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Run Away Note
To the sad loss of our dearly beloved exclamation mark.
Notes: Just something I wrote to get the ball rolling. Sadly I will not miss the
exclamation mark. It makes my job a lot easier as a fan. However I am a little shocked to see it go
as the band name now looks boring. Hope you enjoyed.
If you are reading this then you are aware, I have successfully run away. It was never my
intention to stay, but I did it anyway. Not too sure what it is that has run away? Well then
let's take a trip down memory lane.
“What is it?” Spencer asked looking over Brendon's shoulder.
“A note, someone's run away,” Brendon expressed anxiously.
We were once good friends. I traveled the world with you. I was there the day you
were announced to the world. I made you what was you, a band with a story to tell and an
album to promote. I was a picturesque theme for your fans, they looked up to me. Remember me
I am an overly impressive object and express things with dramatic excitement. I am
not here nor there. I can be every where. I hang out at the library most often and have a
great back-ground in scaring people. I can shock people; I can bring people to their knees. I
can even make them scream out in vain. I am every thing, yet nothing.
“Huh? What's going on?” Jon asked entering the room upon hearing about a note.
“Who's run away?”
“Sshh Jon, I'm trying to read,” Brendon spoke.
“Can make people cry out in vain? Dramatic? Has Pete Wentz finally decided to ditch us?”
“Sshh…” Brendon threatened as he read on.
I have two parts to me, yet I am one. Straight as a pole yet cut in half like a highway of
Some might miss me, others may not. Some might think I was a waste of time, others may think they
can most not live with out me. I had an impact, but I think I've had enough.
Don't be worried. Do not cry. I haven't gone far. Just a short distant from you all in a
town called The Past. Do not bother looking for me, as I do not want to be found. I prefer it
this way, quite like ripping off a band-aid.
So please don't morn my loss. Do not hold a funeral for me. Please be happy, I have done
you a favor. Now do me one. Turn your back on me and go forth. It's time for a change for the both
of us and that change is now.
P.S You don't have to worry; it's pretty odd for an exclamation mark to get
lost in such a big world.
“RYAN!” Brendon called walking into the direction of Ryan's room.
“What?” Ryan asked smugly, sitting on his bed playing with his guitar.
“Why has our exclamation mark run off?” Brendon questioned furiously.
“It doesn't like you anymore?” Ryan offered with a grin.
“Don't bullshit me Ross. What did you do to it?” Brendon screamed standing at the door
holding the letter with Jon and Spencer at his side.
“You and the exclamation mark didn't have a fight did you?” Spencer asked stupidly.
Everyone turned around to eye him with a dull look of daring eyes. Where was this boys head?
“Ryan explain or so help me God,” Brendon repeated all defensive.
“Man chill, we got rid of the ! in our name. At least be happy. If not for us, for the
reporters and journalists,” Ryan replied.
“But why? This changes everything,” Jon added getting all emotional.
“What it makes our band name look more mysterious and powerful. We don't have a silly little
exclamation mark weighing us down,” Ryan reasoned. “If you want I can call the printers
if you like; get them to change the layout of our album cover just for one small grammatical symbol.
Is that what you want?”
Silence hung in the air as the three other boys thought.
“Didn't think so,” Ryan smiled.
“So no more !? There will be no more people wanting to panic for us any more? No more people
clutching their heart as they think of being at a disco?” Brendon spoke finally coming to the
“Not any more. If you want we could bury it in the backyard? Hold a funeral?” Ryan
offered getting up and walking over to the group.
“Yeah let's do that, say a last goodbye,” Spencer lit up taking the note from Brendon.
“I get to be the priest,” Jon jumped in.
“Awesome, I'll meet you all outside in a minute,” Ryan replied watching them walk off as
his phone rang.
“How'd they take the note?” Pete asked from the other end.
“Pretty good. We're going to hold a funeral for it,” Ryan replied.
“So my letter worked well?” Pete continued.
“Hit the nail on the nose,” Ryan answered.
“Good, good. Well I better let you get to that funeral,” Pete ended.
“Thanks. Bye,” Ryan finished hanging up the phone and walking outside to meet the other
When Ryan got outside Jon had already dug a small hole for the note to be placed in. Brendon had
found some flowers and Spencer made two sticks into a cross. They were all ready.
In the short ceremony each band member had their own little thing to say. They each thanked the
exclamation mark for being a good friend. For always being there when they needed it and for not
complaining when teenage girls put a love heart instead of a full stop underneath it. They
appreciated it, but now it was time for a change like it had suggested.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust we'll miss you good friend, have fun in the past,” Spencer
concluded as they threw dirt over the letter.
“So I guess this means goodbye Panic! At The Disco and hello Panic at the Disco,”
Brendon spoke looking to the ground.
“It sure does,” Ryan replied putting his arm around Brendon as he let a small tear
escape his eye.
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