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The Concert(2)
0 reviewsa continuation of the last chapter... don't bite my head off please! I really suck at summaries!
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Ryan's POV:
After practically telling me the last 10 years of her life in about 15 sentences, I had to go on stage. She left for her respectful seat in the front row.
"There are no, rain drops on roses and girls in white dresses and sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses..." Brendon's voice sang out over the crowd while my eyes stayed on Kat. You would think I would've messed up, but seeing her just made me try harder.
The next song was my personal favorite, The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage. I watched her sing along to my lyrics and I was inspired. I just wonder if she has as good a voice as she is beautiful.
Kat's POV:
The concert was amazing and Ryan didn't mess up at all. He truly is an amazing guy and I really wanted to get the chance to know the man BEHIND the guitar. I don't think that'll happen though.
"It was really fun playing for you tonight and I'm glad our last concert of this tour was spent with you. Good night San Francisco and we'll see you next time." What the hell Brendon? I thought they had 1 more concert after this? What in the world is going on?
Once the guys exited the stage I left with them. Immediately, I ran up to Brendon. "What the fuck? Wasn't there one more concert? What the hell happened?"
"Well the last show got canceled. So this is officially the last show. Don't get your panties in a bunch Kat. Jeez." That explains it. Alright, I'm not gonna freak out.
After everyone changed we left for dinner. We hung out at Brendon's house before I had to leave. That night was the last time I've seen the guys, well for a year at least.
After practically telling me the last 10 years of her life in about 15 sentences, I had to go on stage. She left for her respectful seat in the front row.
"There are no, rain drops on roses and girls in white dresses and sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses..." Brendon's voice sang out over the crowd while my eyes stayed on Kat. You would think I would've messed up, but seeing her just made me try harder.
The next song was my personal favorite, The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage. I watched her sing along to my lyrics and I was inspired. I just wonder if she has as good a voice as she is beautiful.
Kat's POV:
The concert was amazing and Ryan didn't mess up at all. He truly is an amazing guy and I really wanted to get the chance to know the man BEHIND the guitar. I don't think that'll happen though.
"It was really fun playing for you tonight and I'm glad our last concert of this tour was spent with you. Good night San Francisco and we'll see you next time." What the hell Brendon? I thought they had 1 more concert after this? What in the world is going on?
Once the guys exited the stage I left with them. Immediately, I ran up to Brendon. "What the fuck? Wasn't there one more concert? What the hell happened?"
"Well the last show got canceled. So this is officially the last show. Don't get your panties in a bunch Kat. Jeez." That explains it. Alright, I'm not gonna freak out.
After everyone changed we left for dinner. We hung out at Brendon's house before I had to leave. That night was the last time I've seen the guys, well for a year at least.
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