Panic at the Oscars (standalone)
Title: Panic at the Oscars
Author: habezweikatzen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Shane had asked them a week before the film was supposed to finish being edited if they would write and perform a song.
Disclaimer: Fake fake fake
Author Notes: Thanks to my sister ivesia19 who made sure that this was posted correctly. And for being awesome.
Shane had asked them a week before the film was supposed to finish being edited if they would write and perform a song. Well, he asked Ryan to write a song. Brendon, he assumed, would acquiesce without the slightest hesitation. Brendon was, after all, his best friend, and he maybe owed him a favor or two since that incident last year in Portland.
Ryan bitched a little bit at first, musing about how inspiration can’t just be created, Shane. I can’t just be creative on demand. But, Shane had invited him over for dinner, homemade dinner. About halfway through, after explaining the film, how he had worked so hard - slaved over it, Ryan Ross , Ryan had caved and agreed to write the song.
Later that night, as Shane, Brendon and Ryan sat sprawled across the couch, Ryan’s hand absently stroking Brendon’s hair, Shane noticed how all of a sudden, Brendon turned to whisper something to Ryan too softly for Shane to hear, and the older boy stilled before breaking into a grin. When Brendon turned back to the screen, Shane noticed Ryan’s hands fidgeting as if itching for a pen, and he silently passed a notebook and pen that had laying around to him.
Ryan’s song, Shane had a strong suspicion, would turn out perfectly.
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The movie was good. It wasn’t a documentary like Brendon had been used to expecting from Shane. The film had been Shane’s secret for the past eight months, something he slaved over but refused to even explain to Brendon until a week before it was finished. Brendon hadn’t seen it until the premier he was currently attending, the rest of his band joining him in the audience as they watched the film unfold.
It was a love story, quiet and understated. The filming was perfect, and the entire audience seemed to feel the same way he did as the credits rolled - exalted. Brendon wasn’t afraid to admit that his heart jumped a little as he heard his voice drifting over the credits, echoing the words that Ryan had written accompanied by Jon’s constant bass line and Spencer’s beat.
Shane looked over at him, and he smiled. Thanks, Shane mouthed. Brendon returned his smile. It was beautiful.
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Shane couldn’t believe it. “Brendon!” he screamed, his voice carrying throughout their apartment. “Come here, right now!” Shane heard Brendon’s sock feet sliding across the floor as he came into the living room.
“What?! Shane! What?!” His voice was breathless, having ran quickly across the entire apartment and having to swerve to narrowly avoid Dylan.
“Listen to this voicemail,” Shane insisted, dialing the number on his phone and hitting the Speaker button quickly.
“Shane Valdez, this is your agent. Your movie, it’s been fucking nominated. For Oscars. Plural, as in more than one. Best Director, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Song. Motherfucker, you’ve arrived!” The tinny voice over the phone was bursting with excitement that seemed to reflect and magnify in Brendon’s eyes.
“Man, that’s amazing! I think I spaced out at Best Director... shit, man, you could win an Oscar,” Brendon gushed, his body vibrating up and down with energy and happiness.
“You could win a fucking Oscar, Best Song! Spencer is going to piss himself, man,” Shane replied, buzzing with just as much excitement.
“I’ve got to call Ryan, right now,” Brendon’s face split further into a grin as he skitted out of the living room, anxious to get his Sidekick.
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They were seated together, Shane, Reagan, Jon, Cassie, Spencer, Haley, Ryan and Brendon, dressed sharply in tuxes and gowns. Brendon would have never imagined himself at the Oscars - ever.
“Music holds the ability to inspire us, motivate us, cradle us with soft words or bold sounds. While movies are regarded typically for their dialogue and visuals, music is something that adds the final cohesive touch,” presenter Gwyneth Paltrow enunciated. “The nominees for Best Song are: Last Touch from the movie Last Touch, written and performed by Elton John; Fourteen Years from the movie In Your Arms, written and performed by Annie Lennox; and “You and All You Are” from the movie Five Days Left, written and performed by Panic at the Disco. ” The presenter, glimmering in her silver gown, smiled as she looked down and peeled the envelope open. Brendon felt Ryan’s hand slip into his own, twining their fingers together and squeezing gently.
“And the winner is... Panic at the Disco, “You and All You Are” from the film Five Days Left.”
Then, there was noise, applause from all around them as Shane prodded Ryan and Brendon up, their hands still clasped as they followed Spencer and Jon to the stage. The first duo paused when they reached the podium, allowing Brendon, slipping his hand from Ryan’s to approach the microphone. Brendon cleared his throat and leaned in.
“Thank you. Just, thank you so much. Music is, has, and always will be my life, just as my friends and family. Jon, Spence, thanks for being the best bandmates a vocalist could ask for and the best friends a geeky ex-Mormon dork could hope for. Mom, Dad, everyone at home: thank you. Shane, you’ve been more than just a roommate, you’ve been a friend and not just for letting me have the larger bedroom. Ryan, Ry, you know that you have been my best friend since we met, and no one deserves this more than you. I love you all. Thank you.” The band moved to leave the stage, but were interrupted when Ryan stepped forward.
