What? I Can Dream Too..., chapter 9
"My god, I phoned you like hours ago!"
Mike and Hannah returned home to Tre spread across their living room, pparently set up for some sort of siege.
"Well, there was traffic all the way from there to here...we would have been longer if Mike wasn't famous enough to cause people to double take so that we could cut in front of them." By the end of the sentence, Hannah had unceremoniously pushed Tre off the sofa and had replaced him herself, stealing his can of Coke while she was there.
"Hey! That was mine." Tre was sulking now.
"WAS, remember the was..."
"OK children...stop it now...where's Billie Joe?" Mike decided he'd had enough of the arguement for now.
"Uhhhh, I think he went out...something about a bus? I dunno..." Tre shrugged, not really looking away from the TV.
"Would that maybe be our tour bus? The one we're spending the next month at least driving round in?" Mike raised his eyebrow.
"Yeah...something like that...Maybe..." Tre still wasn't really paying attention...apparently Dora the Explorer was much more interesting than life in general...
"Did he say how long he'd be or was Dora teaching you how to say 'boots' in Spanish at the time?" something told Hannah that maybe Mike wasn't taking Dora in the spirit it was intended.
"Oh be quiet you, if you ever need help getting new shoes in Spain, Tre and I will be the only ones that can help...and after that I don't think I'd bother..."
"I'm back!" Billie Joe's voice came through the house from the front door that he had poked his head round, "and I bought something back for you all, come see!"
Two minutes later and four rather excitable supposed grown ups were all on a buss, running around and pulling at things to find out what they did like small children in a toy shop. Various crys of "Oh wow!" and "Come see this!" ran up and down the middle of the bus as various things were discovered. Eventually the excitement of everything being in miniature would wear off, you'd have thought it already would have after (10) years of touring, but until then, the four of them were going to run up and down and make excited noises like small children. They were having fun.
"You know what we should do?" The four of them were sat on something that was probably meant to be a sofa, but looked more like a park bench with a cushion on it as Hannah spoke.
"No, because you've just had the idea and haven't told us yet..."
"Thank you, Mr Armstrong...I don't think I'll tell you what my idea is now..."
"Well, maybe I don't wanna know." By now, the two of them were sat across from each other poking their tounges out...for Mike and Tre it was like being in a room with a couple of toddlers.
"Anyway, you know how we're going to Switzerland in a couple of weeks...well, some of my mates are there at the same time on their annual ski-trip...and last time they were round they were obsessed with the idea of a tour bus...so we should have a party on the bus..."
"Sounds good - or we could go to a bar and just show them round the bus, I've seen your friends drinking and I don't wanna spend the rest of the tour in that mess." That had to be the quickest decision that had been made on a tourbus anywhere ever.
"OK, let me ring them - make sure they're still going and everything yeah?" With that, and a bit of help from Billie Joe, Hannah made her way down towards the front of the bus to the phone. The guys filled in the hour she spent there moving all manner of gadgets from the house to the bus and arguing about which DVDs they wanted other than Futurama and Family Guy which were coming regardless.
"Look, I'll choose DVDs, you sort out computer games or something, shoes maybe, you can never have too many shoes..." Hannah was rambling now, and not making much sense with it.
"Fine. But remember Rocky Horror."
"And people wonder why you can be so weird..." Mike muttered as he stepped off the bus to go and hunt for a set of headphones for his iPod...something told him he was going to need them.
The next 4 hours were spent moving random stuff, clothes, shoes, instruments and the odd bit of equipment from the house to the bus. Then moving some of it back again. Then arguing because what had been moved off, somebody else wanted on the bus. Then moving it back. Then moving stuff around the bus. Usually in small circles, book moves from shelf, to next shelf, to table, to cupboard, then back to original shelf. You get the idea.
"Guys, bar time!" Tre called from the bus door on his way out to the car.
"Thank god. I don't want to see the inside of this bus any more tonight..."
"BEER!" Billie Joe yelled, jumping off the bunk and practically sprinting down the bus.
Mike simply rolled his eyes and followed.
It only took about half a bottle of tequila between them before Tre had started running round the place, dancing and drinking anything that was in a still glass for too long, Mike had turned into a completely different person, giggling randomly at nothing in particular, anything that happened was funny, something that was affecting Hannah more and more. Billie Joe seemed to be finding the beer mat in front of him fascinating, something that Hannah soon picked up on.
