Fame, Fortune, and Green Day, chapter 1
"Hey Bee hurry your ass up will you?" Laura shouted.
"You know what... Screw you ok? This thing is heavy. I'd like to see you carry something besides a MICROPHONE." Brittney countered.
Laura turned back to look at her friend and burst into a fit of laughter. Brittney, being that she was the drummer, was attempting to carry her bass drum from the large van that held all the band equipment, to the tiny club in L. A. They were playing at that night. Their gig wasn't for several hours, but they'd decided to get a head start on setting up, so that they would have plenty of time to explore the city.
"I still don't see why we can't park in the damned club parking lot. I mean we are PLAYING here. I think its bull that we have to lug all our shit across the freaking street." Brittney said as she struggled to keep her drumsticks from rolling off the top of the bass drum. Laura ran up to her and grabbed the sticks off the top of the drum just in the nick of time.
"There ya go Bee. That should take a load off for ya." Laura said sarcastically.
"Buttnugget." Bee said, sticking her tongue out.
"Ooh. Very mature. I'm shaking in my shoes." Laura replied, laughing as Brittney glared at her. They continued to argue until they reached the middle of the road where Brittney stopped to take a break in order to avoid smashing her bass drum to smithereens.
"You guys better hurry up and cross the damned street already." Tiffany yelled.
"Yea can't have a fuckin' pancake for a singer and a waffle for a drummer now can we?" Avi shouted. They had already reached the opposite side of the street and set down the heavy amps they had been carrying on the sidewalk. Taking Avi's advice Laura headed across the street once more. After all, it was L. A. And sitting in the middle of a street to take a break was not exactly what one would call a bright idea.
"Awww c'mon you guys! Danielle help." Brittney whined.
"No can do, I've got precious equipment in this bag." Danielle said as she set the bag with all of the bands photo equipment in it on the sidewalk. Brittney could see all four of her friends grinning maliciously as she picked up the heavy drum and began walking to the other side of the street where they were waiting.
"Fuckers. You guys are all fuckers you know that? Yea... Ok... Sure... Let the little fucking hobbit drummer do all the work." Bee said jokingly.
They all watched Bee as she slowly crossed the street, bass drum in hand. She was no more then 10 feet from the sidewalk when a limousine came speeding up the street toward her. She didn't notice until it was too late. She screamed and somehow managed to fling the heavy drum aside as she rolled across the windshield of the limo. She heard her friends shrieking and wailing, and she felt herself hit the pavement but she knew she was somehow still alive. The limo then stopped abruptly. As she lay there on the hot asphalt she heard the door to the limo open.
Someone shouted, "Oh this is just fuckin' great. Now we get a fuckin' lawsuit how wonderful."
The voice sounded familiar. She was curious to see who it was, but she didn't know if she would be able to get up, being that she was just hit my a limo. But what the hell, she figured. I'll try anyways. She was able to move. Better yet, she was able to move without any pain.
Can I get another Amen? She thought to herself as she stood up to face her friends.
"I'm okay guys. Just a few scratches." She said reassuringly. She looked at her friends and noticed that each of them looked as if they had just seen a ghost. Just then Laura, whose mouth had obviously dropped open, lifted her hand and pointed to something that was behind Bee. Utterly confused she turned around to see what everyone was staring at.
"Oh My God." she whispered in shock. There standing behind her were the people from the limo. The people who smashed her bass drum, and could have killed her. The people who were otherwise known as Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool of her favorite band, Green Day.
"Holy shit she's alive. Man, we are so fuckin' sorry. Are you ok?" Billie Joe said running up to her, Tre and Mike following behind. She stared at them, her eyes wide, mouth gaping.
"Holy fuck. GREEN DAY just almost killed me." she said. And with that she fainted straight into Billie and Tre's arms.
"You know what... Screw you ok? This thing is heavy. I'd like to see you carry something besides a MICROPHONE." Brittney countered.
Laura turned back to look at her friend and burst into a fit of laughter. Brittney, being that she was the drummer, was attempting to carry her bass drum from the large van that held all the band equipment, to the tiny club in L. A. They were playing at that night. Their gig wasn't for several hours, but they'd decided to get a head start on setting up, so that they would have plenty of time to explore the city.
"I still don't see why we can't park in the damned club parking lot. I mean we are PLAYING here. I think its bull that we have to lug all our shit across the freaking street." Brittney said as she struggled to keep her drumsticks from rolling off the top of the bass drum. Laura ran up to her and grabbed the sticks off the top of the drum just in the nick of time.
"There ya go Bee. That should take a load off for ya." Laura said sarcastically.
"Buttnugget." Bee said, sticking her tongue out.
"Ooh. Very mature. I'm shaking in my shoes." Laura replied, laughing as Brittney glared at her. They continued to argue until they reached the middle of the road where Brittney stopped to take a break in order to avoid smashing her bass drum to smithereens.
"You guys better hurry up and cross the damned street already." Tiffany yelled.
"Yea can't have a fuckin' pancake for a singer and a waffle for a drummer now can we?" Avi shouted. They had already reached the opposite side of the street and set down the heavy amps they had been carrying on the sidewalk. Taking Avi's advice Laura headed across the street once more. After all, it was L. A. And sitting in the middle of a street to take a break was not exactly what one would call a bright idea.
"Awww c'mon you guys! Danielle help." Brittney whined.
"No can do, I've got precious equipment in this bag." Danielle said as she set the bag with all of the bands photo equipment in it on the sidewalk. Brittney could see all four of her friends grinning maliciously as she picked up the heavy drum and began walking to the other side of the street where they were waiting.
"Fuckers. You guys are all fuckers you know that? Yea... Ok... Sure... Let the little fucking hobbit drummer do all the work." Bee said jokingly.
They all watched Bee as she slowly crossed the street, bass drum in hand. She was no more then 10 feet from the sidewalk when a limousine came speeding up the street toward her. She didn't notice until it was too late. She screamed and somehow managed to fling the heavy drum aside as she rolled across the windshield of the limo. She heard her friends shrieking and wailing, and she felt herself hit the pavement but she knew she was somehow still alive. The limo then stopped abruptly. As she lay there on the hot asphalt she heard the door to the limo open.
Someone shouted, "Oh this is just fuckin' great. Now we get a fuckin' lawsuit how wonderful."
The voice sounded familiar. She was curious to see who it was, but she didn't know if she would be able to get up, being that she was just hit my a limo. But what the hell, she figured. I'll try anyways. She was able to move. Better yet, she was able to move without any pain.
Can I get another Amen? She thought to herself as she stood up to face her friends.
"I'm okay guys. Just a few scratches." She said reassuringly. She looked at her friends and noticed that each of them looked as if they had just seen a ghost. Just then Laura, whose mouth had obviously dropped open, lifted her hand and pointed to something that was behind Bee. Utterly confused she turned around to see what everyone was staring at.
"Oh My God." she whispered in shock. There standing behind her were the people from the limo. The people who smashed her bass drum, and could have killed her. The people who were otherwise known as Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool of her favorite band, Green Day.
"Holy shit she's alive. Man, we are so fuckin' sorry. Are you ok?" Billie Joe said running up to her, Tre and Mike following behind. She stared at them, her eyes wide, mouth gaping.
"Holy fuck. GREEN DAY just almost killed me." she said. And with that she fainted straight into Billie and Tre's arms.
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