“Um. Well my n-name- Shit. No, sorry. Let me start over…My name’s Alex Gaskarth. I’m seventeen. I’m your new Bat Boy.” Alex Gaskarth. Seventeen. High School senior. “So this is the audition for the role of ‘pitcher’, right? Haha! Just kidding! I’m here to be your bat boy. Whatever that means.” Brendon Urie. Nineteen. Aspiring musician. “I’m only here because Butch made me. I should be moved back up – I deserve to be moved back up. I’m the best fucking first baseman they had. They’re not going to win without me.” Jack Barakat. Twenty one. Angry and bitter. “My batting average is .343, and I stole seventy two bases last season and I play center field. I’m totally stoked to be a part of your team this year.” Alex Grieco. Twenty. Unrecognized talent. “This is such an incredible opportunity - I promise I’m going to make the best of it. Team first, always. I’m happy to be a pitcher for your team.” Martin Johnson. Twenty. Eager to please.
