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Back stage with Green Day.
“You got the stuff?” Tré asked a man in a black trench coat.
“Yer, I got your stuff.” The man produced a small transparent bag of white powder. “It’s pure” he added handing it over.
“gooood” a crazy glint appeared in his eye as he handed money to the mysterious man.
No sooner had the man disappeared, Mike appeared behind Tré.
“What’s that?” Mike snapped.
Tré spun around, hiding the baggie behind him. “nothing.” He said.
“What’s behind your back? we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Said Mike.
“I don’t have anything. You’re barking up the wrong tr--” he sentence was cut off by Billie coming up behind him and plucking the baggie from his grasp.
“What have we got here then?” Billie asked.
“It’s not mine, I swear! I'm just holding it for a friend!” Tré said desperately. Billie had a squirty water bottle in his hand and used it to spray Tré in the face.
“Tell the truth!” demanded Mike. “don’t make me use The Stick” he added.
“Ok, ok! Its sugar!” Tré sighed. He looked at the floor and twiddles his thumbs.
Billie ripped the little plastic baggie and let the sugar fall onto the floor.
“nnnnnnnooooooooo!” cried Tré as he epically dived onto the floor.
“oh no you don’t!” said Mike as he attempted to drag the hyperactive drummer away from the sugar grains on the floor. “Billie, get the ‘medication’, quick” he called.
Billie frantically ran to the dressing room and sprinted back, tranquilizer stuffed doughnut with extra sprinkles in hand.
“Here Tré, eat this.” He coaxed.
Tré needed no more prompting, he gobbled the doughnut in two seconds flat and then flopped onto the floor.
“You’re on in five” called a tec.
“Shit, he’s gonna be out for at least three hours!” said Billie.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine.”
The band had taken their places on the stage, the crowd was screaming and chanting “GREEN DAY, GREEN DAY, GREEN DAY!” mixed in with the occasional scream of, “BILLIE JOE, I LOVE YOU!”.
Mike was standing across the stage from Billie, holding his bass calmly. Billie was standing proudly with his guitar looking out over the crowd. Tré was sitting behind the drums, sticks in hand.... ok, he was slumped over the drum kit with sunglasses hiding his closed eyes and drumsticks duct-taped to his hands.
“This is gonna take some epic bass playing for them not to notice the lack of drumming” Mike mumbled to himself.
After the show, once Tré had regained consciousness. The band were heading back to the dressing room when a little kid wandered over to a sleepy looking Tré.
“So have you got it?” the child asked.
“No, sorry. They took it off me.” Tré said sadly.
“Damn, he was holding it for a friend!” muttered Billie.
“You got the stuff?” Tré asked a man in a black trench coat.
“Yer, I got your stuff.” The man produced a small transparent bag of white powder. “It’s pure” he added handing it over.
“gooood” a crazy glint appeared in his eye as he handed money to the mysterious man.
No sooner had the man disappeared, Mike appeared behind Tré.
“What’s that?” Mike snapped.
Tré spun around, hiding the baggie behind him. “nothing.” He said.
“What’s behind your back? we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Said Mike.
“I don’t have anything. You’re barking up the wrong tr--” he sentence was cut off by Billie coming up behind him and plucking the baggie from his grasp.
“What have we got here then?” Billie asked.
“It’s not mine, I swear! I'm just holding it for a friend!” Tré said desperately. Billie had a squirty water bottle in his hand and used it to spray Tré in the face.
“Tell the truth!” demanded Mike. “don’t make me use The Stick” he added.
“Ok, ok! Its sugar!” Tré sighed. He looked at the floor and twiddles his thumbs.
Billie ripped the little plastic baggie and let the sugar fall onto the floor.
“nnnnnnnooooooooo!” cried Tré as he epically dived onto the floor.
“oh no you don’t!” said Mike as he attempted to drag the hyperactive drummer away from the sugar grains on the floor. “Billie, get the ‘medication’, quick” he called.
Billie frantically ran to the dressing room and sprinted back, tranquilizer stuffed doughnut with extra sprinkles in hand.
“Here Tré, eat this.” He coaxed.
Tré needed no more prompting, he gobbled the doughnut in two seconds flat and then flopped onto the floor.
“You’re on in five” called a tec.
“Shit, he’s gonna be out for at least three hours!” said Billie.
“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be fine.”
The band had taken their places on the stage, the crowd was screaming and chanting “GREEN DAY, GREEN DAY, GREEN DAY!” mixed in with the occasional scream of, “BILLIE JOE, I LOVE YOU!”.
Mike was standing across the stage from Billie, holding his bass calmly. Billie was standing proudly with his guitar looking out over the crowd. Tré was sitting behind the drums, sticks in hand.... ok, he was slumped over the drum kit with sunglasses hiding his closed eyes and drumsticks duct-taped to his hands.
“This is gonna take some epic bass playing for them not to notice the lack of drumming” Mike mumbled to himself.
After the show, once Tré had regained consciousness. The band were heading back to the dressing room when a little kid wandered over to a sleepy looking Tré.
“So have you got it?” the child asked.
“No, sorry. They took it off me.” Tré said sadly.
“Damn, he was holding it for a friend!” muttered Billie.
Literature
Too Early
8:02 A.M.
Billie Joe sighed as he slumped down onto the couch provided in the mostly vacant room. Rubbing a hand across his face, he cursed deeply at whoever signed them to have an interview this fuckin' early in the morning!
"It's too... fuckin' early man," A familiar voice that sounded sleep-deprived sounded out. Billie smiled as Tré almost collapsed next to him on the couch.
The drummer pulled his feet back so his shoes created a loud scraping noise and curled them up onto the couch. Instantly the drummer's head was in the singer's lap, and Billie laughed an almost coarse laugh as Tré mumbled again, "Too fuckin' early..."
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There Goes My Hero
I wanna be just as good.
Just as talented.
Just as unique
and creative.
You set me free with your music
and I'll foREVer be greatful.
You are my hero.
When you smile I can't help but smile as well.
When you're sad, I am too.
Together we have gone through hell and back.
I mean I can't imagine loosing a brother.
I have been through a lot in my own life too.
But I just listen to your music and I can smile.
Thanks for setting me free.
Thanks for letting me be me
Thanks for allowing me to smile true.
Just....
I love you.
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ahahah!! poor child! he won't get his sugar anymore... he has all my sympathy.