To say Camari was stressed was an understatement. She now had eight people coming over for dinner in the shared new house, and they haven't even fully unpacked yet. Both the kitchen and living room were still a disaster, as they were only unpacking what they needed. Brendon was gone most of they day every day to finish preparing his upcoming tour. He finally had taken a day off, and Camari was going to put him to work.

"I'm going grocery shopping. When I get back, there needs to at least be space for everyone to sit, plates, and cooking utensils unpacked. The more you get done for me today, the more willing I will be to do something for you," I told Brendon, who was sitting on the couch on his phone. It was only ten in the morning, but I figured that I needed to tell him to get all that done early so I knew it would actually be done.

"And what is it you'll do for me?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face.

"What ever you want Urie."

"Tomorrow you and I will go for karaoke. Just us. It'll be fun, I promise," he tells me, and I can't help but be shocked that out of all things, he chose doing karaoke. He's a professional singer who's about to go on tour for nearly a year, and out of all the things he could've chosen to do with me, he chose to basically do his job.

"Are you sure? Out of anything in the world that we could do, you choose to do karaoke?"

"Hell yeah! Was there something else you had in mind?" he asked, clearly oblivious to what I originally thought he was going to say.

"Uhm, yeah. Sure. Tomorrow we'll go do some karaoke?" I say before giving him a kiss and leaving to go to the store.

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"So guys, I have an announcement," Dallon said. We were all sat around the table eating dinner. Nearly every plate was empty, and nobody was going back for more because of the amount of ice cream was now in our house. "So as you guys know, Ryan Seaman and I have been talking about creating a band."

"Are you actually doing it?" Brendon asks in between bites of his seventh taco.

"Yeah, I think we are. I'm sorry Brendon, I really didn't want to leave you without a bassist for leg 2. I can do leg 1, but we might be releasing an album before leg 2."

"Oh no, it's no big deal man! Congratulations!" Bren said with a smile on his face. Everyone else offered their congratulations as well.

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The next day, Brendon, Tom, Aella, and I went to do the karaoke Brendon so badly wanted to do. Maverick was actually filming an episode for Supergirl as Cat Grant's son, so he was on set that day. Brendon and I picked up Tom and Aella from her apartment which was close to where we were going.

"Who's ready to sing?" Brendon asked the group, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I hope you know that we're all going to suck, and you're going to be the only good one here," I tell him.

"Yeah, I'm actually not going to sing. I'm just here to watch you guys and laugh," Tom says, laughing.

"Oh hell no! You're going to sing!" Aella told him.

"Dude, I got us a private room where nobody will be except us four. Don't worry if you sound like shit," Brendon tells him as he places the car in park, "You won't be alone if you really do suck; Cam does too."

"Listen here you little shit, I am fucking amazing, and you can't tell me differently," I respond, just as some fans see Brendon.

"Trista! Brendon, Camari, Tom Holland, and Aella are over there!" the tallest girl yelled. She had light brown hair with blonde highlights, braces, and had a black 'Pray For The Bachelors' shirt on.

"Heather, there's no way they're here," the other girl says. She's slightly shorter with glasses, braces, part of her hair dyed green, and a matching shirt. When she catches sight of us, she swears.

"Hey guys!" Brendon says, a smile instantly growing on his face. They came over to us, and they were obviously shocked to see all four of us. "What are your names?"

"I'm Heather," the taller one says.

"And I'm Trista," the other one introduced. "Can we get pictures with you guys?"

"Of course!" Tom says, taking Heather's outstretched phone. We all arrange ourselves so we can all be seen and he takes a couple before giving her back the phone and taking Trista's and doing the same thing.

"Not to be that creepy fangirl that everyone says they wouldn't be, but Aella and Camari, I fucking love both your shows; this one only watches Flash. Tom, you're amazing and Homecoming better be amazing. Brendon, I've listened to your music for three years now, and you've helped me with a lot. We're driving nine hours to see you in Seattle in August, so please make that show extra fucking special," Trista said.

"Trista, don't be an asshole! But yeah, please don't make that show completely suck," Heather said, hitting Trista in the arm, which makes Brendon and Tom laugh.

"Where are you guys from?" I asked them, curious as to why they were driving nine hours when there's shows close to here.

"A tiny-ass town in very northern California called Weed. It's about an hour away from the Oregon boarder," Heather explains, and Brendon of course laughs.

"I'll try not to make that show suck then," Brendon says, still laughing. "What seats are you guys in?"

"Section 101, row 27, seats five and six," Trista says. "I've had that memorized since we got the tickets." Brendon got out his phone and handed it to her.

"Put in your mailing address and I'll send you guys VIP passes," he says, and both of their smiles grow.

"Oh my god thank you!" Heather says, and Trista types it in and gives Brendon back his phone.

"Thank you guys so much! We'll let you guys go enjoy your day now. Thank you again Mr. Disco," Trista says.

"It was great to meet you!" Aella says, and gives them hugs. We all follow suit, and I can tell that we just made their lives. They walk away excitedly, likely talking about meeting us.

"That was so cool!" Tom says, looking at something on his phone. "Dude, the drive for them to LA is almost 10 hours!"

"I'm wondering who the fuck 'Mr. Disco' is," I add. I've never heard Brendon be called that before.

"I'm assuming that it's me," Brendon says, opening the door for the rest of us. When I walk through, he whispers something in my ear. "I don't really care who Mr. Disco is, as long as you'll be Mrs. Disco someday."

We quickly got inside and they showed us to the room and explained how it worked. Brendon being Brendon, he made us warm up as to not lose our voices.

"Is this really necessary?" Tom asked in between saying 'mommy made me mash my M&M's, oh no!' really fast.

"Are you really going to question the professional singer on why you have to warm up?" Brendon says with a questioning tone.

"No..."

We finished the warm ups and Brendon flips through the book of songs.

"They have all of my songs!" he yells excitedly. He ends up choosing Sex Is In The Heel from Kinky Boots.

After we all did a few songs, I finally decided to do one of Brendon's songs, despite the arguments from Tom and Aella.

/Brendon's POV/

As soon as I heard the starting notes to Miss Jackson, I got a huge smile on my face. Camari was going to butcher it, but it would be entertaining. I secretly got my phone out and recorded her.

"Hey-y-y-y-y-y-y /Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? /Hey-y-y-y-y-y /Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway /I love her anyway /I love her anyway /Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway..." she sings, and the smile on my face grows more. She was singing it in the wrong octave and was using the wrong notes. I lean over towards Aella and Tom to whisper something to them, keeping the video away from where I was.

"I hope you guys know that I'm going to marry her someday," I whisper to them and go back to my place.

"Good on you mate," Tom says, putting his hand on my shoulder like British people like to do. Aella covered her mouth with her hands, and when she removed them, a huge smile was on her face.

"Well, what did you think babe?" Cam says as the song ended. I stood up to kiss her before I spoke.

"You sounded amazing babe."