Good evening, everyone! Rin here welcoming all of you to the first chapter of "Panic in a Small Town"!! Here's a little background of this little plot bunny: One day during a local event, I wondered to myself what it would be like to go on this big rampaging adventure with my favorite band. And thus, this was born.

Originally started on deviantART on 7/15/07. (Yes, I recorded the date.) Now, somewhere around the twenty-second chapter, a horrible and traumatic experience happened for me that caused the temporary end of the story, but as two years have passed, I have gotten over that little marking and have resurfaced this old thing and bringing it to you as my Fanfiction debut! Trust me, not all of my ramblings are this long.

Now, the plot takes fourteen-year-olds Rena (an alter-ego of myself) and her best friend Erika on a fantastic journey as they bring the band Panic! At the Disco to their hometown for a local event.

In this plot, P!ATD is having a money issue and they cannot perform anywhere, this is where our story begins.

Chapter 1

Sighing heavily, I leaned onto my left hand, bored out of my mind, as I searched the web for… well for anything really. I had my earphones in my ears and plugged into the computer listening to songs from my favorite Playlist. I had found myself chatting online with my friends while I was searching for random information, and had just happened to click a reliable lyrics site to a song by Panic! At the Disco, only to get a loud POP noise followed by someone saying (only it was more like shouting since my earphones turn any volume up very loud), "Would you like to help Panic! At the Disco? Click here to find out how!"

To the loud POP, I ripped the earphones from my ears and held them away from my head leaving them dangling in my hand. I stared at the black ear-buds able to hear the entire announcement, even though they were several inches away. The announcement was odd, though I did like the idea of helping, since I'm that kind of person. Then something hit me: Why did world-wide famous Panic! At the Disco need help?

Putting each ear-bud tenderly back in my ears, I clicked the pop-up, which in return clicked loudly at me and brought up the extra Internet window on my already crowded screen. The new window wasn't very bright or decorated like the other sites I was on, though it did have a very good picture of the band which forced me to re-open a different window to make my heart slow it's frantic beating, from both the picture and the sudden scare of the pop-up.

Typing at my normal speed, which is surprisingly fast, I sent an instant message to my friends on my chat site telling them that I was going to be busy for the next couple minutes, and warned them to wait, throwing in a little added message about chasing them with a leek if they did not wait. However, I did not tell them what I was doing; it was better than letting out my chance of being nice.

I brought back up the pop-up window and started reading slowly to be careful. Most of the website was just a profile on the band members along with some pictures of their concerts. At the bottom of the screen was the time and date in which the site was made. It had just been up since no later than midnight, and it was only eleven-thirty in the morning. I had no honest idea to why I was up so early in the morning.

Reading along further, I found a sentence that read, "Click here to find out how to help us!" The entire sentence was colored blue, a link, so I clicked on it. Why do I have such an odd habit of clicking the weirdest links? The link brought me to another page on the pop-up site that had somewhat big lettering and explaining the story.

"Oh God, here we go." I said out loud and looking around my empty dining room, even though I knew that I was home alone. I started reading.

"For many of months now, Panic! At the Disco has been having many issues with performances. They're losing money, and very little people are listening to their songs. Although this very talented group shouldn't be in this situation, somehow, they are and need help. Even the smallest help or donation is acceptable.

"Please help Panic! At the Disco so they can continue their wonderful songs they have graced this continent with!"