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After the Music by Gemmi999, Gen
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Brent Wilson/Random people, het and slash, but mostly Gen
Length: 21000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gemmi999
Author Website: Gemmi999 on AO3
Why this must be read: This is a wonderful read on what happens to people after they've been kicked out of their band. Or even left.
It's how they get on with their lives, but are still affected by what they did.
I think Gemmi gives a very fair character driven piece about a band member of Panic! At the Disco that was kicked on and had to suddenly move on with his life in the realm of what we consider normal.
Even if you don't like Brent Wilson, please give it a chance. I think you'll surprise yourself on how much you like it, I know I did.
He hadn't thought it would be difficult readjusting to normal life. He'd been doing it for seventeen years before--but fuck, apparently a couple of years away from reality tended to screw with even the most well-adjusted of heads. And he could never claim to have been well-adjusted in the first place.
His parents tiptoe around him, to begin with. They're quiet when they used to be loud, and his dad stops his incessant humming before the tune even leaves his mouth, trying to keep the music out of Brent's ears. Brent kind of wishes it was that easy, that he could just turn off the part of him that actually heard beats and rhythms and tones, but he can't. That's all he's been hearing for years at this point, since he was thirteen and Ryan and Spencer asked him to join A Summer League because he could play guitar. He's trained his ears to hear music in everything, and even now that he isn't making any, he still hears the sweeping of the street cleaners and the honking of horns and thinks about how it could all blend together into a piece he'd call "Modern Life".
His mom believes in looking at the bright side of things. She leaves him college brochures spread out on his computer desk, and hides away the scrapbook she'd been keeping of the guys, as they made their way into the crazy world.
He'd known it would be difficult, but this feels as though entire parts of himself are missing. They'd been missing while he was on tour, as well, but this—
Brent doesn't know when he started noticing the missing pieces, when he started noticing the absences that used to be filled, and the noise that used to be voices and laughter and people enjoying each other's company. But now, at his parent's house, in the suburbs of Las Vegas, he can feel what's missing down to the toes of his feet.
It fucks with his balance, just a little, enough to skew things, and no matter how hard Brent looks, no matter where Brent looks, there's still something left of center.
After the Music
Pairing: Brent Wilson/Random people, het and slash, but mostly Gen
Length: 21000
Author on LJ:
gemmi999Author Website: Gemmi999 on AO3
Why this must be read: This is a wonderful read on what happens to people after they've been kicked out of their band. Or even left.
It's how they get on with their lives, but are still affected by what they did.
I think Gemmi gives a very fair character driven piece about a band member of Panic! At the Disco that was kicked on and had to suddenly move on with his life in the realm of what we consider normal.
Even if you don't like Brent Wilson, please give it a chance. I think you'll surprise yourself on how much you like it, I know I did.
He hadn't thought it would be difficult readjusting to normal life. He'd been doing it for seventeen years before--but fuck, apparently a couple of years away from reality tended to screw with even the most well-adjusted of heads. And he could never claim to have been well-adjusted in the first place.
His parents tiptoe around him, to begin with. They're quiet when they used to be loud, and his dad stops his incessant humming before the tune even leaves his mouth, trying to keep the music out of Brent's ears. Brent kind of wishes it was that easy, that he could just turn off the part of him that actually heard beats and rhythms and tones, but he can't. That's all he's been hearing for years at this point, since he was thirteen and Ryan and Spencer asked him to join A Summer League because he could play guitar. He's trained his ears to hear music in everything, and even now that he isn't making any, he still hears the sweeping of the street cleaners and the honking of horns and thinks about how it could all blend together into a piece he'd call "Modern Life".
His mom believes in looking at the bright side of things. She leaves him college brochures spread out on his computer desk, and hides away the scrapbook she'd been keeping of the guys, as they made their way into the crazy world.
He'd known it would be difficult, but this feels as though entire parts of himself are missing. They'd been missing while he was on tour, as well, but this—
Brent doesn't know when he started noticing the missing pieces, when he started noticing the absences that used to be filled, and the noise that used to be voices and laughter and people enjoying each other's company. But now, at his parent's house, in the suburbs of Las Vegas, he can feel what's missing down to the toes of his feet.
It fucks with his balance, just a little, enough to skew things, and no matter how hard Brent looks, no matter where Brent looks, there's still something left of center.
After the Music
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