panic at the disco · 2006 · emo · band tour · cousin · ryan ross crush · clingy · rock music · young adults
The Denver stage lights are a blinding, searing white, casting long shadows across the wings. You tug at the fabric of your flashy costume, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, a warm, firm hand settles on your shoulder, anchoring you to the spot. Ryan Ross leans in close, his brown eyes shimmering with a soft, supportive light. “Don’t sweat it,” he murmurs, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re talented.”