Panic At The Disco: A Narrative Fiction

Then Jeffrey pushed through the milling cluster. I was right behind him. He walked straight up to his mother and touched her hip as she daubed at her chest. “Ma, we should go now.” It’s all he said.

Phish has inherited the legacy of the Grateful Dead. A responsibility that includes: playing a different set every night, constant jamming and experimenting. Phish is trailed across the country by adoring fans that think their heroes can do no wrong. What makes them so special is that their music winds together. It is full of freedom and happiness. Their lyrics are totally original; they have this weird way of looking at the world and when they express this in their songs it takes you to a whole different level of thinking.

I had the wonderful opportunity to observe my little brother, Joseph – or as he is most commonly known within my family, Jo-Jo. This hilarious little boy – who once approached me wearing my cats’ toy tunnel, carrying a sock in one hand and a fidget spinner in the other, told me that I could not join him in his play because “[I] did not give [him] any monies” – is now the focus of my paper. Before I delve into this observation summary, I would to give a little insight that is Joseph David Stirling. While conducting this observation, Joe shared with me that he was going to have a “new baby brother”. His name? Well, of course his name is going to also be Joseph David Stirling. I wanted to share this because, as you will see, he is such an interesting

Jacob's mother wakes suddenly and looks around the room as if she could hear a voice. She shakes her head.

At that moment the seven year old girl and her brother came down the stairs. The young girl sang out a good morning and Danny gave a small nod before returning his gaze upon the hardwood floor. Neil worried about her nephew. The boy who used to be able to light up the room with his smile hadn’t spoken a word in weeks. He never smiled any more and always looked tired.

It was sixth grade and my family got us tickets to see Nine Inch Nails. So the day came along and we made the long drive to St. Louis to go and see them. We got there around 3 hours early and they were people there with stands outside the arena selling Nine Inch Nails t-shirts, hats, buttons, you name it, they had it. So we sat outside the arena for the 3 whole hours and then finally they opened the door to get in and we were practically first through the doors. Right when we walked in there were even more stands selling merchandise than there were outside. So after getting popcorn, cotton candy, soda, all the snacks we would need for the concert we headed to our seats. After about 15 minutes of sitting in our seats

The song Always by Panic at the disco was released on their fourth album titled vices and virtues. When just reading the lyrics, the theme of this song is regretting losing a relationship. The song displays the poetic devices of a metaphor in the line where it is stated “I'm the light blinking at the end of the road” and “I'm a fly that's trapped in a web”. Alliteration is used when the line “Lonely, lonely little life” is sung. Also, the poetic device of repetition is shown when the artist repeats “It was always you, Falling for me, Now there's always time Calling for me”.

Mark is a successful logger and has a wife and son. He makes good money and can even perform one hundred pushups in a row. For some reason he isn’t happy though. He thought when he followed in his father’s footsteps he’d have it all. He now feels empty inside. He’s always away from his family and even though he makes money he doesn’t spend it much. He has no time. Today is one of the rare days Mark has off. His family has eaten dinner and is now getting ready for bed. His ten-year-old son Billy is playing with Legos. Out of the blue, Mark ask his son what he wants to be when he grows up. He’s horrified when his son replies” a logger like you dad”. Most parents wouldn’t really care if their young child had this reply but Mark did. He told his son that wasn’t an option. He didn’t want him to be disappointed when he found out the realities of the

People may think of music as random noise. As for me, I thought so, too. Two years ago my best friend introduced me to a band called Panic! At The Disco. For a more pop-genre person, listening to an alternative rock band was not of interest. For the sake of her constant asking, I gave them a chance. One day, I put in my earbuds and stumbled across this one song, “Trade Mistakes” by Panic! At The Disco and it changed my perspective of music.

I am about ready to jump out of my chair, FINALLY the bell rang. I sprint as fast as I can to get to choir. Today is auditions for the winter concert solo. My friend Lauren stops me in the hall. "Are you excited?" she asks. "Yes I am" I replied. As soon as we get to his class, we notice a microphone set up. As people pour in, Mr. Vandyke puts up our rehearsal outline to copy. He stands up to tell us what to do next. He is holding auditions in the practice room.

Three weeks before school was due to start I booked my flight to return to Texas. Mom, Lester, Imani, Shay, and Johaly were sad to see me leave, but I had to get back into the swing of things and get all of this partying out of my system. Lester offered to take me to the airport, but I declined and let Shay take me instead. I knew that Lester taking me wouldn’t be a good idea because of what had happened between the two of us. I still couldn’t believe that I’d had sex with my stepdad. This would definitely be a summer that I’d never forget.

On the last day of school my friends Jack, Ian, and Tom decided that they were going to find their way into his house and see what he does all day. The plan was simple; everyone was going to “sleepover” Tom’s house. We picked Tom’s house because he only lived five houses down the street from Mr. Gronk and he snuck out of his house all of the time because his parent’s bedroom was on the third floor, and we would leave tom’s house through the door in the basement, loud noises were not going to be an issue. The issue would be finding our way over to Mr. Gronk’s house at one in the morning.

I am awaken by the sunlight coming from my window as if someone was pointing a flash light on my eyelids. I grab my phone to check what time it is. My phone reads eight o’clock. I can’t recall the last time I woke up this early, especially on a weekend. I struggle to get out of my nice, cold, and comfortable bed, but I eventually do. As I walk downstairs to the kitchen, I hear the noise of a knife hitting the cutting board. “Breakfast, the most important meal of the day,” my brother says as he cuts the meat. He then gets a measuring cup and fills it with oatmeal, adds a little bit of water and heats it up for a couple of seconds and takes it right back out. He then begins adding some honey on top, “this is going to

The faint sound of music slowly becomes clearer approaching the stadium. The sound of exciting screams and singing lingers in the air. It is every millennial teenage girl's fantasy: a One Direction concert. A concert can be entertaining and exhilarating because one gets to see a favorite artist and experience something new.

Is that you, Jonesy? I asked because he usually had the longest stride, slowest run, and loudest footsteps. Nope, he replied. Then they stopped.” I look at their faces and Mom screamed: “DINNER’S READY!” We all ran to the kitchen and got our plates piled with homemade pizza. “Continue the story!” one of my brother’s friends shouted. “Let’s finish eating,” I said. “Darn!” all the boys said in unison. We all immediately started laughing. We sat around and finished off all of the pizza. We all went back into the living room, except me. I hung around to make sure my brother had his costume on right and it looked scary enough.