grr3
ah, so you do a little music on the side?
i dabble in it when i find the time😝
how'd you find out?
were you stalking me?😱
contrary to popular belief, i have better things to do with myself
i figured since you're usually gone by the time we close
gotta get home to the imaginary wife and kids
meaning my dogs
that's a whole mood😂
eh, you seem like the type who would actually have someone to go home to
"someone"
very progressive
gotta roll with the times
time waits for no one, so all we can do is try to keep up
are you like
a real hippie?
nah
weed's pretty fun, though
mr. urie, aren't you busy?
um..
no actually
also you can call me brendon😋
meh, as long as my ass is borrowing a seat in front of your building, mr. urie'll do
that alright with you?
so you /do/ play for cash
i do not
i have a life outside of you
this gig gets me accidental pocket change
even so, i can't say i don't enjoy it
playing, i mean
you're welcome here as long as i'm here, alright?
ha
i knew you were too nice to call the cops on me anyway
but
thanks for the confirmation
oh, i almost forgot
hm?
let me know when you're doing another open mic night
i just might show up
~
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, FRIENDS!
hope you all have had a wonderful day!
~RJ💫
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Boulevard Dreamer (Ryden)
FanfictionJust outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Brendon Urie's mild-mannered alter ego is simply himself. A 25-year-old hairdresser who thinks he's seen it all and he's done all he can in this little town. It's a normal Monday afternoon with a lull in business wh...
