OK here is a new story. I might actually continue this one!!! So here it is...I will post the first chapter in a couple of parts so here is Part One of Chapter One...

Chapter One:
Andie’s POV

I watched out the window at the passing clouds around and below me. I should be happy right now. I am on a plane with Panic! At The Disco. In fact Brendon Urie is sitting beside me right now, texting one of the guys who are in the row behind us while listening to his iPod. Let me explain how I got here shall I. I have nothing better to do. Well actually I do, but Brendon doesn’t like me that way. On my way home from color guard practice three weeks ago a contest announcement came on including Panic! At The Disco.
*Flashback*
“We have a special announcement for all of you night folk out there tonight. Panic! At The Disco is giving somebody a chance for the ‘A Week in the Life of Panic’ contest. One lucky fan will be greeted by Panic! At The Disco themselves in their hometown. Then you will fly down to their hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada for the start of their tour. You will be able to follow the guys around and get the VIP treatment like the guys will be getting for a week. The first caller to call in when you hear a clip of their song ‘I Write Sins, Not Tragedies’ will get this chance of a lifetime.” My jaw dropped at the sound of this news. I could be on tour with my heroes, Panic! At The Disco. Please, I had a picture of them in my car and three of their albums because the other two don’t work anymore from me listening to them too much. I grabbed my red Sidekick. What could be the worst that happens? I heard the clip when I stopped at a stoplight and dialed the number as fast as I could. Thank God for my 3,000 text texting bill this month.

“Congratulations lucky caller. What is your name?” My phone fell out of my hand as I picked it back up and continued my drive back to my house.

“Andie Johnson,” I stuttered out.

“Thanks Andie; please stay tuned so I can get your personal information.” He said as I pulled into the driveway and walked into my house.

“Hey Hun I’m going to need your address and number in case of an emergency.” A girl said this time. She must be from the West coast; she’s way too peppy for her to live on this side of the country.

“OK-” I said as I proceeded to tell her my address and home phone number while I petted the head of my Bull Dog, Bailey.

“Wow Florida is awesome; my boyfriend is on business down their. Do you have a cell phone just in case?”

“Sure thing; its 407-954-8363,” I told her, walking into the bathroom which connected to my bedroom.

“Alright Panic will make a surprise appearance at your house sometime in the next few weeks. Call the station if you need anything.” With that she hung up the phone and I proceeded to do my happy dance.

*** Three Weeks Later***
The doorbell woke me up from my slumber as I walked out into the foyer to the front door.
“Hey I’m Brendon Urie here for the week in a life of Panic! Are you Andie?” BRENDON URIE said in my front door. I shook my head since no words could come out. He walked inside along with the rest of the band. Life was good…
*End of the Flashback Thingy*

P.S. I am starting colorguard next year, I can already do some of it now, and the 3,000 text story is true. We have free texting though

This message has been edited. Last edited by: PanicMeetThePress915,

Sweet!
can I be in it?
and possibly steal Ryan if you don't have plans for him?

Sure thing. THANK YOU FIRST READER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need and name and description...PLEASE...oh and can you play any instruments????

Okee dokee.
I'm Meredith.
I'm five foot two
I'm addicted to texting caffine and my iPod
I have shoulder length natural black curly hair
I ALWAYS wear a bow in my hair.
I have light brown eyes that are rimmed with dark brown
I always wear eyeliner
I always wear skinny jeans hoodies and either moccasins or converse
I love dancing.
tell me if you need more


and no I can't play an instrument but I want to learn Bass guitar

is this the one i'm in? i MUST know! and you may wish to change the title cuz there's already one out there by the same name

No you're not in it Maggie I just found this one that I wrote a while ago on word...but you can be....and I'll change the title to...Your Melody Sounds As Sweet As The First Time It Was Sung...

OMG CAN I HAVE SPENCER???
PLEASE!

mkay. can i be in this one anyway?

and btw i like it, in case you hadn't noticed

If you want to be in the story then give me a name and a description....and Taylor might get all up in yo grill because you are taking Spence, but you can have him....for now...and yes Maggie, you have senority over everyone....

No offence at all but I seem really tall now....a lot of my friends are taller then me..... I am 5'6"...so THANKS.......

OKAY!!!
My name is Christal
I have light brown hair that reaches my mid-back and light brown skin. I have hazel eyes. I'm about 5'1" and a half and I can play piano and sing.
My personality is shy when I don't know someone, but when I get to know them, I open up a lot. I can keep secrets very good and like to laugh A LOT.

OK...for all of ya'll going into the story I need to go through a week in the story with possible pops of one of you in the week. So....yeah....you'll be in it later. Would an update be in the line right now????

OOOH OOOH OOOH!!!
Update now!!
PLEASE!!!

“So you are from Florida, huh? It’s a cool place to live.” Brendon said, taking a headphone out of his ear and turning down his music which was on full blast. Bob Dylan, I could recognize it anywhere. My parents listen to them all the time.

“Yeah; I was born in Ohio though.” Wow my life is exciting.

“Cool. So are you in college?”

“Nope; I am going to a dance company in New York and I just finished my senior year. I am seventeen by the way.”

“Really? You looked like you were older.”

“I get that a lot.” He smiled shyly before my Sidekick vibrated in my pants.

“Your pants are vibrating. You might want to fix that.” He said smiling fully as he fixed his oversized sunglasses and hoodie. It was what he called a “disguise”. I returned the favor and picked up my Sidekick. One new text message…

702-833-4297: I found your number!!!!!

Andie Johnson: Nah really? So Vegas boy which one are you???

702-833-4297: The one from Chicago. I pried Ryan’s phone out of his hands.

Andie Johnson: So how did you get my number?

702-833-4297: Brendon texted me with it.

Andie Johnson: Brendon knows my number?

702-833-4297: He got it from the announcer guy from the radio station after we met you. He was pretty excited. Hey, we all were when we found out it wasn’t A) Some overly enthused thirteen year old and B) wasn’t an overly obsessed girl who wanted in my pants, but who can blame them???

Andie Johnson: Oh I don’t know how they could not think that about you Jon Walker. XD.

702-833-4297: I am sensing some sarcasm missy.

Andie Johnson: Nah really. I need to get back to Brendon though I think he is getting antsy…

702-833-4297: When is he not? I’ll tell you now that it is the ADHD talking. Bye love.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by PanicMeetThePress915:
and B) wasn’t an overly obsessed girl who wanted in my pants, but who can blame them???

Andie Johnson: Oh I don’t know how they could not think that about you Jon Walker. XD.

702-833-4297: I am sensing some sarcasm missy.
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Hahahahaha that is so funny!
Update soon!