[facepalm] I can't believe I'm actually going to write this down, lol.

Okay, so it goes like this. I'm at a concert (CS, TAI, The Cab, it doesn't really make a difference) and through some absurd miracle of science and soundwaves, somebody in the band hears me singing along and is impressed with my voice. So after the show, when I'm hanging around outside the club/venue, said band member (lets say it's Mike Carden) approaches me and we talk about music for a while, until it's time for them to get on the bus to leave. Mike tells me that they're just going to the hotel for the night, and would I like to hang out and party with them? So of course I get my ass on that bus as fast as humanly possible (while still maintaining that "chill, laid back, not-at-all-starstruck" vibe) and we drink/party/talk/do stupid shit all night.

The next morning, we exchange email addresses and phone numbers and I hug everybody goodbye and go on my merry way. Cue to a undetermined amount of time later, I've been texting and email with the guys pretty regularly when Mike tells me that he told Pete about my amazing voice and pointed him towards my Myspace page (which is all of the sudden filled with posts about my amazing songs and demos). So, I'm freaking out and Pete fucking Wentz leaves me comments about my interesting and unique lyrics/style (HAHAHAHAHA) and how he'd like to meet me in person!

Fast forward once again, I've been signed to Decaydance (Pete's been dying to break into the girl!pop rock genre, lmfao), and I'm opening for Panic on their Yellowbrick Road Tour. Brendon and I watch copious amounts of Disney movies, I make cupcakes for Ryan (because that boy seriously needs a fucking cupcake), and Spencer and Jon are charmed by my wit and style and invite me for a longterm threesome! And then my life is complete, because what else could I possibly want. =D