“I’m not normally the one in the band to be heard. Anyone who knows us knows Brendon’s voice. But, this is a song that I wrote. When Shane first asked me to write something for his incredible, incredible film, I didn’t even want to do it. But, he somehow managed to persuade me, and it’s the best decision I have ever made. This song is more than just a song that was created for a film. It’s a song about love.
“I’m not really known for public declarations or acts of affection or anything, but there are firsts for everyone and this is a pretty special occasion. Brendon,” he breathes, turning toward the younger man, “I could never, ever have written a song about love if I hadn’t been in love with you for almost all of our friendship. I’ve never met anyone who understands me better - sorry, Spencer - or who has the ability to make my heart race like you do, even after six years. So, even though you have your own, this is for you, my friend, my voice, my love. Thank you to the Academy, to Shane, to Zach Hall, to Pete, and to Jon, the fourth part of our whole - our steady rock, and to Spencer, who has kept me strong since I was six and he was five and who is the best drummer around. But, mostly, thank you to Brendon for being my muse and being my reason to keep on writing mushy, sappy love songs. I love you,” he finishes in a whisper, glancing into Brendon’s eyes, seeing the tears brimming there.
The two boys collided into each other, grasping onto the other as if they were lifelines, as the audience erupted into somewhat shocked applause. As the music swelled, meant to cue them off the stage, the duo meandered off the stage, never loosening their grips on the other as Jon and Spencer watched them with grins.
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Shane won, too, not that anyone was all too surprised except Shane himself. Reagan gripped his hand and pushed him forward, his feet wobbling as he made his way to the stage, accepting the Oscar and stepping to the microphone.
“I’m, um, I’m not sure if I can express how amazingly thankful I am for this. Thank you, Academy. Reagan, thank you for standing by me and being a friend and a lover. My editing staff and my actors, thank you so much for giving me and everyone one hundred percent of your best work. Jon, Spencer, you guys know how amazing you are, and how much I love you both,” Shane grinned as he prepared to end his speech. “Ryan, you wrote me a song to complete my film, but, more than that, you captured the heart of my roommate and best friend. You two deserve each other, and I love you both dearly. Thank you for everything. Thank you to my audience, my family, everyone, thank you.”
And the audience cheered.
Author: habezweikatzen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Shane had asked them a week before the film was supposed to finish being edited if they would write and perform a song.
Disclaimer: Fake fake fake
Author Notes: Thanks to my sister ivesia19 who made sure that this was posted correctly. And for being awesome.
Shane had asked them a week before the film was supposed to finish being edited if they would write and perform a song. Well, he asked Ryan to write a song. Brendon, he assumed, would acquiesce without the slightest hesitation. Brendon was, after all, his best friend, and he maybe owed him a favor or two since that incident last year in Portland.
Ryan bitched a little bit at first, musing about how inspiration can’t just be created, Shane. I can’t just be creative on demand. But, Shane had invited him over for dinner, homemade dinner. About halfway through, after explaining the film, how he had worked so hard - slaved over it, Ryan Ross , Ryan had caved and agreed to write the song.
Later that night, as Shane, Brendon and Ryan sat sprawled across the couch, Ryan’s hand absently stroking Brendon’s hair, Shane noticed how all of a sudden, Brendon turned to whisper something to Ryan too softly for Shane to hear, and the older boy stilled before breaking into a grin. When Brendon turned back to the screen, Shane noticed Ryan’s hands fidgeting as if itching for a pen, and he silently passed a notebook and pen that had laying around to him.
Ryan’s song, Shane had a strong suspicion, would turn out perfectly.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The movie was good. It wasn’t a documentary like Brendon had been used to expecting from Shane. The film had been Shane’s secret for the past eight months, something he slaved over but refused to even explain to Brendon until a week before it was finished. Brendon hadn’t seen it until the premier he was currently attending, the rest of his band joining him in the audience as they watched the film unfold.
It was a love story, quiet and understated. The filming was perfect, and the entire audience seemed to feel the same way he did as the credits rolled - exalted. Brendon wasn’t afraid to admit that his heart jumped a little as he heard his voice drifting over the credits, echoing the words that Ryan had written accompanied by Jon’s constant bass line and Spencer’s beat.
Shane looked over at him, and he smiled. Thanks, Shane mouthed. Brendon returned his smile. It was beautiful.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Shane couldn’t believe it. “Brendon!” he screamed, his voice carrying throughout their apartment. “Come here, right now!” Shane heard Brendon’s sock feet sliding across the floor as he came into the living room.
“What?! Shane! What?!” His voice was breathless, having ran quickly across the entire apartment and having to swerve to narrowly avoid Dylan.
