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It all began with the absence of Eric Ronick. In early autumn of 2006, a tour spectacular tour was planned to be made by the world-famous band Panic! At the Disco entitled "Nothing Rhymes with Circus." When Mr. Ronick was forced back home to the Czech Republic after the band's first headliner tour in the summer, rumor grew that the tour would have to be cancelled if the position were not to be filled. The band was in dire need of a replacement for the former temporary keyboardist, or Panic! At the Disco would not perform for 2 ½ months as planned.
This is where our story began: A small apartment in Las Vegas, three weeks before the tour was to start off. Inside, a female with skinny stature was seated at a miniature black piano, in the middle of her scales and arpeggios that she'd always used for warm-ups since she was seven years old. As soon as she had finished another octave of playing, the clock that hung on the wall above her head chimed four o'clock. Her pale blue eyes averted up to it instantly, staring for a moment in disbelief. Four o'clock. She was late. With a flip of her short hair that was the color of caramel, she gathered her folder of music that sat evenly on the piano and fumbled with it on her way out the door.
Three flights of stairs, two buses, and four blocks later, the young woman stood in front of the building she was designated to be at approximately twelve minutes earlier. Without wasting another moment, she walked swiftly through the entrance and weaved her way through the halls of the building, searching for a particular room. The girl took a deep breath as she placed her slender fingers over the doorknob and turned it, cautiously opening the door and peering inside.
Across the room were five faces that weren't so familiar to her. They all looked wide-eyed at her as she stepped in with an unsure expression. The five males who were seated across from her exchanged awkward glances when turned her back to them to close the door. "Hello..." she greeted unsurely.
"Er... Are you lost?" one with brown hair and light brown eyes questioned brusquely.
The female turned her head to him and narrowed her bright eyes at the young man who had spoken. "Ryan Ross, aren't you?" Ryan nodded slowly, not exactly satisfied with her answer. He looked her over once as she did the same thing. She noted the scruff on his face, the long, bony fingers that he clasped together, and the lazy posture that he kept while sitting on his chair. Cute, perhaps, but entirely rude, she thought as her gaze traveled to the other four identities. He, however, couldn't stop staring at her.: her hair which reflected hints of flaxen when it bathed in the sunlight that shone in through the window, her lovely figure, and most of all, her sharp eyes which held an interesting color. She seemed intriguing enough to him, but was wearing a sour look on her face that didn't suit her.
"I'm Danielle Lechmere," she spoke her name, but the men again exchanged confused looks after she shot them an expectant stare. "Your keyboardist!" she exclaimed in exasperation, mutter a few words under her breath. Danielle stepped over to them guardedly, waiting for one of them to break the silence. The first to stand was the shortest of the group. He had tanned skin and curly, dark brown hair.
"Bartram Nason," he introduced with a mild foreign accent while politely shaking her hand. "Cellist," he added quickly, flashing a gracious smile before taking his seat. The others eventually did the same. A blue eyed male with neat, even, sandy colored hair introduced himself as Spencer next. He greeted the stranger warmly as if to accept her into the band without knowing so much as her name. Next came a band member with jerky hand movements who shook Danielle's hand a bit too tightly and anxiously. "Brendon Urie. Pleased to meet you," he uttered eager greeting similar to the first to himself, making the woman seem slightly perplexed by his dialogue that kept drawing out. The second to last man sat coolly in his seat, smiling slyly at the newcomer. He made it obvious that he found her comely to some extent by the way he slid his hand forward to make contact with hers and inclined the tiniest wiggle of his eyebrows while stating his name as Jon Walker.
This left the last male who had not shared a formal salutation with the new arrival. Rather than taking his hand in hers, Danielle merely looked at him reproachfully and turned away, still holding the tiniest grudge in her mind to what he'd said to her and the way that he had stared at her like she wasn't worthy of his company.
"So, you wanna play something for us?" asked Brendon, who was most anxious of the group to get to know the lady that all five band members would have to spend so much time with. She hardly registered his question until she tore her eyes from Ryan, who was still wishing that Eric would have never gone away.
"Er... alright," she replied hesitantly before he grabbed her wrist and practically drug her over to the piano that was across the large, open room. Music folder still in hand, she placed it neatly on the piano in front of her and looked up at all ten eyes that rested on her, eight of which looked interested in what she could do. "What would you like me to play?"
"Whatever," Brendon shrugged off with a grin. "I mean, we might as well let you play what you want before you learn our stuff."
"Okay," she said, still slightly nervous about playing in front of the strangers that she'd have to be on the road with before they even got to know each other. Playing in front of a crowd was much easier to her, because it never made a difference whether they liked her or not: they'd still end up leaving by the end of the show and that was that. In this case, she was making a first impression, and she didn't want it to turn out any worse than it should.
After shuffling through the folder once or twice, she eventually settled with a small booklet of Mozart, opening it to a piece in C major. With a deep breath, she adjusted her posture so that she was sitting up straight and on the edge of the small piano bench. Danielle played the intricate combinations of notes, staring fixedly on the pages the entire time, until she came to the first repeat, and stopped, wondering what they all thought.
Jon, Spencer, and Bartram all had approving looks on their faces, having had heard similar things from Brendon the piano, although her playing had surpassed his by the tiniest bit. None of them but Jon were willing to admit it out loud. Brendon's eyes widened at Danielle, feeling slightly giddy at the new girl he could share tips with back and forth about piano. From what he could see, she had a load of talent and was fit to be a replacement keyboardist for Eric.
