Under Cover Me, chapter 1

I was sitting at a table in a internet café, the sound of people around me... the noise of chattering voices in my ears. A headache conjuring a secret minority in my mind, a couple of girls walked past, I take off my shades and jacket. The girls turn and say, "Oh my god! Are you Billie Joe Armstrong?!" and I have just jepardised my visit to this café, I blame myself for forgetting who I am! "Yes, I am..." I reply in bitter sweet self rage. The girls then asked for my autograph, and went off giggling. I blame myself again... I put on my shades and jacket and leave for another place I wont be recognised for my fame only...