"Here, pass me that, let me show you something."
"Go on then. What can you do with that anyway, its just a bit of card or something..." Billie Joe looked confused, elliciting almost hysterical laughter from Mike on the other side of the table. Hannah grabbed the beer mat, carefully placing it on the edge of the table and hit the edge with the ends of her fingers. The beer mat flipped up into the air before Hannah's fingers caught it.
"I can do that to - easy. Watch!" Billie Joe grabbed the mat out of Hannah's fingers. That was his thing. Billie Joe got drunk and he was God. He was infalible, nothing could be better than him, nothing could beat him. It took a while to get used to it, but it was easy enough to ignore...Billie Joe may have believed this, but the beer mat had other ideas.
After a couple of hours more of this and Tre had returned to the table, now passed out slumped over one end, dribbling slightly, Mike and Hannah were giggling uncontrolably at Billie Joe sulking because the beer mat had decided it wasn't going to worship him in quite the way he wanted it to.
"Ah bless you, take it with you and practice...maybe then it'll do what you want it to..." The giggling continued.
"Maybe. We should go...now." Billie Joe got up and strode across to the door as if he owned the place.
"Yeah, but Tre...he's all asleep. Like a baby. All dribbly. Ewww."
Eventually everybody got home and by 3 the next afternoon they were all slumped in the bus, wearing dark glasses and drinking water like it was going out of fashion. Something that would become a regular occurance on this tour at least as far as the inside of the biggest cupboard in the kitchen showed.
Two weeks of touring passed mostly in a blur of adrenalin, asprin, alcohol and interviews. Something that suited the four almost perfectly. Although answering "So, what's it like to be the only girl on a Green Day tour?" got a little bit boring after the first day of interviews. The video diary MTV2 were having them make spoke for itself though...wobbly, and full of booze. A bit like Tre after a night out...
"Bloody hell, we've done it again." Mike groaned as he rolled over away from the light coming from the huge window of the hotel room.
"Wha? Oh, that." Billie Joe pulled his duvet over the top of his head as if it would turn the sun off. Silence followed, no one wanting to disturb either the tiny workmen or the machinary inside their heads.
"Asprin." Came a grunt from vaguely where they'd left Tre the previous night, followed by a bit of stifled banging about in cupboards and then the sound of a bottle of asprin being opened and practically emptied, then closed and thrown across the room, followed swiftly by three bottles of water and a muttered thanks from the other inhabitants of the room as Tre shuffled back across the room to his spot on the floor covered by the blanket that he was using to shield himself from the sunshine.
Four hours later and they had managed to get themselves showered, dressed and were considering food, all sat round a table in the middle of a room.
"So...whos going to call room service?" Hannah figured she might as well start pushing this in the direction of food.
"Why are we going to call room service? Why aren't we going out?" Billie JOe looked even more confused than he had done.
"Do YOU fancy going out and dodging teenies?" Mike raised his eyebrow.
"Good point." Billie Joe accepted defeat.
"Well then, who's going to do the honours?" Hannah was going to get some food if it killed her.
"I WILL!" Tre was practically jumping now.
"OK, but nothing too weird" Everybody else was resigned to the fact that they were very likely to end up with the most bizarre breakfast they had ever seen.
"Hello, room serivce? Yes its Tre Cool here, and I would like some breakfast please."
"Its someone who sounds hot." Billie Joe slumped down in his chair.
"How can you tell?" Hannah was confused.
"He's being polite and using his chatting up voice." Mike did his best to look intelligent despite the obvious left overs from his hangover.
Five minutes later and Tre was back at the table smiling to himself.
"What have you got us for breakfast then?" Billie Joe voiced the concerns of everybody in the room.
"Well, now that's a surprise, you should have been listening if you really wanted to know..." Tre grinned.
The knock at the door, call of "Room Service!" and Tre legging it towards the door pulled the other three of them out of the confused and slightly scared worries they were giving Tre.
"Why thank you!" Tre pulled the cart in behind him, keeping it hidden from the others as he brought it in.
"What the hell?!" Mike caught sight of something on the edge and he wasn't entirely sure he liked the look of it.
