whole may very well be enough to make me want to be celibate for a while. Maybe even indefinitely.
"Well there was this one girl." Ryan said as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Sarah listened intently. We all shared a common knowledge that 'this one girl' was without a doubt, me. "But I screwed up pretty badly. Somehow fate brought us back together and now she wants nothing to do with me. She wont even speak to me and I guess I'm so scared I'm going to lose her again. "
He was no longer looking at Sarah but had turned his full attention to me. In fact everyone had turned their full attention to me. I have the worst stage fright known to man and the situation I was in didn't make it any better. The staring contest between me and Ryan was getting fierce so I did the only thing that I could. I ran. I ran away like a scared little girl.
I got up and ran out of the room, throwing my backstage pass onto the ground as I went. I briskly walked past security out into the icy air. This was the worst time of year. It felt like walking into a freezer with ice stabbing my face. Why the hell am I talking about the fucking weather?
I forgot to turn off my alarm so when I got to my car the siren went off. This aggravated me further so I turned the alarm off before kicking my very expensive, tinted windowed, bright lilac car with my very cheap, on sale, 50% off shoes.
With shaking hands I struggled to fit the key into the lock and got so frustrated that I kicked the car again. How difficult is it to open a stupid car? Once I tried to put the key in I realised that it didn't even fit properly. I had grabbed the Sarah's keys, meaning Sarah had mine.
"Looking for these?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. Thank god for security and how incredibly nice of Sarah to give my keys to them. I thought she'd give them to Ryan and with her unsubtle way of wording suggest that he see to it that I got them.
I turned around to be faced by Ryan, who looked very red in the face.
which she obviously did the silly cow. Note to self: remember that Sarah is sneaky
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