Come Back, I Beg You|| Brendon Urie

Chapter 3

-Brendon's POV-

It had been MONTHS. Nobody had communicated yet. I've heard nothing about Spencer and the other two boys.

We're only two...We need more. Oh! It popped up to me. We can make an audition for a new member!
I quickly opened my phone and tweeted the following:

-Dallon's POV-

I was being a fatass and eating chips.

This is why I'm single.

I scrolled down my twitter account and came across a specific tweet that caught my eye.

"I am looking for young men ages 20-35. I need a new band member. Probably you all know who I am. If not, I am lead singer Brendon Urie from a popular band called "Panic! at the Disco". Anyone who plays bass guitar? I'll post the music sheets later and you have 2 weeks to learn them. The audition will be held at 534 Madison street and hope to see you soon :)"

Two weeks, huh? That should be easy. I'll learn them in one.

I rechecked the tweet and it was posted two hours ago. Oh, well he probably posted the music sheets already. I checked his page and yes, the sheets were there. I glanced over to my guitar and smiled to myself.

"This is gonna be good."

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-2 weekes later- (pun intended)

-Brendon's POV-

It worked. Lots of people came to audition!

"Name?" I asked the first contestant. I took a look at him. He was fat and had a large dirty beard. He was eating cheetos, too. He had an acoustic guitar and he definitely did not look 20-35...he looked way older.

"I thought I made it clear to bring a bass guitar....?" I said.

"What?"

"Nevermind, go home."

As he was about to leave, I changed my mind I decided to stop him before he took another step outside. He can't leave, just yet.

"Hey man, I want some cheetos." I told him. I love to eat cheetos with chopsticks. "Sure." He then offered me his bag and I got a hand full of them. "Thank you, come again!"

I walked to the next person and did not look at them because I was writing on my notepad.

"Name?"

"Melvin"

This dude's voice sounded-

......

No way.... Just, no fucking way. Seriously?

"Dude, how old are you?" I asked.

"12"

"Alright, buddy go back home." I said sweetly and smiled.

Jesus Christ.... I let out a deep breath and continued.

-A few hours later-

All these people suck...Damn, I miss Ryan and Jon...

I had sent everyone home by now. There were only two more contestants left.

I sighed.

"Name?"

"Erick Brown"

I wrote down his name and looked at him. He had printed out the music. Wow...that's nice.

"Alright, show me what you got." I said stepping back, putting my hands on my hips in order to enjoy what was coming up.

He started playing and I hummed along in my head. It sounded exactly the same.... This man was actually good.

"Alright good...you can leave for now, if you want and I'll give you a call to see if you made it."

He walked out the place and once again, I did not bother to look at the last person. I'm probably keeping Erick, so might as well not pay attention no more.

"Name?"

"Dallon Weekes"

"Alright Dallon...show me what you got." He placed his phone on the stand and adjusted his guitar just a bit. I stared until he started at the floor while he was playing along. Sounded good, I must admit. He stopped halfway and I just kept looking at the notes. I raised my eyebrows curiously waiting for him to continue, asking myself why he had stopped.

"Yeeeaah man...I don't know the rest...." He said leaning againts the music stand and plopping down his guitar. I can't believe he had the nerve to even do that.

I am definitely not choosing him. I'm staying with Erick for sure. Erick Brown. Must not forget.

"Yo... Seriously dude? You came to a fucking audition and did not learn the music. Two weeks was actually more than enough-...."

Then I looked up at him. This dude was hot and tall. Better looking than that last guy....whatever his name was.

Oh yeah, Erick.

All of a sudden my attitude change, and I will say that I don't know how, even though I do know why.

"I'll give you three days to learn it....then come back." I said without even thinking about it. He must be back.

"Sure, em..no problem, see you in three days."

Dammit, you hot idiot

-Dallon's POV-

Dammit, you hot idiot.