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Brendon Urie - Frustrated Ex-Drummer. Someone should put that on a shirt. A sticker, or something -- something he can wear to make it even more obvious. Because it's true. Now, wait, no, he loves being the frontman, he does. It's all smiles and spotlights and energy and getting away with the craziest shit on stage, and it's fun, and he kind of doesn't know if he could give that up, now that he has it. But music is all over his body, in his fucking blood, and the drums, they get into his bones, and as much as it made him buzz happily to wander on stage during The Hush Sound's set, and rape the mic stand and sing a verse and steal Bob's hat, and as much as he really needed that hit of -- of crowd, and to let off that steam, just to be able to make it through the rest of the night to their own act without getting himself sat on or something (back when he was standing by the curtain, bouncing on his heels waiting for the right part of “Don't Wake Me Up”, Spencer did actually threaten it, and Jon would actually do it, and Ryan would just peek up from his magazine and totally pretend not to laugh. But that's okay, because Brendon would take his revenge later, oh yes). So, anyway, where the fuck was he?

Okay, so, yeah that shit is all great, but sometimes you just want to sit in a corner and air drum. So that's exactly what Brendon did. And he stayed there even after Spencer poked his head out (just to check in, because if Brendon had gotten hit on the head with another flying bottle he probably would have heard about it but you never really knew), and Brendon was all smiles and tilting his head in, pretending to be serious -- something about the meet-and-greets, maybe, probably -- while he really just wanted to go, "Hey! Hey, look! We're back at Summerfest! And this is like, a bazillion times better than last year!" And then Spencer and Jon left again and Brendon fake-drummed his hyperactive little ass off, and it was awesome.

He was still a buzzy freak, though, by the time 9:30 rolled around or something, and Jon sat on him on the dressing room couch and Spencer made a refined I-warned-you face, and Brendon waved his arms and shouted, "Save me Ryan Ross! You're my only hope!" because Star Wars is suddenly relevant when there's an ass on your shoulders. But Ryan just smirked behind his book, while Brendon squirmed and scowled, and that's why he slapped Ryan's ass in front of twenty-three thousand squealing fans.

Okay, well, also it was because he'd just kind of always wanted to slap Ryan's ass in front of twenty-three thousand people.

It was part of the fun.