When I Come Around, chapter 1
Sitting in an airport and sitting in a funeral home shouldn't feel the same, right?
Well, Billie Joe wasn't sure.
The prospect of leaving his beautiful wife, again, and embarking on another tour seemed like more than he could bear.
"suck it up" was all he told himself. This was his life. The music. The road.
"Hey Tre. Wasn't that flight supposed to be in 20 minutes ago?" Billie Joe asked, looking at his watch , the perfect picture of a pissed celebrity.
Tre sighed. "No, we're just sitting here for kicks Billie, the plane is right out there waiting for us."
"God, I was just asking" Billie replied, not bothering to hide the fact that tres sharp response had only heightened his frustration.
Oh well.
He picked up the closest magazine, this one happened to be one of those 'who's with who, and stylish shoes' teenage prep magazines. But it did have an article about Green Day in it.
He didnt even bother turning to page 17 to read the suck up article that sported large colored pictures of his grinng face. Rather, he just let his mind wander back to Adrienne.
He wouldn't see her again for at least 4 months. Sometimes theres a small space between 4 months and forever Billie mused. Succumbing to premature nostalgia, Billie compensated himself by envisioning his arms around Adrienne.
This was going to be a long tour.
"Hey, know you hate to tear yourself from this springs latest fashions Billie, but the damn plane finnally got here." Mike said, picking up his carry on.
"Come on Billie, and don't forget your purse." Tre laughed, inspite of Billie's dark scowl.
"Don't make faces, they might stick!" tre could be so fucking annoying sometimes. Billie ignored the bait, and walked up to the ramp.
"Its only 4 months...It's only 4 months" he stepped onto the plane, the magazine still in his hand.
" those highlights would so accentuate your eyes Billie!" Tre was a bitch when he felt like it.
Billie hailed the nearest flight attendant," how long till we get to orlando?"
She smiled, a full white molar plastic happy smile," only 4 hours, sir, would you mind fastening tour seat belt now?"
he did.
"Only 4 more hours ...only 4 more hours" he thought...
Well, Billie Joe wasn't sure.
The prospect of leaving his beautiful wife, again, and embarking on another tour seemed like more than he could bear.
"suck it up" was all he told himself. This was his life. The music. The road.
"Hey Tre. Wasn't that flight supposed to be in 20 minutes ago?" Billie Joe asked, looking at his watch , the perfect picture of a pissed celebrity.
Tre sighed. "No, we're just sitting here for kicks Billie, the plane is right out there waiting for us."
"God, I was just asking" Billie replied, not bothering to hide the fact that tres sharp response had only heightened his frustration.
Oh well.
He picked up the closest magazine, this one happened to be one of those 'who's with who, and stylish shoes' teenage prep magazines. But it did have an article about Green Day in it.
He didnt even bother turning to page 17 to read the suck up article that sported large colored pictures of his grinng face. Rather, he just let his mind wander back to Adrienne.
He wouldn't see her again for at least 4 months. Sometimes theres a small space between 4 months and forever Billie mused. Succumbing to premature nostalgia, Billie compensated himself by envisioning his arms around Adrienne.
This was going to be a long tour.
"Hey, know you hate to tear yourself from this springs latest fashions Billie, but the damn plane finnally got here." Mike said, picking up his carry on.
"Come on Billie, and don't forget your purse." Tre laughed, inspite of Billie's dark scowl.
"Don't make faces, they might stick!" tre could be so fucking annoying sometimes. Billie ignored the bait, and walked up to the ramp.
"Its only 4 months...It's only 4 months" he stepped onto the plane, the magazine still in his hand.
" those highlights would so accentuate your eyes Billie!" Tre was a bitch when he felt like it.
Billie hailed the nearest flight attendant," how long till we get to orlando?"
She smiled, a full white molar plastic happy smile," only 4 hours, sir, would you mind fastening tour seat belt now?"
he did.
"Only 4 more hours ...only 4 more hours" he thought...
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