It's Better To Regret Something You Have Done Than Something You Haven't Done, chapter 1
Music exploded from Billie Joe's electric guitar as the lights overhead quickly changed from blue to red. The crowd roared as the band Green Day began the song, 'American Idiot'.
"Now I want you to sing so loud that every redneck in America can hear you!" Billie Joe belted. Who would have thought that someone so small could have a voice so loud? Everyone started screaming the lyrics to American Idiot, and I noticed that Rachel was covering her ears due to the loud din.
Leaning over, I screamed into Rachel's ear, "This concert is hardcore awesome!!" Rachel and I had been friends since preschool, and now, in 11th grade, we had finally ended up at a Green Day concert together. Rachel nodded her approval, but I could tell she didn't hear a word of what I had just said.
Next, the song "Jesus of Suburbia" blasted through the stadium as I screamed for all I was worth. I mean hey, I was at a Green Day concert, what could be bettter?
The concert was awesome, Green Day played every song on the American Idiot album and then some songs from "Dookie", "Insomniac", and every other album they have ever produced. But besides the music, my favorite part of the show was getting to stare at Billie Joe for over three hours. Sure, he does wear a lot of eyeliner (no offense Billie, it looks hot, :) but I still believe that he is one of the best looking guys that there is. So, during the concert, I came up with a plan. I had to meet Billie Joe, and if I didn't, I would die trying...
So once the concert was over, I quickly pulled Rachel aside and whispered 'the plan' into her ear. Her already large brown eyes became so wide, I was amazed they didn't pop out of her head!
"Are you seriously going to go through with this, Kyra? I mean, what if you fail? What are you going to do then?" She quickly paced around the bathroom stalls as she spoke.
"Well", I said, putting my hands on my hips, "like Green Day sometimes says, 'It's better to regret something you have done then something you haven't done'. Besides, I know my plan will work, it just has to!"
Rachel just rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, but YOU have to take the blame if we get into trouble, okay?"
Nodding, I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the bathroom door.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel and I were on our hands and knees crawling towards the back of the stage. Since I knew Green Day had a lot of instruments and equipment with them backstage, I figured it would take quite a bit of time to load all of it up before they could leave.
Anyways, soon after, we had sucsessfully arrived backstage, praying that no one would find us. Looking around, I found a dressing room door with the words, "BILLIE JOE" inked onto a piece of paper.
"Let's go in here and see what happens!" I quietly whispered to Rachel, although my throat was burning from all of the yelling I had done earlier.
Looking skeptical, she slowly leaned forward and turned the knob of the dressing room door...
"Now I want you to sing so loud that every redneck in America can hear you!" Billie Joe belted. Who would have thought that someone so small could have a voice so loud? Everyone started screaming the lyrics to American Idiot, and I noticed that Rachel was covering her ears due to the loud din.
Leaning over, I screamed into Rachel's ear, "This concert is hardcore awesome!!" Rachel and I had been friends since preschool, and now, in 11th grade, we had finally ended up at a Green Day concert together. Rachel nodded her approval, but I could tell she didn't hear a word of what I had just said.
Next, the song "Jesus of Suburbia" blasted through the stadium as I screamed for all I was worth. I mean hey, I was at a Green Day concert, what could be bettter?
The concert was awesome, Green Day played every song on the American Idiot album and then some songs from "Dookie", "Insomniac", and every other album they have ever produced. But besides the music, my favorite part of the show was getting to stare at Billie Joe for over three hours. Sure, he does wear a lot of eyeliner (no offense Billie, it looks hot, :) but I still believe that he is one of the best looking guys that there is. So, during the concert, I came up with a plan. I had to meet Billie Joe, and if I didn't, I would die trying...
So once the concert was over, I quickly pulled Rachel aside and whispered 'the plan' into her ear. Her already large brown eyes became so wide, I was amazed they didn't pop out of her head!
"Are you seriously going to go through with this, Kyra? I mean, what if you fail? What are you going to do then?" She quickly paced around the bathroom stalls as she spoke.
"Well", I said, putting my hands on my hips, "like Green Day sometimes says, 'It's better to regret something you have done then something you haven't done'. Besides, I know my plan will work, it just has to!"
Rachel just rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, but YOU have to take the blame if we get into trouble, okay?"
Nodding, I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of the bathroom door.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel and I were on our hands and knees crawling towards the back of the stage. Since I knew Green Day had a lot of instruments and equipment with them backstage, I figured it would take quite a bit of time to load all of it up before they could leave.
Anyways, soon after, we had sucsessfully arrived backstage, praying that no one would find us. Looking around, I found a dressing room door with the words, "BILLIE JOE" inked onto a piece of paper.
"Let's go in here and see what happens!" I quietly whispered to Rachel, although my throat was burning from all of the yelling I had done earlier.
Looking skeptical, she slowly leaned forward and turned the knob of the dressing room door...
