A Joyride to Remember, chapter 1
My heart almost burst to pieces as I opened the neatly packaged envelope that my dad handed to me. Inside were three perfectly unbent tickets to Green Day, and even better they were mosh tickets. I screamed and jumped up and down excitedly, tossing away the envelope and kissing the tickets as if they were made of gold.
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!" I chanted to my dad, nearly knocking him over with a huge hug. I would be going to Green Day!!! My favorite band since I could remember, and the people I worshipped the most in my life. Tré Cool was my personal favorite, but really they were all gods to be respected, and they inspired me more than anything. It was thanks to them that I had taken up drumming, and that my two best friends, Caitlin and Caitlyn, had taken up bass and guitar, respectively. Of course, the other two tickets would be for them, as both of them were equally obsessed with Green Day, and Billie Joe Armstrong. Our band, which we called "Haphazard", was currently looking for a record label, although no body had been interested no matter how many times we asked. This concert was sure to cheer us up.
I re-read the tickets over and over again. The concert was on May 18th, and we'd be in the mosh pit. As you may have guessed, I couldn't sleep that night, but instead I lay in my bed writing more songs, as I usually did.
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"You're kidding, right?" Caitlin exclaimed over the phone, as I told her about the tickets.
"Crap no, we're going to see Billie, Mike, and Tré, Caitlin!!! I bet this concert's going to be the best yet!" I said, remembering the past 3 Green Day concerts that we had gone to together. I grinned as I heard Caitlin shriek with excitement, which was then cut off by her dropping the phone. She laughed as she picked it up, letting out a small squeal of joy before calming down.
"Have you told Caitlyn yet?" she asked in a high-pitched voice. She was so excited I could almost hear her heart beating.
"No, not quite, I was gonna phone her in a minute though," I said, smiling as Caitlin let out another quiet squeak of delight.
"Oh, okay! Well phone her right now, I can talk to you later!" Caitlin suggested.
"Thanks, okay, bye!" I said, hanging up and immediately phoning Caitlyn. I told her about the tickets, and then listened as she took five minutes rambling about how she'd just die to meet Billie Joe Armstrong.
After saying good-bye and hanging up, I ran downstairs and carefully placed the concert tickets in my lockable computer desk drawer, locking it and placing the key in my pocket. I stared at the drawer for a few moments, and then looked around the room for something to keep my mind busy. Without a moment's hesitation, I decided to play around with my beloved drum set. I sat down on my rather comfortable stool and grabbed a pair of drumsticks, Tré Cool Signatures of course. My beautiful Spitfire drum set, apart from being covered in random stickers, was the exact model that Tré himself used while on tour and recording. Just looking at those shiny drums made me even more excited for the concert, which was in two weeks.
I started off with a "one-two" beat, as my drum teacher taught me, which quickly turned into a full out version of "Long View". After that I worked on "Misery", a song that I was still learning, and then went through some of my personal favorites: "Holiday", "Stuck With Me", "Geek Stink Breath", and "Basket Case".
Drumming always made me happy, and the whole time I was playing I continually thought about the concert. Fantasies of what could happen there began filling up my mind; what if I caught one of Tré's drumsticks?; what if someone gave us backstage passes?; what if Tré asked me to marry him? Wait, scratch that last one.
That'll never happen, which sucks, I thought. I sighed, and tossed my drumsticks aside. I got up and strode over to a small corner of my basement, where my family kept all of our guitars, combined. I ran my finger down the neck of my brother's most prized possession: a shiny red and black Squier Stratocaster, with black neck and red guitar strap. Beside that was my dad's only guitar, an acoustic Epiphone that was signed by each member of his favorite band (other than Green Day), Blue Rodeo. Beside that was my brothers other two guitars, a white and black Fender Stratocaster, and a dark blue Epiphone SG, and finally beside that was my baby: a green-and-black-striped Gibson Les Paul, with a black neck and checkered guitar strap.
I carefully picked it up off of its stand, sitting down on the couch and grabbing a pick. I strummed some random chords for a few minutes before grabbing the TV. remote and turning on the TV to Much Music. After watching for a few moments, and realizing that nothing good was on, I was in the mood for some Green Day, so I got up and popped in a VHS that I had watched millions of times before. It was a home-taped video of my favorite Egos and Icons episode. Yep, you guessed it, the Green Day one. I sat back down on the couch and strummed my guitar a bit, laughing and talking along to all of my favorite words that came out of Billie, Tré, and Mike's mouths.
"I'd be a burglar, you know, I'd burgle people," Tré said when asked about what he'd do if he wasn't in Green Day. Even though I'd heard this line at least a billion times, I couldn't help but laugh my head off for a while until some more of my favorite quotes were said.
"If I were any female celebrity, I'd be that chick from the Golden Girls, 'cause she's old and loose!" exclaimed Tré. After laughing and laughing, the video was over, and so I turned off the TV. and though of what to play. I decided to do my favorite Green Day song of all time, Stuck With Me, and jumped up off the couch as I started playing it. I jumped around the room, singing the lyrics at the top of my lungs, and playing so hard that my pick broke in half. I didn't care though; I was too busy having an "excited attack", as Caitlin called it, about the Green Day concert. I jumped off the back of the couch, now strumming with my fingers, and finished the song with a loud shriek. Gasping for breath, I slumped down on the couch, grabbing another pick, and quietly playing "Macy's Day Parade" to myself. I realized just how tired I was as the song neared its end, and I slowly drifted off to sleep, guitar in my arms, dreaming of the concert on the couch.
