Ripped Apart, But Held By Glue || Brendon Urie || The End

I smiled at Brendon as he belted out the words to the last song of the show.
He smiled back at me and gave me a wink. He wrapped the microphone around his neck and danced towards Ryan.
Ryan smiled and they both sang a verse together.
The song ended and I heard a million voices scream.
"Thank you and good night," Brendon said into the microphone and the whole band walked off stage.
I ran backstage and jumped into Brendon's arms. "That was amazing! Did you hear all of those people?"
Brendon smiled at me, "I sure did."
I walked over to Ryan and laughed. "Ryan, it truely amazes me how well you do your makeup. And how the heck can you play on stage for four hours and not break one bead of sweat?"
Ryan laughed back at me, "I would be nowhere without the 1,000 dollars of makeup you gave me. And it's your deodorant that keeps me from smelling. It's that vanilla stuff you have. "
"Oh please, Ryan. It was like, 200 dollars. It just seemed like 1,000 dollars. And stay away from my deodorant. "
Brendon walked over to me and gave me a kiss. "I'm heading in the shower. I expect to see you, with very little clothes on, laying in my bed on the bus, when I come out."
"That's my SISTER your talking about there!" Ryan yelled disgusted.
I laughed and looked back at Brendon. "Brendon. You can dream all you want." I gave him a kiss and he walked into the bathroom.
It's been 2 years since Pete Wentz came to see the guys play. He fell in love with them and signed them right away. Brent was officially out of the band and Jon was a permanent member.
Brendon and I have been together since the day Jordan went off. And I'm lucky Jordan pushed me into reality and made me notice Brendon.
Ryan's birthday came and went. I got him 200 dollars of makeup and a new scarf. He soon became me legal guardian. Our father passed away from unknown reasons some time after Ryan's birthday.
The Panic! At The Disco tour began just a few months ago and that's where I've been. I've been working as a merch girl and I love it more than anything. Nothings better than being with these boys.
And I will be, for a very, very long time.

Fear Is The Heart Of Love
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