“Listen to this voicemail,” Shane insisted, dialing the number on his phone and hitting the Speaker button quickly.
“Shane Valdez, this is your agent. Your movie, it’s been fucking nominated. For Oscars. Plural, as in more than one. Best Director, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Song. Motherfucker, you’ve arrived!” The tinny voice over the phone was bursting with excitement that seemed to reflect and magnify in Brendon’s eyes.
“Man, that’s amazing! I think I spaced out at Best Director... shit, man, you could win an Oscar,” Brendon gushed, his body vibrating up and down with energy and happiness.
“You could win a fucking Oscar, Best Song! Spencer is going to piss himself, man,” Shane replied, buzzing with just as much excitement.
“I’ve got to call Ryan, right now,” Brendon’s face split further into a grin as he skitted out of the living room, anxious to get his Sidekick.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
They were seated together, Shane, Reagan, Jon, Cassie, Spencer, Haley, Ryan and Brendon, dressed sharply in tuxes and gowns. Brendon would have never imagined himself at the Oscars - ever.
“Music holds the ability to inspire us, motivate us, cradle us with soft words or bold sounds. While movies are regarded typically for their dialogue and visuals, music is something that adds the final cohesive touch,” presenter Gwyneth Paltrow enunciated. “The nominees for Best Song are: Last Touch from the movie Last Touch, written and performed by Elton John; Fourteen Years from the movie In Your Arms, written and performed by Annie Lennox; and “You and All You Are” from the movie Five Days Left, written and performed by Panic at the Disco. ” The presenter, glimmering in her silver gown, smiled as she looked down and peeled the envelope open. Brendon felt Ryan’s hand slip into his own, twining their fingers together and squeezing gently.
“And the winner is... Panic at the Disco, “You and All You Are” from the film Five Days Left.”
Then, there was noise, applause from all around them as Shane prodded Ryan and Brendon up, their hands still clasped as they followed Spencer and Jon to the stage. The first duo paused when they reached the podium, allowing Brendon, slipping his hand from Ryan’s to approach the microphone. Brendon cleared his throat and leaned in.
“Thank you. Just, thank you so much. Music is, has, and always will be my life, just as my friends and family. Jon, Spence, thanks for being the best bandmates a vocalist could ask for and the best friends a geeky ex-Mormon dork could hope for. Mom, Dad, everyone at home: thank you. Shane, you’ve been more than just a roommate, you’ve been a friend and not just for letting me have the larger bedroom. Ryan, Ry, you know that you have been my best friend since we met, and no one deserves this more than you. I love you all. Thank you.” The band moved to leave the stage, but were interrupted when Ryan stepped forward.
“I’m not normally the one in the band to be heard. Anyone who knows us knows Brendon’s voice. But, this is a song that I wrote. When Shane first asked me to write something for his incredible, incredible film, I didn’t even want to do it. But, he somehow managed to persuade me, and it’s the best decision I have ever made. This song is more than just a song that was created for a film. It’s a song about love.
“I’m not really known for public declarations or acts of affection or anything, but there are firsts for everyone and this is a pretty special occasion. Brendon,” he breathes, turning toward the younger man, “I could never, ever have written a song about love if I hadn’t been in love with you for almost all of our friendship. I’ve never met anyone who understands me better - sorry, Spencer - or who has the ability to make my heart race like you do, even after six years. So, even though you have your own, this is for you, my friend, my voice, my love. Thank you to the Academy, to Shane, to Zach Hall, to Pete, and to Jon, the fourth part of our whole - our steady rock, and to Spencer, who has kept me strong since I was six and he was five and who is the best drummer around. But, mostly, thank you to Brendon for being my muse and being my reason to keep on writing mushy, sappy love songs. I love you,” he finishes in a whisper, glancing into Brendon’s eyes, seeing the tears brimming there.
The two boys collided into each other, grasping onto the other as if they were lifelines, as the audience erupted into somewhat shocked applause. As the music swelled, meant to cue them off the stage, the duo meandered off the stage, never loosening their grips on the other as Jon and Spencer watched them with grins.
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Shane won, too, not that anyone was all too surprised except Shane himself. Reagan gripped his hand and pushed him forward, his feet wobbling as he made his way to the stage, accepting the Oscar and stepping to the microphone.
“I’m, um, I’m not sure if I can express how amazingly thankful I am for this. Thank you, Academy. Reagan, thank you for standing by me and being a friend and a lover. My editing staff and my actors, thank you so much for giving me and everyone one hundred percent of your best work. Jon, Spencer, you guys know how amazing you are, and how much I love you both,” Shane grinned as he prepared to end his speech. “Ryan, you wrote me a song to complete my film, but, more than that, you captured the heart of my roommate and best friend. You two deserve each other, and I love you both dearly. Thank you for everything. Thank you to my audience, my family, everyone, thank you.”
And the audience cheered.