Mike and Hannah returned home to Tre spread across their living room, pparently set up for some sort of siege.
"Well, there was traffic all the way from there to here...we would have been longer if Mike wasn't famous enough to cause people to double take so that we could cut in front of them." By the end of the sentence, Hannah had unceremoniously pushed Tre off the sofa and had replaced him herself, stealing his can of Coke while she was there.
"Hey! That was mine." Tre was sulking now.
"WAS, remember the was..."
"OK children...stop it now...where's Billie Joe?" Mike decided he'd had enough of the arguement for now.
"Uhhhh, I think he went out...something about a bus? I dunno..." Tre shrugged, not really looking away from the TV.
"Would that maybe be our tour bus? The one we're spending the next month at least driving round in?" Mike raised his eyebrow.
"Yeah...something like that...Maybe..." Tre still wasn't really paying attention...apparently Dora the Explorer was much more interesting than life in general...
"Did he say how long he'd be or was Dora teaching you how to say 'boots' in Spanish at the time?" something told Hannah that maybe Mike wasn't taking Dora in the spirit it was intended.
"Oh be quiet you, if you ever need help getting new shoes in Spain, Tre and I will be the only ones that can help...and after that I don't think I'd bother..."
"I'm back!" Billie Joe's voice came through the house from the front door that he had poked his head round, "and I bought something back for you all, come see!"
Two minutes later and four rather excitable supposed grown ups were all on a buss, running around and pulling at things to find out what they did like small children in a toy shop. Various crys of "Oh wow!" and "Come see this!" ran up and down the middle of the bus as various things were discovered. Eventually the excitement of everything being in miniature would wear off, you'd have thought it already would have after (10) years of touring, but until then, the four of them were going to run up and down and make excited noises like small children. They were having fun.
"You know what we should do?" The four of them were sat on something that was probably meant to be a sofa, but looked more like a park bench with a cushion on it as Hannah spoke.
"No, because you've just had the idea and haven't told us yet..."
"Thank you, Mr Armstrong...I don't think I'll tell you what my idea is now..."
"Well, maybe I don't wanna know." By now, the two of them were sat across from each other poking their tounges out...for Mike and Tre it was like being in a room with a couple of toddlers.
"Anyway, you know how we're going to Switzerland in a couple of weeks...well, some of my mates are there at the same time on their annual ski-trip...and last time they were round they were obsessed with the idea of a tour bus...so we should have a party on the bus..."
"Sounds good - or we could go to a bar and just show them round the bus, I've seen your friends drinking and I don't wanna spend the rest of the tour in that mess." That had to be the quickest decision that had been made on a tourbus anywhere ever.
"OK, let me ring them - make sure they're still going and everything yeah?" With that, and a bit of help from Billie Joe, Hannah made her way down towards the front of the bus to the phone. The guys filled in the hour she spent there moving all manner of gadgets from the house to the bus and arguing about which DVDs they wanted other than Futurama and Family Guy which were coming regardless.
"Look, I'll choose DVDs, you sort out computer games or something, shoes maybe, you can never have too many shoes..." Hannah was rambling now, and not making much sense with it.
"Fine. But remember Rocky Horror."
"And people wonder why you can be so weird..." Mike muttered as he stepped off the bus to go and hunt for a set of headphones for his iPod...something told him he was going to need them.
The next 4 hours were spent moving random stuff, clothes, shoes, instruments and the odd bit of equipment from the house to the bus. Then moving some of it back again. Then arguing because what had been moved off, somebody else wanted on the bus. Then moving it back. Then moving stuff around the bus. Usually in small circles, book moves from shelf, to next shelf, to table, to cupboard, then back to original shelf. You get the idea.
"Guys, bar time!" Tre called from the bus door on his way out to the car.
"Thank god. I don't want to see the inside of this bus any more tonight..."
"BEER!" Billie Joe yelled, jumping off the bunk and practically sprinting down the bus.
Mike simply rolled his eyes and followed.
It only took about half a bottle of tequila between them before Tre had started running round the place, dancing and drinking anything that was in a still glass for too long, Mike had turned into a completely different person, giggling randomly at nothing in particular, anything that happened was funny, something that was affecting Hannah more and more. Billie Joe seemed to be finding the beer mat in front of him fascinating, something that Hannah soon picked up on.
