On stage, Brendon walks towards you, still singing, cueing you to scream the upcoming lyrics, letting off the vocals slightly, to allow your voice to be heard better, but it gets a bit out of hand, and you start running out of breath quicker than you thought you would.

Creator's notes:

-this one's male pov because we got flamed for making it fem pov

-we got sick over the weekend. We hate being sick.

-I sometimes refer to myself as "we" or "us" for some reason, idk why. It just feels right