blustery night. winter is finally here, all i need to see is some snow, and i'll be a very happy girl.
i need to be on stage, all eyes on me, people whispering "who's that girl", girls envying me and wanting to be me, and guys wanting me. put that spotlight on me 'cause i'm gonna fucking shine (but can i handle it?).
i have these ridiculous fantasies, and one of them is that i'm the newest member of panic! at the disco; ryan hears me singing along to fall out boy backstage at one of their nyc shows (i'm going with someone to the honda civic tour that has connections, she's an amazing girl) and he says that my voice is what they need because they need someone to voice the "virgin" (assuming that the new cd picks up where "build god, then we'll talk" left off, using the same characters), and that i'm perfect for it. and so i join and brendon and i alternate verses when we sing, i dance my fucking heart out onstage (doing trademark dances from my school), and i'm loved, hated, and respected. when am i going to get my head out of the fucking clouds, that's never going to happen.
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