Troubled Times, chapter 3
I stopped playing my guitar and laid back on my warm water bed, staring at the ceiling with mixed thoughts.
'Life is fucked up sometimes... But, stupid little depressing things like this won't stop me.' I thought to myself. I wanted to someday be famous more then anything in the world. Standing on the stage, guitar in hand with millions of fans cheering your name. To me it was heaven.
"OW FUCK!" I yelled out in pain from something sharp hitting my back. It had been one of my Chinese throwing stars and it stabbed my tattoo. It was a long story to why I had an X on my shoulder but, it was for a good reason. I picked it up and placed it back into its case.
Still staring back at the ceiling, I drifted off to sleep and began to dream.
"AND NOW! THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!! GREEN DAY!!!!!" Some announcer dude announced and Billie Joe ran out onto the stage followed by Mike and then by Tre who went and sat at his drums.
"OK." Billie Joe said and the fans went crazy. "We have someone new to introduce you to." Billie Joe said smiling and the fans had a weird confused look on there faces, but still cheering. "Welcoming to the stage, MNZ!" The all looked at each other then at Billie Joe or Mike then decided to cheer. I ran out to the stage with my guitar, held it up and smiled. The fans forgot about me being new and cheered there hearts out. Billie Joe started to play a familiar guitar riff but extended it a little. Tre and Mike jumped in and then lastly me. We were all playing Basket Case and some of the stupid fans who only knew American Idiot were staring at us blankly and trying to act like they knew the words. Billie Joe wrote out a solo for me to do, and soon enough, it was my solo time. The fans watched in aw and then cheered like mad. Soon the song was over and Billie Joe was going to announce the next song.
I awoke abruptly when I heard the doorbell ring. "Who the fuck is here." I said to myself and had to go answer the door since no one else was home. I unlocked the door and pulled it open to see one of my best friends standing there.
"Hey dude, what's up?" I asked her.
"Oh nothing." She said standing outside looking at me funny. I was standing by the door just holding it open waiting for her to say something to why she was here. "Did you forget I was coming over?" She questioned me.'Oh shit, yes. Sorry." I replied opening the door for her. "yeah I was wondering why you were just standing there with your guitar." She followed me up the stairs but turned into the 'music room' where we hooked up and played. I quickly grabbed my guitar out of my room and its stand.
"Dude go get your electric." She told me.
"O you know I hate playing that thing." I groaned but still went downstairs to retrieve it. "What are we playing?" I asked when I walked back into the room.
"I don't care." She said messing with her volume and tone."
"Okay, anything Green Day." I said smiling.
She got a devilish look on her face, "THAT IS ALL YOU EVER PLAY!" She said to me smiling.
"Of course. It' only the best. Or AC/DC." I said smiling and began the riff to Minority. She took the backup guitar and back up vocals.
After our session of playing it was around 8:00.
"Dude how long are you staying here?" I asked her while she was packing up.
"Till like 8:10 or something." She replied not looking up. After a few minutes we heard the doorbell and her dad came and got her.
I went back up to the music room and sat down at the drum set and began trying to play anything. I was really hand eye and foot coordinated, but I'm just gonna stick to guitar. I stood up off the drum set after I finished the solo I was playing and picked up my acoustic guitar and carried it downstairs. I sat down on the couch and began to play little riffs that I made up. My doorbell rang again. I looked through the little hole thing this time since it was so late. Shocked I leaned my back against the door for a second, thinking I was dreaming, then unlocked it and opened it. The figure standing in front on me was smiling and holding a rose.
'Life is fucked up sometimes... But, stupid little depressing things like this won't stop me.' I thought to myself. I wanted to someday be famous more then anything in the world. Standing on the stage, guitar in hand with millions of fans cheering your name. To me it was heaven.
"OW FUCK!" I yelled out in pain from something sharp hitting my back. It had been one of my Chinese throwing stars and it stabbed my tattoo. It was a long story to why I had an X on my shoulder but, it was for a good reason. I picked it up and placed it back into its case.
Still staring back at the ceiling, I drifted off to sleep and began to dream.
"AND NOW! THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!! GREEN DAY!!!!!" Some announcer dude announced and Billie Joe ran out onto the stage followed by Mike and then by Tre who went and sat at his drums.
"OK." Billie Joe said and the fans went crazy. "We have someone new to introduce you to." Billie Joe said smiling and the fans had a weird confused look on there faces, but still cheering. "Welcoming to the stage, MNZ!" The all looked at each other then at Billie Joe or Mike then decided to cheer. I ran out to the stage with my guitar, held it up and smiled. The fans forgot about me being new and cheered there hearts out. Billie Joe started to play a familiar guitar riff but extended it a little. Tre and Mike jumped in and then lastly me. We were all playing Basket Case and some of the stupid fans who only knew American Idiot were staring at us blankly and trying to act like they knew the words. Billie Joe wrote out a solo for me to do, and soon enough, it was my solo time. The fans watched in aw and then cheered like mad. Soon the song was over and Billie Joe was going to announce the next song.
I awoke abruptly when I heard the doorbell ring. "Who the fuck is here." I said to myself and had to go answer the door since no one else was home. I unlocked the door and pulled it open to see one of my best friends standing there.
"Hey dude, what's up?" I asked her.
"Oh nothing." She said standing outside looking at me funny. I was standing by the door just holding it open waiting for her to say something to why she was here. "Did you forget I was coming over?" She questioned me.'Oh shit, yes. Sorry." I replied opening the door for her. "yeah I was wondering why you were just standing there with your guitar." She followed me up the stairs but turned into the 'music room' where we hooked up and played. I quickly grabbed my guitar out of my room and its stand.
"Dude go get your electric." She told me.
"O you know I hate playing that thing." I groaned but still went downstairs to retrieve it. "What are we playing?" I asked when I walked back into the room.
"I don't care." She said messing with her volume and tone."
"Okay, anything Green Day." I said smiling.
She got a devilish look on her face, "THAT IS ALL YOU EVER PLAY!" She said to me smiling.
"Of course. It' only the best. Or AC/DC." I said smiling and began the riff to Minority. She took the backup guitar and back up vocals.
After our session of playing it was around 8:00.
"Dude how long are you staying here?" I asked her while she was packing up.
"Till like 8:10 or something." She replied not looking up. After a few minutes we heard the doorbell and her dad came and got her.
I went back up to the music room and sat down at the drum set and began trying to play anything. I was really hand eye and foot coordinated, but I'm just gonna stick to guitar. I stood up off the drum set after I finished the solo I was playing and picked up my acoustic guitar and carried it downstairs. I sat down on the couch and began to play little riffs that I made up. My doorbell rang again. I looked through the little hole thing this time since it was so late. Shocked I leaned my back against the door for a second, thinking I was dreaming, then unlocked it and opened it. The figure standing in front on me was smiling and holding a rose.
