With the Voice of an Angel She Mesmerized Me...and My Best Mates
chapter one - collision with my hero
“I chime in with haven’t you people ever heard of closing a god damn door,” Panic! At the Disco blasted out of my radio alarm clock, rolling over I hit the snooze button and clambered out of bed. Grabbing some clothes I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Turning off the tap I pulled on a pair of legging with a ragged green skirt over the top yanked a black tee over my head and left the bathroom and walked down to the kitchen in search of caffeine. I passed my friends and they didn’t say hi they know well enough not to talk to me until I have some form of caffeine. I opened the pantry and nearly died. No coffee. Yanking jar after jar off the shelves in search of my precious coffee
“WHERE IS THE COFFEE?!” I screamed,
“Um… there’s none left riddle.”
“No coffee.” I was so pissed off, I needed caffeine and no coffee means I can’t make mocha.
“Here, have some coke,” Karine passed me and icy can and I sculled it down.
“Hunni, what are you wearing?” Asked Brittney, “We have to go to the academy.”
“It’s the weekend.” I said rolling my eyes at her stupidity. The girls burst out laughing
“It’s Monday riddle.” Karine choked out
“But you’re in sweats,” I said pointing at her
“P.J’s stupid.” I swore loudly and dragged myself back upstairs, I pulled on a pair blue/green jeans and a black halter-neck, lacing up my seventies vintage boots. I stormed down stairs. God damn you, Performing Arts College.
*GENERAL POV:*
The six girls strutted through the halls of the school hugging each other goodbye at their various classes. Fashion – and off went Brittney and Milan, Dance – Sasha and Fiona left, Writing – away went Karine leaving ‘riddle’ to walk alone to the music department.
“Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid,” Her phone rang and she dived into her shoulder bag to answer it, bringing it to her ear
“Hello,” She said zipping up her bag, “Ow!” She ran into someone and fell backward sending her phone flying across the hall.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Asked a guys voice She opened her eyes
“FUCK! You’re Spencer Smith!” She screamed
“Shut up,” Said the guy who was helping me up form behind Riddle glanced around
“Brendon Urie!”
*RIDDLES POV:*
“I was hoping no one would recognise us,” Ryan Ross said from next to Brendon I raised a palm to my temple
“I must have hit my head VERY hard,” I said to myself, “This can’t be real.”
“Oh no this is real, What’s your name anyway?” Spencer said, I stood up no easy feat in three inch heels mind you
“I’m Riddle, you must here this all the time. But I’m your biggest fan, I LOVE you guys.” I saw the alarm in Ryan’s eyes
“I am not a teenie geez…” I muttered, dusting myself off. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief
“So, you go here?” Brendon asked
“Well not here,” I said, as we were in multimedia “I’m in the music department.”
“Awesome! What do you play?” Asked Spencer, raising one eyebrow I mean ONE eyebrow! Come on.
“Bit of everything,” I nonchalantly replied.
“Come on, you have to have been good to have gotten in. SO what do you play?” Pushed Ryan
I sighed, “You want the long list then FINE here we go; Saxophone, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Drums, Flute, Piano, Keyboard, Cello, Double Bass and Violin plus many others. But my main game is singing.” By now we had reached the music department “Well this is my stop see you.”
“Very soon, I hope.” I swore I heard Brendon say it. But I shook the thought from my mind and opened the classroom door.
“Hey Riddle! Tristan wants to go over the final presentations with us for the workshop. Apparently there’s some special guests we are performing for.” Said Hillary practically jumping on me, she seemed VERY nervous.
“Oh great…” I mused sarcastically having a good mind of who these special guests were.
“WHERE IS THE COFFEE?!” I screamed,
“Um… there’s none left riddle.”
“No coffee.” I was so pissed off, I needed caffeine and no coffee means I can’t make mocha.
“Here, have some coke,” Karine passed me and icy can and I sculled it down.
“Hunni, what are you wearing?” Asked Brittney, “We have to go to the academy.”
“It’s the weekend.” I said rolling my eyes at her stupidity. The girls burst out laughing
“It’s Monday riddle.” Karine choked out
“But you’re in sweats,” I said pointing at her
“P.J’s stupid.” I swore loudly and dragged myself back upstairs, I pulled on a pair blue/green jeans and a black halter-neck, lacing up my seventies vintage boots. I stormed down stairs. God damn you, Performing Arts College.
*GENERAL POV:*
The six girls strutted through the halls of the school hugging each other goodbye at their various classes. Fashion – and off went Brittney and Milan, Dance – Sasha and Fiona left, Writing – away went Karine leaving ‘riddle’ to walk alone to the music department.
“Can’t take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid,” Her phone rang and she dived into her shoulder bag to answer it, bringing it to her ear
“Hello,” She said zipping up her bag, “Ow!” She ran into someone and fell backward sending her phone flying across the hall.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Asked a guys voice She opened her eyes
“FUCK! You’re Spencer Smith!” She screamed
“Shut up,” Said the guy who was helping me up form behind Riddle glanced around
“Brendon Urie!”
*RIDDLES POV:*
“I was hoping no one would recognise us,” Ryan Ross said from next to Brendon I raised a palm to my temple
“I must have hit my head VERY hard,” I said to myself, “This can’t be real.”
“Oh no this is real, What’s your name anyway?” Spencer said, I stood up no easy feat in three inch heels mind you
“I’m Riddle, you must here this all the time. But I’m your biggest fan, I LOVE you guys.” I saw the alarm in Ryan’s eyes
“I am not a teenie geez…” I muttered, dusting myself off. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief
“So, you go here?” Brendon asked
“Well not here,” I said, as we were in multimedia “I’m in the music department.”
“Awesome! What do you play?” Asked Spencer, raising one eyebrow I mean ONE eyebrow! Come on.
“Bit of everything,” I nonchalantly replied.
“Come on, you have to have been good to have gotten in. SO what do you play?” Pushed Ryan
I sighed, “You want the long list then FINE here we go; Saxophone, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Drums, Flute, Piano, Keyboard, Cello, Double Bass and Violin plus many others. But my main game is singing.” By now we had reached the music department “Well this is my stop see you.”
“Very soon, I hope.” I swore I heard Brendon say it. But I shook the thought from my mind and opened the classroom door.
“Hey Riddle! Tristan wants to go over the final presentations with us for the workshop. Apparently there’s some special guests we are performing for.” Said Hillary practically jumping on me, she seemed VERY nervous.
“Oh great…” I mused sarcastically having a good mind of who these special guests were.