It was a Las Vegas wedding. Not the kind where the fifty-year-old guy dresses up like Elvis Presley or an axe murderer. It was a normal wedding. If a rock star getting married could ever be considered normal.

The bride – a beautiful woman of twenty-three with thick, dark brown curls – wore white. Her name was Adrienne. And the groom – a rock star by all means with a handsome face and very green eyes – wore black. His name was Billie Joe.

After the church ceremony ended, Dare trudged outside with the rest of the audience. There were quite a few there. She mostly stuck next to her deaf brother, David.

It was September the second. Dare would be starting her first year of Graduate school at Oxford University in exactly three days. Which didn't give her much time to get home and get ready.

"Hey Dare!" someone yelled ahead of her in the crowd.

Dare spotted Patrick Stump's hand waving in the air.

Dare squeezed David's hand and he smiled at her before she raced off trying to get to Patrick. When she finally made it, Patrick breathed, "Man! That was so boring, don't you think?"

Dare laughed. "Just wait until you get married. It won't be so boring then."

Patrick shook his head. "Whatever you say."

They started walking again. Everyone was convening on the lower part of the great field before them, gathering in their own little cliques of families or friends. And that was when Dare saw him. Rather, she saw them. Although that wasn't entirely true either because as soon as she saw him, they went away.

And then, as if Dare was being punished by God, Patrick shouted, "Hey, Brendon!"

Dare couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't comprehend what was around her. All she saw was Brendon turn around, look at Patrick, and then he turned to Dare. She waited for the realization to crash on him like a wave, but it didn't happen. At least, not yet.

For some reason, Dare had kept moving towards him. She wondered why until she saw Patrick was practically dragging her along with earnest.

Patrick was part of a band called Fall Out Boy. Brendon was part of a band called Panic! At the Disco. Apparently, Billie Joe liked to surround himself with friends from tours. Included in Panic! At the Disco was Ryan, Spencer, and Jon. All four had known Dare – who happened to go by "Genavieve" at the time – and yet didn't recognize her. Unless they were acting.

They were very good actors.

"Hey, man," Brendon said happily as Patrick stopped next to him.

Dare stood as close to Patrick without trying to look desperately uncomfortable. Which she was.

"Hey, guys!" Patrick greeted them all.

The other three, Ryan, Jon, and Spencer, nodded and said, "Hello," also.

That was when Brendon saw Dare. Some emotion crossed his face, but Dare couldn't match it with anything; Fear? Regret? Despair? Agony? Okay. Maybe not agony, but some expression should've been there. And within moments it was wiped clean.

Maybe that was a vampire thing.

"This is Dare," Patrick introduced her.

Dare's heart tripled in speed. Could he hear that? If he could, he hid it well. Plus, it was loud where they were. She thanked Billie for being a rock star instead of a classical artist.

"Hi. I'm Brendon." He stuck out his hand in a formal way.

"Er. Hi," Dare said hesitantly. She grabbed his hand half-heartedly and shook it once before letting go. Still as dead-cold and freezing as ever. That was definitely a vampire thing.

He smiled widely.

And then Patrick took the spotlight back talking about Billie Joe or something. Dare had, by that time, zoned out. She had to leave. She glanced to her right, towards Patrick, in an attempt to find someone else she knew. Anyone.

Dare spotted Lacey in the crowd and quickly excused herself.

"Lace, I have to talk to you," Dare whispered quickly when Lacey was in hearing distance.

Lacey nodded and after saying good-bye to the group of unfamiliars, stalked off after Dare. Dare was standing underneath a big tree in an area with no one around.

"What's up?" Lacey asked, concerned.

"Do you remember that guy I was telling you about? The guy I dated my Junior and Senior year of high school?" Dare asked in a low voice, glancing around suspiciously.

"Hmm. Yeah. Brandon?" Lacey guessed.

"Brendon. Yeah. Well, he's here."

"No way!" Lacey exclaimed happily. "Have you spoken to him?"

"Lacey, you don't understand. I don't want to speak to him."

"What? Why not?"

Dare sighed. "When I broke up with him, he didn't want to. He thought, regardless that I was moving across the world, we could still make it. He tried to explain how he and his band were going to big someday and then on tour, he'd be able to see me all the time. Apparently, I was wrong."

"You were wrong?"

"Well, I told him that his dreams were those of any new band just coming out of the suburbs. I mean, the chances of them making it – no matter how good they were – were zero to none. But they did it. They're huge!"

"Really?" Lacey asked, disbelieving. "Do I know them?"

"Er. They're Panic! At the Disco," Dare muttered.

"What?" Lacey hissed. "You know Panic! At the Disco?"

Lacey was a fan.

"Yes. But I'm not too happy about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Lacey asked, hurt. "You know I like them."

Dare shrugged. "It didn't seem important at the time. But, listen. I talked to them-."

"You talked to them?" Lacey swooned.

"Yes! Listen! I talked to them. All four. Not one of them recognized me from high school. Not even Brendon."

"Seriously? Bad boyfriend," Lacey murmured.

"I've changed," Dare snapped. "Listen. I have to leave. I can't let him see me enough to figure it out."

"I cannot believe you dated Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco," Lacey stated incredulously.

"Lace! Help!" Dare pleaded.

"Fine, fine. Show me where they are."

Dare pointed at the little group.

"I'm going to go talk to them. You find David. Meet at the car in five minutes."

Dare nodded and they walked away to do their duties.

* * * * * *

-Twenty Minutes Later-

"Where the hell is she?" Dare mumbled.

David leaned tiredly against the car and Dare gave him a sorry look.

"I'm so sorry!" Lacey's voice came from behind them.

"Where were you?" Dare asked loudly.

"I was telling Patrick we were leaving because our flight was early. He seemed suspicious, so I kind of told him what was going on. But then-."

"You told him?" Dare hissed. Lacey nodded apologetically. "I'm sorry. He wanted to know. I promise no one else heard! Anyway," Lacey continued with a wary look. "Well, they want you to go down there so they can say good-bye."

Dare groaned. "I can't!" she complained. "What if Brendon suddenly figures it out?"

"I doubt it," Lacey said reassuringly. "Brendon and they might have already left anyway. It's only Patrick."

Dare felt reassured a bit, so she took a deep breath and signed to David, "Be right back."

Dare followed the stone path back to the little group. Lacey had been wrong. Everyone was still there and they watched her with critical eyes as she came towards the group.

"Hi. I'm leaving. Bye," Dare said quickly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Patrick grabbed Dare's arm before she had time to turn and run. "I want a hug!"

Dare hugged him and Patrick whispered, "Just talk to him. Please?" before letting go.

Dare glared at Patrick before turning to all the guys. "Well, it was good seeing you," she said politely.

Patrick cleared his throat.

Dare frowned. "What?" she asked him.

"Nothing. Never mind," he said with a smile.

"One word," Dare warned discretely. Then she walked away.