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Life In Technicolor 1Short StoryBrendon sat in the studio, strumming his beautiful pine acoustic guitar lightly. "I can't think of anything, Spence." He said, head buried in his hands, dark chunks of his hair falling over his hands. They had just lost half the members of their band, Panic! At The Disco, and had trouble writing songs. "Maybe we need some more people, Brendon. We can't make an album with just the two of us." Spencer replied. He flipped his drumsticks around in his fingers, placed them back on the drums, and walked over to Brendon. "I can play guitar, and sing, and you can play drums and sing a little. That's all we need, right?" Brendon said, looking up. "Well, I guess so, but we kind of need a bass player. It won't be the same without Jon, I know, but we still need one. Plus it's almost impossible to sing while playing the drums." Spencer suggested. "You're right. There is no way that Jon and Ryan will re-join. But we still need someone. I'll try to find a way to get one. "Brendon said, ro
GrayI'm just hiding.Hiding from them.Hiding my colorsFading to gray for them.Gray.A bored colorA fade, a shadeOf what it wants to be.It wants to be so many colorsBut it has to be boring old gray.Just for them.