"Here, pass me that, let me show you something."
"Go on then. What can you do with that anyway, its just a bit of card or something..." Billie Joe looked confused, elliciting almost hysterical laughter from Mike on the other side of the table. Hannah grabbed the beer mat, carefully placing it on the edge of the table and hit the edge with the ends of her fingers. The beer mat flipped up into the air before Hannah's fingers caught it.
"I can do that to - easy. Watch!" Billie Joe grabbed the mat out of Hannah's fingers. That was his thing. Billie Joe got drunk and he was God. He was infalible, nothing could be better than him, nothing could beat him. It took a while to get used to it, but it was easy enough to ignore...Billie Joe may have believed this, but the beer mat had other ideas.
After a couple of hours more of this and Tre had returned to the table, now passed out slumped over one end, dribbling slightly, Mike and Hannah were giggling uncontrolably at Billie Joe sulking because the beer mat had decided it wasn't going to worship him in quite the way he wanted it to.
"Ah bless you, take it with you and practice...maybe then it'll do what you want it to..." The giggling continued.
"Maybe. We should go...now." Billie Joe got up and strode across to the door as if he owned the place.
"Yeah, but Tre...he's all asleep. Like a baby. All dribbly. Ewww."
Eventually everybody got home and by 3 the next afternoon they were all slumped in the bus, wearing dark glasses and drinking water like it was going out of fashion. Something that would become a regular occurance on this tour at least as far as the inside of the biggest cupboard in the kitchen showed.
Two weeks of touring passed mostly in a blur of adrenalin, asprin, alcohol and interviews. Something that suited the four almost perfectly. Although answering "So, what's it like to be the only girl on a Green Day tour?" got a little bit boring after the first day of interviews. The video diary MTV2 were having them make spoke for itself though...wobbly, and full of booze. A bit like Tre after a night out...
"Bloody hell, we've done it again." Mike groaned as he rolled over away from the light coming from the huge window of the hotel room.
"Wha? Oh, that." Billie Joe pulled his duvet over the top of his head as if it would turn the sun off. Silence followed, no one wanting to disturb either the tiny workmen or the machinary inside their heads.
"Asprin." Came a grunt from vaguely where they'd left Tre the previous night, followed by a bit of stifled banging about in cupboards and then the sound of a bottle of asprin being opened and practically emptied, then closed and thrown across the room, followed swiftly by three bottles of water and a muttered thanks from the other inhabitants of the room as Tre shuffled back across the room to his spot on the floor covered by the blanket that he was using to shield himself from the sunshine.
Four hours later and they had managed to get themselves showered, dressed and were considering food, all sat round a table in the middle of a room.
"So...whos going to call room service?" Hannah figured she might as well start pushing this in the direction of food.
"Why are we going to call room service? Why aren't we going out?" Billie JOe looked even more confused than he had done.
"Do YOU fancy going out and dodging teenies?" Mike raised his eyebrow.
"Good point." Billie Joe accepted defeat.
"Well then, who's going to do the honours?" Hannah was going to get some food if it killed her.
"I WILL!" Tre was practically jumping now.
"OK, but nothing too weird" Everybody else was resigned to the fact that they were very likely to end up with the most bizarre breakfast they had ever seen.
"Hello, room serivce? Yes its Tre Cool here, and I would like some breakfast please."
"Its someone who sounds hot." Billie Joe slumped down in his chair.
"How can you tell?" Hannah was confused.
"He's being polite and using his chatting up voice." Mike did his best to look intelligent despite the obvious left overs from his hangover.
Five minutes later and Tre was back at the table smiling to himself.
"What have you got us for breakfast then?" Billie Joe voiced the concerns of everybody in the room.
"Well, now that's a surprise, you should have been listening if you really wanted to know..." Tre grinned.
The knock at the door, call of "Room Service!" and Tre legging it towards the door pulled the other three of them out of the confused and slightly scared worries they were giving Tre.
"Why thank you!" Tre pulled the cart in behind him, keeping it hidden from the others as he brought it in.
"What the hell?!" Mike caught sight of something on the edge and he wasn't entirely sure he liked the look of it.
