Strange Things Are Happening, chapter 9
Just like Mike, Billie and Tre ran away from the driver.
"What the hell do we do now?" asked Tre.
"I don't know! I don't know!" answered Mike.
"We have to think of something!"
"Well, what do you suggest Billie?!? Huh? You're the 'leader,' you fucking think of something!" yelled Tre.
"Hey! Fuck you, Tre! Just because you have to sit behind a drum set and be 'invisible' doesn't mean you should fucking take it out on me!" yelled Billie Joe back.
"Yeah, Billie, you're right, a real leader wouldn't be such a fucking crybaby about ONE bad show!"
"Oh, excuse me for wanting to actually put on a show that people enjoy!"
"Whatever, Billie! You could have just gone out there and said some stupid little rhyme and everyone would have cheered!"
"You know what, Tre? Maybe this is the kind of attitude problem your wife was talking about before she left you!"
Tre glared at Billie and was about to punch him when Mike stepped in between them.
"Guys! Chill out! You're just panicked! Calm down!" said Mike looking back and forth between Billie and Tre.
"I'm sorry, Tre," started Billie, "that was out of line."
"It's okay. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"Okay, it's good that you guys are friends and all again, but there are more important things at hand. Look out the window!"
Billie and Tre walked over to a window and looked out. The bus had stopped right in the middle of an old graveyard. The bright, full moon lighted up the old and fragile tombstones. There were also tombstones that had been broken and smashed from the bus.
"This has to be some sort of bad luck," said Tre.
Mike scanned the graveyard over. His eyes finally rested upon a dead and droopy tree. He focused in on it. There was something different about the tree.
Then, he spotted what it was; there was a person standing beside the tree with a skull like face.
"What the hell do we do now?" asked Tre.
"I don't know! I don't know!" answered Mike.
"We have to think of something!"
"Well, what do you suggest Billie?!? Huh? You're the 'leader,' you fucking think of something!" yelled Tre.
"Hey! Fuck you, Tre! Just because you have to sit behind a drum set and be 'invisible' doesn't mean you should fucking take it out on me!" yelled Billie Joe back.
"Yeah, Billie, you're right, a real leader wouldn't be such a fucking crybaby about ONE bad show!"
"Oh, excuse me for wanting to actually put on a show that people enjoy!"
"Whatever, Billie! You could have just gone out there and said some stupid little rhyme and everyone would have cheered!"
"You know what, Tre? Maybe this is the kind of attitude problem your wife was talking about before she left you!"
Tre glared at Billie and was about to punch him when Mike stepped in between them.
"Guys! Chill out! You're just panicked! Calm down!" said Mike looking back and forth between Billie and Tre.
"I'm sorry, Tre," started Billie, "that was out of line."
"It's okay. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"Okay, it's good that you guys are friends and all again, but there are more important things at hand. Look out the window!"
Billie and Tre walked over to a window and looked out. The bus had stopped right in the middle of an old graveyard. The bright, full moon lighted up the old and fragile tombstones. There were also tombstones that had been broken and smashed from the bus.
"This has to be some sort of bad luck," said Tre.
Mike scanned the graveyard over. His eyes finally rested upon a dead and droopy tree. He focused in on it. There was something different about the tree.
Then, he spotted what it was; there was a person standing beside the tree with a skull like face.