The only male with a negative reaction was, of course, Ryan, who stood a ways behind her with his arms folded across his scrawny chest. The only thing that he could get to go across his mind clearly was: She'll never replace Eric.
This is where our story began: A small apartment in Las Vegas, three weeks before the tour was to start off. Inside, a female with skinny stature was seated at a miniature black piano, in the middle of her scales and arpeggios that she'd always used for warm-ups since she was seven years old. As soon as she had finished another octave of playing, the clock that hung on the wall above her head chimed four o'clock. Her pale blue eyes averted up to it instantly, staring for a moment in disbelief. Four o'clock. She was late. With a flip of her short hair that was the color of caramel, she gathered her folder of music that sat evenly on the piano and fumbled with it on her way out the door.
Three flights of stairs, two buses, and four blocks later, the young woman stood in front of the building she was designated to be at approximately twelve minutes earlier. Without wasting another moment, she walked swiftly through the entrance and weaved her way through the halls of the building, searching for a particular room. The girl took a deep breath as she placed her slender fingers over the doorknob and turned it, cautiously opening the door and peering inside.
Across the room were five faces that weren't so familiar to her. They all looked wide-eyed at her as she stepped in with an unsure expression. The five males who were seated across from her exchanged awkward glances when turned her back to them to close the door. "Hello..." she greeted unsurely.
"Er... Are you lost?" one with brown hair and light brown eyes questioned brusquely.
The female turned her head to him and narrowed her bright eyes at the young man who had spoken. "Ryan Ross, aren't you?" Ryan nodded slowly, not exactly satisfied with her answer. He looked her over once as she did the same thing. She noted the scruff on his face, the long, bony fingers that he clasped together, and the lazy posture that he kept while sitting on his chair. Cute, perhaps, but entirely rude, she thought as her gaze traveled to the other four identities. He, however, couldn't stop staring at her.: her hair which reflected hints of flaxen when it bathed in the sunlight that shone in through the window, her lovely figure, and most of all, her sharp eyes which held an interesting color. She seemed intriguing enough to him, but was wearing a sour look on her face that didn't suit her.
"I'm Danielle Lechmere," she spoke her name, but the men again exchanged confused looks after she shot them an expectant stare. "Your keyboardist!" she exclaimed in exasperation, mutter a few words under her breath. Danielle stepped over to them guardedly, waiting for one of them to break the silence. The first to stand was the shortest of the group. He had tanned skin and curly, dark brown hair.
"Bartram Nason," he introduced with a mild foreign accent while politely shaking her hand. "Cellist," he added quickly, flashing a gracious smile before taking his seat. The others eventually did the same. A blue eyed male with neat, even, sandy colored hair introduced himself as Spencer next. He greeted the stranger warmly as if to accept her into the band without knowing so much as her name. Next came a band member with jerky hand movements who shook Danielle's hand a bit too tightly and anxiously. "Brendon Urie. Pleased to meet you," he uttered eager greeting similar to the first to himself, making the woman seem slightly perplexed by his dialogue that kept drawing out. The second to last man sat coolly in his seat, smiling slyly at the newcomer. He made it obvious that he found her comely to some extent by the way he slid his hand forward to make contact with hers and inclined the tiniest wiggle of his eyebrows while stating his name as Jon Walker.
This left the last male who had not shared a formal salutation with the new arrival. Rather than taking his hand in hers, Danielle merely looked at him reproachfully and turned away, still holding the tiniest grudge in her mind to what he'd said to her and the way that he had stared at her like she wasn't worthy of his company.
"So, you wanna play something for us?" asked Brendon, who was most anxious of the group to get to know the lady that all five band members would have to spend so much time with. She hardly registered his question until she tore her eyes from Ryan, who was still wishing that Eric would have never gone away.
"Er... alright," she replied hesitantly before he grabbed her wrist and practically drug her over to the piano that was across the large, open room. Music folder still in hand, she placed it neatly on the piano in front of her and looked up at all ten eyes that rested on her, eight of which looked interested in what she could do. "What would you like me to play?"
"Whatever," Brendon shrugged off with a grin. "I mean, we might as well let you play what you want before you learn our stuff."
"Okay," she said, still slightly nervous about playing in front of the strangers that she'd have to be on the road with before they even got to know each other. Playing in front of a crowd was much easier to her, because it never made a difference whether they liked her or not: they'd still end up leaving by the end of the show and that was that. In this case, she was making a first impression, and she didn't want it to turn out any worse than it should.
After shuffling through the folder once or twice, she eventually settled with a small booklet of Mozart, opening it to a piece in C major. With a deep breath, she adjusted her posture so that she was sitting up straight and on the edge of the small piano bench. Danielle played the intricate combinations of notes, staring fixedly on the pages the entire time, until she came to the first repeat, and stopped, wondering what they all thought.
Jon, Spencer, and Bartram all had approving looks on their faces, having had heard similar things from Brendon the piano, although her playing had surpassed his by the tiniest bit. None of them but Jon were willing to admit it out loud. Brendon's eyes widened at Danielle, feeling slightly giddy at the new girl he could share tips with back and forth about piano. From what he could see, she had a load of talent and was fit to be a replacement keyboardist for Eric.
The only male with a negative reaction was, of course, Ryan, who stood a ways behind her with his arms folded across his scrawny chest. The only thing that he could get to go across his mind clearly was: She'll never replace Eric.
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