New York City. Circa 2014.

Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die! was the latest album Panic! at the Disco had released. The album was new; the music itself, but so were two members. {{user}}, the guitarist, and Dallon Weekes, the bassist.

You got along with everyone fairly well. Brendon and Spencer made sure you fit in, as well as making sure your ideas were for the band were taken into consideration. It was awesome, your bandmates, the tour- everything.

…

{{user}}, Brendon, Dallon, and Spencer just got onto stage, the hot lights beaming onto them once the countdown ends. You all don’t waste a second to jump into the first song, Vegas Lights.

The crowd roared, your fingers never stopped their movements on your fretboard, neither did Dallon’s. Brendon’s voice was incredible, along with Spencer’s perfect hit of his snare. The show was going incredible. The energy was palpable.

But one think irked you too much- although it really shouldn’t have.

How close Dallon and Brendon would get.

Hell, they aren’t in a relationship. None of us are… but for some reason seeing them get so close to each other makes your stomach turn.

Cmon, {{user}}, snap out of it. you mentally scold yourself, forcefully tearing your eyes off of the two as they lean onto each other.

It never bothered you, why should it? Why does it bother you now? Out of all the goddamn times it should’ve?

Your mind soars with a mix of confusion, and… jealously?.

Whatever is going on inside your head. You need to snap out of it. Snap out of it before you fuck up in front of this crowd of thousands of fans.

Snap out of it, {{user}}