You erased yourself, so shut up!, chapter 12
Tre's eyes were wet again; he'd just told the whole story of Jessie's betrayal yet again. Mike stood in front of him, arms folded, face creased in a frown as he thought. Bille was sitting on the sofa opposite, looking completely shocked; Faith snapped them all back to reality by punching the wall as her frustration built up.
"So, you're saying this Jessie dude ditched you, went to the jocks, and I now making your life hell?"
"Got it in a sentence."
"That bastard dies!" Mike yelled, and he headed for the door. Bille sprang up and threw himself on his taller friend's back.
"What good will it do Mikey boy, think about it; you'll be outnumbered, and I'd prefer my bassist in one piece please!" he growled in Mike's ear.
The bassist paused for a moment, then seemed to sag.
"Yeah, you're right, as usual. Sorry, I'm just pissed off is all."
"You sure you're alright? You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm fine, honest Bill."
The guitarist raised his eyebrows at his friend, but didn't say a word. Miek pulled a hankercheif from his pocket and handed it to Tre.
"Thanks."
"Um, guys?" Faith ventured. "Aren't you here to rehearse?"
"Yeah, come on, it'll take your mind off of all this Tre."
"Cool, let's go!"
Two hours later found Billie standing in front of his mic, playing a solo. Faith was sitting on the floor in front of the stage watching them, and Mike was trying not to laugh out loud at Tre, who was lying on the floor, ahving fallen off his drumstool seconds before. The frontman turned round suddenly, annoyance on his face.
"Oi, Mike, you were meant to come in there. What's so funny?"
Mike couldn't speak, he just pointed at Tre, who was now tangled up in his drumkit, having used it to get up again.
Billie didn't say anything, he looked at his watch instead.
"I think we can finish there anyway. Tre, I'll get in touch and let you know when next practice is."
Tre was about to reply when the impact of the words hit him.
"You mean I'm in?"
Mike and Billie looked at each other, nodded, then grinned at Tre.
"Yes!"
"So, you're saying this Jessie dude ditched you, went to the jocks, and I now making your life hell?"
"Got it in a sentence."
"That bastard dies!" Mike yelled, and he headed for the door. Bille sprang up and threw himself on his taller friend's back.
"What good will it do Mikey boy, think about it; you'll be outnumbered, and I'd prefer my bassist in one piece please!" he growled in Mike's ear.
The bassist paused for a moment, then seemed to sag.
"Yeah, you're right, as usual. Sorry, I'm just pissed off is all."
"You sure you're alright? You haven't been yourself lately."
"I'm fine, honest Bill."
The guitarist raised his eyebrows at his friend, but didn't say a word. Miek pulled a hankercheif from his pocket and handed it to Tre.
"Thanks."
"Um, guys?" Faith ventured. "Aren't you here to rehearse?"
"Yeah, come on, it'll take your mind off of all this Tre."
"Cool, let's go!"
Two hours later found Billie standing in front of his mic, playing a solo. Faith was sitting on the floor in front of the stage watching them, and Mike was trying not to laugh out loud at Tre, who was lying on the floor, ahving fallen off his drumstool seconds before. The frontman turned round suddenly, annoyance on his face.
"Oi, Mike, you were meant to come in there. What's so funny?"
Mike couldn't speak, he just pointed at Tre, who was now tangled up in his drumkit, having used it to get up again.
Billie didn't say anything, he looked at his watch instead.
"I think we can finish there anyway. Tre, I'll get in touch and let you know when next practice is."
Tre was about to reply when the impact of the words hit him.
"You mean I'm in?"
Mike and Billie looked at each other, nodded, then grinned at Tre.
"Yes!"
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