violent suicide (crazy_me_haha) wrote, @ 2006-09-27 18:22:00

uno.
Title: Untitled [as of now]
Author: crazy_me_haha
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/OFC & Ryan/OFC
Summary: They began to play and after their opening song, they advertised about needing makeup artists to go with them on their next headlining tour in a few months.
Disclaimer: As real as Brendon's ass. It's fake, obviously.


Its 5 o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is scorching hot. Some of the people are already fainting, even with a bottle of water in hand. It is definitely a hot afternoon here in Las Vegas but even the heat can’t stop these fans and I from seeing Panic! At the Disco live in concert. This is the band’s last stop and final show to end their tour. What better place to end the tour than in your hometown? The show starts at 6pm and as early as 3:30 in the afternoon, people were already lined up including me and my friends.

Emmanuelle Grey is the name, but you can call me Emmy. I’m nineteen years old, only child and living in an apartment with my best friend, Anna Ayers. The both of us share the same profession: makeup artists. We do hairstyling and photography once in a while, but we only photograph ourselves and our friends. So call us camera whores. We love the camera and the camera loves us. We live the nightlife and there’s no stopping us from having fun; partying and all that other shit.

The line still wasn’t moving and one of our friends, Candace Palmer is starting to get irritable. She already finished her bottle of water and I think she finished Serena Vernon’s too. The sun is almost gone but all of us could still feel the heat. Ugh, this is going to ruin my hair and the concert hasn’t even started yet.

“Oh my God, when will this line fucking move!?” Candace complained at her loudest voice. Her eyes were being blocked by her sunglasses but I could tell she was frowning. Somehow, somebody probably heard her complaint that the line started to move. “Finally!” she threw her hands in the air and stood up along with Anna.

People behind us cheered and thus began the shoving. Fucking losers don’t know how to wait. The four us got inside and dragged ourselves to the front. All four us took out our Sidekicks and began to take pictures of ourselves in this glorious moment. Not only did we use our Sidekicks to take a picture, but we also used our cameras. See, I told you we were camera whores. There’s no use denying it when you have proof.

I scanned the massive crowd behind me. Some of them had posters in the air, declaring their love to a particular band member, usually Brendon Urie or Ryan Ross. I spotted a mom standing stiffly, keeping an eye on her kid and another mom wearing a band shirt from Hot Topic. Its either they are at the wrong venue and think this is some disco party or they are just one of the weird fans of the band, influenced by their own kids.

Suddenly, everybody began to scream. I turned my attention back to the stage and there we all see The Dresden Dolls as the opening act. After the opening, Dusty, one of the people from Lucent Dossier came out backstage. She gave out trivia about the boys and once she was through, she introduced Panic! At the Disco. The band came out backstage and the whole place turned into a huge scream fest.

They began to play and after their opening song, they advertised about needing makeup artists to go with them on their next headlining tour in a few months. Candace and Serena shoved Anna and I.

“What?” We asked in unison. Best friends always say the same thing at the same time. Well, for us anyway.

“They’re calling you guys!”

“No, they’re not.”

And all of these were spoken altogether. See?

Serena rolled her eyes. “They are in need of makeup artists and that’s obviously you two. I don’t see anybody else who can do makeup better than you guys around here.”

“And Anna, haven’t you been saying how much you really want to meet Mr. Ross up close and personal?” Candace smirked, upon seeing Anna turn red. “Well, here’s your chance, darling. Plus, you get to do his makeup.”

I shook my head and turned my attention back to the band while listening to Anna and Candace bicker behind me about Ryan doing his own makeup. Finally, they stopped and went back to watching the show. After a few hours, their show was coming to an end hence playing “Build God, Then We’ll Talk”. Candace and Serena were no longer paying attention to the show and were busy whispering to each other. Anna and I were minding our own business and enjoying the show when the both of us were suddenly dragged off our front spot. Much to our dismay, our traitor friends are the ones dragging us away.

“What the fuck!” Anna exclaimed, nearly tripping. “Where the hell are we going? The show isn’t over yet!”

Apparently, they chose not to answer us. After being dragged away and bumping into all sorts of people, we stopped to face another crowd. My hair is a mess now. “Where in fuck sakes are we?”

“C’mon.”

More dragging towards the front ensues.

In front of us is a big black bus which I presumed to be the band’s tour bus. Then it hit me. Candace and Serena hauled all of us here to meet the band. We heard the show end with a big round of loud applause and cheers. More waiting and then this girl beside me starts to scream. This is the night of screaming. So, we see the band stepping out and walking towards the fans’ and our general direction. Despite a long show, even without an opening act, they all had smiles on their faces.

“OHMYGODRYANHAVEMYBABIES!”

“MARRYMEJON!”

Everybody was declaring their love for them. We didn’t want to feel like losers or whatever so what the hell, we joined in the legion of die hard fans. Once again, our cameras and Sidekicks flash for pictures.

“Hey, I like your hair.”

Brendon fucking Urie was talking to me. What do I say?

“Um…thanks.”

“You here for being a makeup artist?”

“YES SHE IS!”

I turned to my right and saw Anna grinning like a mad fool. It seems like Ryan is talking to her and had probably asked the same question. Ryan was laughing. “Why don’t you two hang around after?”

“There are four of us, actually…” I looked around to search for the other two idiots and spotted them getting a picture with Spencer and an autograph on their arms. “That’s them.”

“Alright. Well, the four of you stick around.” Brendon smiled and walked away to meet more fans. Some of them are already claiming to be makeup artists just like Anna and me. Uh, believe them? Nah.