I would recognize band members in public faster than my own parents.
If you say a bad thing about Jack Barakat a puppy dies somewhere in the world.
A poem for band members:
Twinkle twinkle little star,
you’re so perfect, ugh I quit.
I mean, really it’s just not fair.
(bursts into tears everywhere)
My social life is as existent as Vic Fuentes’s tattoos.
Get in the car loser, we’re going to start a pop punk band.