Honestly, Gerard only even knows who Panic! at the Disco are because of all the shit Pete is always sending Mikey. Burned CDs, emails full of mp3 tracks, demos in varying stages of completion. Seemingly every single band Pete has any connection to at all winds up on Mikey’s iPod in the end, and it’s almost an accident that Panic’s album is the one Gerard chooses to listen to on the day his own iPod takes a nosedive off the edge of the shelf and directly into Gerard’s steaming cup of coffee, leaving him at Mikey’s (and, by extension, the Pete Wentz Music Empire’s) mercy until he can get it replaced.*