Melt your headaches|Ryden 1x1 w/ chemicalwinter

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan smirked and rolled his eyes. Jon, what a character.

"Yeah well if you two don't get your little punk asses here in exactly ten minutes, you're as good as a burnt French fry. Mr. Manage-my-pants is furious." Jon said, alluding to the mics incident.

[throam]

Brendon widened his eyes for a moment, remembering the mic. He sighed a bit, slouching in his chair. "Can't wait to deal with that... Guess I brought it on myself, though."

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan squinted a little bit as he came up to a stoplight and looked over at Brendon questioningly. What had he done wrong?

"Yeah, well he's pissed. Be here ASAP before Spence takes the blame." Jon said half-jokingly and half-serious, then he hung up.

[throam]

He looked at Ryan nervously. "Boss is mad about the mics." He chewed on his bottom lip.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Don't even worry about it. I accidentally left my guitar on, too now that I come to think of it..." He murmured, then realised he was in for much more than he bargained for.

[throam]

"We're both a mess sometimes," Brendon joked, nudging Ryan's shoulder. "nobody can fix it, and that's fine." He smiled. It was a philosophy of his to always stay happy and not care what anybody else thinks. He hoped to pass it on to Ryan.

[ChemicalWinter]

"We are the best kind of mess." Ryan added, putting his arm around Brendon and giving him a sweet his on his forehead. He pat him on the shoulder comfortingly as he pulled up to the studio. "We have arrived." He sighed softly as he shut off the engine.

[throam]

"Well that was a nice break. Not sure if it was worth what we're about to hear, but it was nice." He reached to hold Ryan's hand as they walked into the studio, preparing for his berating.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan also climbed out of the van and shoved the keys in his pocket. He followed Brendon into the studio and holding his hand. "It was a nice break." He agreed, then took a deep breath and went into the studio. Jon was there. He was not happy.

[throam]

"Hi Jon..." Brendon looked around in search for their manager. He squeezed Ryan's hand, his anxiety starting to get to him.