A Note Don't Come Easy, chapter 2
My brain was a stew. It's just that nobody could see it. Those Basketcase lyrics did seem to spring to mind at the time, "Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, it all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up. Am I just paranoid, or am I just stoned?" I didn't know whether I wanted this to be my mind playing me up or not.
"I heard you playing." He said standing infront of me.
Still, I had know senses. I felt exactly the same way as I did when my crush at school had asked me to take a picture of him. Numb. I just stared into his ice blue eyes.
"Well, are you going to let me in or not? Or are you just going to stand there staring at me all day?" He asked sarcastically with his arms crossed.
I moved aside to let him through the door. I couldn't what I was doing. I pinched myself on the arm to see if I was dreaming or not. Shit, I fucking wasn't. I'd pinched myself so hard to awake me that my skin was bleeding underneath. Another mark on me to tell the story of my life. I turned to look at Mike, who had made himself comfy in the sofa that overlooked out onto the balcony.
"You have a nice suite. Ours is shit. You'd think that we'd get the best in the whole freakin hotel wouldn't you?"
He turned to look at me, and frowned when he realised how startled I was.
"Are you going to talk at me or not?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah..." That's all that I could come out with.
"I heard you playing while having a shower. You're fucking good."
"You have got to be joking. I'm the worst guitarist in the making of rock history. Did you hear me in detail?"
"Yeah, I did." Mike replied. "I leaned against the wall and listened for about 10 minutes."
"Against the wall?" I was so confused. How had he heard me so clear?
"We're in the suite next to you. Didn't they tell you at the reception?"
"Hell no!" I nearly screamed. "This can't be happing?"
"Why not?" Mike asked.
I stopped pacing the room and looked into him. I don't think he had spotted the numerous posters and cd's with him on yet.
"This is crazy. You're talking to me as if you've known me for ages!"
"And what's wrong with that?"
"What's with the questions?" I screamed, getting frustrated. My brain still felt stirred.
"What's with you and freakin out at the sight of me?"
I went to say something but stopped myself. This was bullshit. This couldn't be Mike. This whole thing couldn't be real. It was too good to happen to me. Me who had been down graded for all of my life. Me who always got shit thrown at because the other kids at school thought I was weird. I looked at him really hard. I felt tears swell up in my eyes, and they felt like they were gonna bleed. There was the sounding footsteps and a chant of 'bitch-killa, bitch-killa.'
"Hey Tre!" Mike called from inside my room.
My heart skipped again. Not another Green Day member. I never thought I'd let myself think that. This was just so un-real.
"Bitch-killa, Bitch-killa."
"Tre you fucking arse-hole!" Mike screamed.
Tre's little head popped from the side of my doorway. He looked at Mike and then looked at me.
"Mike dude," he laughed. "What you doing terroising girls again?"
He turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. He just gets this sexual tension that makes him talk to random people he doesn't even though. You must understand, being on tour and that makes him feel deprived."
"Shut the fuck up Tre." Mike told him without flinching.
I was still staring at Tre.
"He's just jealous because all the girls come running to me." Tre continued, laughing at his own joke.
"Tre just shut the fuck up will you and just listen to this girl play!"
"Stef. It's Stef." I managed to butt in the conversation.
"Well," Mike said tilting his towards me. "Listen to Stef play."
Shit. I didn't feel like playing now. Not when TWO Green Day members were watching me. Mike looked at me, and smiled.
"Come on" he said softly. "We're not exactly gonna say you're shit or anything are we?"
I managed to make it to my bed were I had flung my guitar without thinking on what I was doing. I picked it up and walked back out into the lounge, were both Tre and Mike wer now on the sofa waiting to watch me. Shit. I think I was going to puke over them, which wouldn't be good. I sat on the glass table without thinking where I was planting my big arse and looked at them cautioslly.
"What do you want to hear then?" I asked, coughing at the same time.
"Anything." Tre said. "Just hurry up 'cause I want to watch TV."
Mike swatted him over the head.
"Don't listen to him Stef. Just do your thing."
I put my fingers next to the string and let them decide what to play. I started to play Poprocks and Coke and before I knew it Mike was up and out of his seat. I stopped and looked at him, then Tre.
"Billie needs to hear this." he said walking out the door.
Shit! Billie Joe I totally forgot about him! I threw down my guitar again and screamed at Mike.
"No! Not Billie Joe! I'm shit! I'll make him cringe!"
I ran after him. Tre stood up.
"Hey calm down! Its pretty damn good!"
"But Billie's my favourite member of Green Day! I can't play to him!"
"Sure you can." Tre said smiling.
I could hear a faint call for Billie from Mike. He came back in.
"He's not there." He frowned. "Where the fuck is he?"
"Please dont get him to coem here!" I whined.
"Billie!" Mike screamed.
"No! Don't!" He cried stamping my feet. Tre grabbed hold of me.