"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!" I chanted to my dad, nearly knocking him over with a huge hug. I would be going to Green Day!!! My favorite band since I could remember, and the people I worshipped the most in my life. Tré Cool was my personal favorite, but really they were all gods to be respected, and they inspired me more than anything. It was thanks to them that I had taken up drumming, and that my two best friends, Caitlin and Caitlyn, had taken up bass and guitar, respectively. Of course, the other two tickets would be for them, as both of them were equally obsessed with Green Day, and Billie Joe Armstrong. Our band, which we called "Haphazard", was currently looking for a record label, although no body had been interested no matter how many times we asked. This concert was sure to cheer us up.
I re-read the tickets over and over again. The concert was on May 18th, and we'd be in the mosh pit. As you may have guessed, I couldn't sleep that night, but instead I lay in my bed writing more songs, as I usually did.
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"You're kidding, right?" Caitlin exclaimed over the phone, as I told her about the tickets.
"Crap no, we're going to see Billie, Mike, and Tré, Caitlin!!! I bet this concert's going to be the best yet!" I said, remembering the past 3 Green Day concerts that we had gone to together. I grinned as I heard Caitlin shriek with excitement, which was then cut off by her dropping the phone. She laughed as she picked it up, letting out a small squeal of joy before calming down.
"Have you told Caitlyn yet?" she asked in a high-pitched voice. She was so excited I could almost hear her heart beating.
"No, not quite, I was gonna phone her in a minute though," I said, smiling as Caitlin let out another quiet squeak of delight.
"Oh, okay! Well phone her right now, I can talk to you later!" Caitlin suggested.
"Thanks, okay, bye!" I said, hanging up and immediately phoning Caitlyn. I told her about the tickets, and then listened as she took five minutes rambling about how she'd just die to meet Billie Joe Armstrong.
After saying good-bye and hanging up, I ran downstairs and carefully placed the concert tickets in my lockable computer desk drawer, locking it and placing the key in my pocket. I stared at the drawer for a few moments, and then looked around the room for something to keep my mind busy. Without a moment's hesitation, I decided to play around with my beloved drum set. I sat down on my rather comfortable stool and grabbed a pair of drumsticks, Tré Cool Signatures of course. My beautiful Spitfire drum set, apart from being covered in random stickers, was the exact model that Tré himself used while on tour and recording. Just looking at those shiny drums made me even more excited for the concert, which was in two weeks.
I started off with a "one-two" beat, as my drum teacher taught me, which quickly turned into a full out version of "Long View". After that I worked on "Misery", a song that I was still learning, and then went through some of my personal favorites: "Holiday", "Stuck With Me", "Geek Stink Breath", and "Basket Case".
Drumming always made me happy, and the whole time I was playing I continually thought about the concert. Fantasies of what could happen there began filling up my mind; what if I caught one of Tré's drumsticks?; what if someone gave us backstage passes?; what if Tré asked me to marry him? Wait, scratch that last one.
That'll never happen, which sucks, I thought. I sighed, and tossed my drumsticks aside. I got up and strode over to a small corner of my basement, where my family kept all of our guitars, combined. I ran my finger down the neck of my brother's most prized possession: a shiny red and black Squier Stratocaster, with black neck and red guitar strap. Beside that was my dad's only guitar, an acoustic Epiphone that was signed by each member of his favorite band (other than Green Day), Blue Rodeo. Beside that was my brothers other two guitars, a white and black Fender Stratocaster, and a dark blue Epiphone SG, and finally beside that was my baby: a green-and-black-striped Gibson Les Paul, with a black neck and checkered guitar strap.
I carefully picked it up off of its stand, sitting down on the couch and grabbing a pick. I strummed some random chords for a few minutes before grabbing the TV. remote and turning on the TV to Much Music. After watching for a few moments, and realizing that nothing good was on, I was in the mood for some Green Day, so I got up and popped in a VHS that I had watched millions of times before. It was a home-taped video of my favorite Egos and Icons episode. Yep, you guessed it, the Green Day one. I sat back down on the couch and strummed my guitar a bit, laughing and talking along to all of my favorite words that came out of Billie, Tré, and Mike's mouths.
"I'd be a burglar, you know, I'd burgle people," Tré said when asked about what he'd do if he wasn't in Green Day. Even though I'd heard this line at least a billion times, I couldn't help but laugh my head off for a while until some more of my favorite quotes were said.
"If I were any female celebrity, I'd be that chick from the Golden Girls, 'cause she's old and loose!" exclaimed Tré. After laughing and laughing, the video was over, and so I turned off the TV. and though of what to play. I decided to do my favorite Green Day song of all time, Stuck With Me, and jumped up off the couch as I started playing it. I jumped around the room, singing the lyrics at the top of my lungs, and playing so hard that my pick broke in half. I didn't care though; I was too busy having an "excited attack", as Caitlin called it, about the Green Day concert. I jumped off the back of the couch, now strumming with my fingers, and finished the song with a loud shriek. Gasping for breath, I slumped down on the couch, grabbing another pick, and quietly playing "Macy's Day Parade" to myself. I realized just how tired I was as the song neared its end, and I slowly drifted off to sleep, guitar in my arms, dreaming of the concert on the couch.
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