Boulevard of Broken Dreams, chapter 1
Billie Joe walked in the puddle of mud near a small house. He peeped inside the small house, only to find a toilet bowl. "Psss," he heaved in frustration. The recording company didn't give his band, Green Day, a new contract for 2 months.
Tre Cool woke up with a start after a nightmare. "Was it a nightmare?" He thought to himself. He went to the kitchen with his feet dragging. Cockroaches retreated as they saw Tre Cool. He poured orange juice on his glass and kept thinking of the contract.
Mike Drint went out of the shop, chewing on a mint. He stopped for a while thinking of his band and the contract. He then hailed for a taxi.
They all agreed to meet at Tre Cool's house. Billie Joe and Mike Drint held on their guitars and sat on a sofa. Mike Drint said," What song are we making now?"
Billie Joe answered, "I guess we have to go downtown to find some ideas."
While they were riding, the car stopped suddenly. They went off it and walked on an empty street. They saw houses being chopped down. Kids being abused, and many people ran away from that crazy land. Billie Joe looked at Mike Drint and they both put up their shoulders.
"Any Ideas yet?" Tre Cool asked.
Billie Joe replied, "So close yet so far."
They watched and watched, police being killed by the gangsters. Gunshots everywhere, dry faeces, and many dead bodies. Thousands and thousands of graveyard. Some even died near their relatives' graveyard. The band were shocked. Billie Joe exclaimed to the band, "Now this is what I call, American Idiots."
Mike Drint suddenly came up with an idea, "How about, Boulevard of Broken Dreams..."
The rest nodded in agreement. The sky darkened and storm was on its way. The band quickly went into a nearby shelter. Inside they found skulls and many disgusting things. Tre Cool was about to choke.
After an hour, they quickly went to Tre Cool's house and got into buisness. Billie Joe came out with all the tabs while Mike Drint does all the lyrics.
TO BE Continued...
Tre Cool woke up with a start after a nightmare. "Was it a nightmare?" He thought to himself. He went to the kitchen with his feet dragging. Cockroaches retreated as they saw Tre Cool. He poured orange juice on his glass and kept thinking of the contract.
Mike Drint went out of the shop, chewing on a mint. He stopped for a while thinking of his band and the contract. He then hailed for a taxi.
They all agreed to meet at Tre Cool's house. Billie Joe and Mike Drint held on their guitars and sat on a sofa. Mike Drint said," What song are we making now?"
Billie Joe answered, "I guess we have to go downtown to find some ideas."
While they were riding, the car stopped suddenly. They went off it and walked on an empty street. They saw houses being chopped down. Kids being abused, and many people ran away from that crazy land. Billie Joe looked at Mike Drint and they both put up their shoulders.
"Any Ideas yet?" Tre Cool asked.
Billie Joe replied, "So close yet so far."
They watched and watched, police being killed by the gangsters. Gunshots everywhere, dry faeces, and many dead bodies. Thousands and thousands of graveyard. Some even died near their relatives' graveyard. The band were shocked. Billie Joe exclaimed to the band, "Now this is what I call, American Idiots."
Mike Drint suddenly came up with an idea, "How about, Boulevard of Broken Dreams..."
The rest nodded in agreement. The sky darkened and storm was on its way. The band quickly went into a nearby shelter. Inside they found skulls and many disgusting things. Tre Cool was about to choke.
After an hour, they quickly went to Tre Cool's house and got into buisness. Billie Joe came out with all the tabs while Mike Drint does all the lyrics.
TO BE Continued...
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