Don’t panic

Date: 7/30/2018

I was a backing singer for Panic! At The Disco. I mean what. My school picked a few of us to go see the concert while it was in London. I thought that was it but the next thing I knew I’m meeting Brendon and the band and getting lyric sheets to memorise for the performance. I start to panic (no pun intended) because I don’t sing. - On the way onto stage I’m talking to the girl in front of me who has done this before and she tells me to look professional and walk in a straight line. We walk past the car park and I see a lot of Panic stickers and stuff in the cars. Then we go in through a line in the audience and I see a lot of Panic T-shirts and a guy with a red mohawk. I walk up on stage and grab my mic. Then the dream ends. — Also my parents were in the garden having an argument with our neighbours who were hanging out the window. The neighbours were complaining that we were too loud in he evening but my parents said they were too loud in the morning.