Unwritten // Julie and the Phantoms (Reggie Peters)

20

[Stand Tall]

Below the Orpheum sign, the marquee read 'PANIC! AT THE DISCO DOWNSLIDE'.

Odette tilted her head, looking at the sign. "Panic! at the Disco. That's an odd name."

"Don't worry, guys," Alex said. "Willie said he'd get us on the marquee." The four walked down the street.

"This is gonna work, right?" Reggie asked.

"It has to," Luke replied as they were hit by another jolt.

Odette groaned. "It's getting worse, boys."

Willie appeared behind them and asked, "Hey, are you guys okay?"

They held their ribs and Odette spat, "We're fantastic. Thanks for asking."

Alex shot her a look before saying, "Yeah. It's nothing we haven't felt before. How'd it go?"

"When the opening band wakes up, they're gonna find their bus 200 miles outside of Vegas." He turned with a Downslide tour jacket. "With no chance of getting back in time."

Willie and Luke did a handshake and Reggie and Odette high-fived.

"And that means there's probably a promoter upstairs right about - now freaking out," Luke said.

"Nah, this is Hollywood, man," Willie replied. "I bet he's being very professional."

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The promoter slammed the phone a few times. "What do you mean the bus drove itself? Buses don't just drive themselves!"

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Luke, Odette and Reggie walked away from Alex and Willie.

"I know... how much you're risking. Thank you, Willie," Alex said.

Willie smiled. "I told you. I'd do anything for you."

Alex breathed heavily and hugged Willie tightly, then pulled away and cleared his throat. "All right. You, uh... You'd better get out of here before Caleb catches you with us."

"Yeah. I'll see you around, hot dog." He chuckled and skated away.

"Alex, you all right, man?" Reggie asked.

"Yeah," Alex replied. "Yeah, I'm okay."

The ghosts smiled and Luke said, "Well, thanks to Willie, Panic! at the Disco needs an opening band."

"Then I guess someone up there needs to let them know we're available."

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"No," a man said. "No, stop saying the bus drove off." He hit his phone on the desk.

"Yeah. Willie was right," Reggie said. "This guy is a total pro."

"All right, guys," Luke stated. "Let the magic happen. Alex, no dancing."

Alex chasséd and pirouetted his way to the desk and smacked something off the desk. The woman went to pick it up and they wrote their number on a piece of paper and typed their name into her computer playing a video of them.