"No! Please Mike!" I screamed again.
Then I shut up. Everyone turned to face the door.
"Did someone call?"
"I heard you playing." He said standing infront of me.
Still, I had know senses. I felt exactly the same way as I did when my crush at school had asked me to take a picture of him. Numb. I just stared into his ice blue eyes.
"Well, are you going to let me in or not? Or are you just going to stand there staring at me all day?" He asked sarcastically with his arms crossed.
I moved aside to let him through the door. I couldn't what I was doing. I pinched myself on the arm to see if I was dreaming or not. Shit, I fucking wasn't. I'd pinched myself so hard to awake me that my skin was bleeding underneath. Another mark on me to tell the story of my life. I turned to look at Mike, who had made himself comfy in the sofa that overlooked out onto the balcony.
"You have a nice suite. Ours is shit. You'd think that we'd get the best in the whole freakin hotel wouldn't you?"
He turned to look at me, and frowned when he realised how startled I was.
"Are you going to talk at me or not?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah..." That's all that I could come out with.
"I heard you playing while having a shower. You're fucking good."
"You have got to be joking. I'm the worst guitarist in the making of rock history. Did you hear me in detail?"
"Yeah, I did." Mike replied. "I leaned against the wall and listened for about 10 minutes."
"Against the wall?" I was so confused. How had he heard me so clear?
"We're in the suite next to you. Didn't they tell you at the reception?"
"Hell no!" I nearly screamed. "This can't be happing?"
"Why not?" Mike asked.
I stopped pacing the room and looked into him. I don't think he had spotted the numerous posters and cd's with him on yet.
"This is crazy. You're talking to me as if you've known me for ages!"
"And what's wrong with that?"
"What's with the questions?" I screamed, getting frustrated. My brain still felt stirred.
"What's with you and freakin out at the sight of me?"
I went to say something but stopped myself. This was bullshit. This couldn't be Mike. This whole thing couldn't be real. It was too good to happen to me. Me who had been down graded for all of my life. Me who always got shit thrown at because the other kids at school thought I was weird. I looked at him really hard. I felt tears swell up in my eyes, and they felt like they were gonna bleed. There was the sounding footsteps and a chant of 'bitch-killa, bitch-killa.'
"Hey Tre!" Mike called from inside my room.
My heart skipped again. Not another Green Day member. I never thought I'd let myself think that. This was just so un-real.
"Bitch-killa, Bitch-killa."
"Tre you fucking arse-hole!" Mike screamed.
Tre's little head popped from the side of my doorway. He looked at Mike and then looked at me.
"Mike dude," he laughed. "What you doing terroising girls again?"
He turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry. He just gets this sexual tension that makes him talk to random people he doesn't even though. You must understand, being on tour and that makes him feel deprived."
"Shut the fuck up Tre." Mike told him without flinching.
I was still staring at Tre.
"He's just jealous because all the girls come running to me." Tre continued, laughing at his own joke.
"Tre just shut the fuck up will you and just listen to this girl play!"
"Stef. It's Stef." I managed to butt in the conversation.
"Well," Mike said tilting his towards me. "Listen to Stef play."
Shit. I didn't feel like playing now. Not when TWO Green Day members were watching me. Mike looked at me, and smiled.
"Come on" he said softly. "We're not exactly gonna say you're shit or anything are we?"
I managed to make it to my bed were I had flung my guitar without thinking on what I was doing. I picked it up and walked back out into the lounge, were both Tre and Mike wer now on the sofa waiting to watch me. Shit. I think I was going to puke over them, which wouldn't be good. I sat on the glass table without thinking where I was planting my big arse and looked at them cautioslly.
"What do you want to hear then?" I asked, coughing at the same time.
"Anything." Tre said. "Just hurry up 'cause I want to watch TV."
Mike swatted him over the head.
"Don't listen to him Stef. Just do your thing."
I put my fingers next to the string and let them decide what to play. I started to play Poprocks and Coke and before I knew it Mike was up and out of his seat. I stopped and looked at him, then Tre.
"Billie needs to hear this." he said walking out the door.
Shit! Billie Joe I totally forgot about him! I threw down my guitar again and screamed at Mike.
"No! Not Billie Joe! I'm shit! I'll make him cringe!"
I ran after him. Tre stood up.
"Hey calm down! Its pretty damn good!"
"But Billie's my favourite member of Green Day! I can't play to him!"
"Sure you can." Tre said smiling.
I could hear a faint call for Billie from Mike. He came back in.
"He's not there." He frowned. "Where the fuck is he?"
"Please dont get him to coem here!" I whined.
"Billie!" Mike screamed.
"No! Don't!" He cried stamping my feet. Tre grabbed hold of me.
"No! Please Mike!" I screamed again.
Then I shut up. Everyone turned to face the door.
"Did someone call?"
