A Story of Mike and His Incredible Pants., chapter 5
"Billie! Come look at this!" Mike ran down the halls backstage. He could already hear screaming fans awaiting their presence. Billie faced him, and Mike handed him the note, and he flickered his eyes over it.
He scanned it over a few good times before cursing to himself and slamming his fist into a near by wall, but not hard enough to bust a hole through it.
"Shit! He's fucking gone now!" Billie yanked at his hair, stomping onto the floor with his creepers. His sighed, resting his back to the wall and slipping to the floor. "I can't believe he did this to us... What happened with you two? What did you do to him? Were things really that bad?"
"I don't know!" Mike said, throwing my hands into the air in frustration. "I got him the hell off me though when he tried to get me like that! I didn't know what to do!" He fell onto the floor next to Billie. "I... I really didn't know what to do."
*
"So, what do you guys plan on doing with Mr. Cool gone now?" And interviewer asked at the press conference that was held a week later.
Mike held the microphone up to his face to speak, "We don't know what happened to him, but we ARE going to find him. Just because he isn't here now, doesn't mean he won't come back. Stop acting like the fucking band is over!"
Mike threw the mic to the floor and stomped off the stage, cameras fallowing him, still asking questions.
Billie answered as many other questions as he could and everntually it ended. He and Mike would have to have a little talk later.
*
Billie stepped onto Mike's bus. All of Mike's things were packed up again, they were going home in the mornings. The bus would be taking them to the nearest airport, and they would be flown home.
Mike sat up when he heard footsteps and relaxed when it was only Billie.
"Mike... What if Tre never comes back?" tears slipped out of Billie's eyes as I cuddled into Mike's arms. They had worked so hard on where they had gotten today and it just all got pissed down the toilet.
"Sshhh..." Mike massaged Billie's back with his hand. "It'll be alright... I feel so bad though... He only loved me, but I didn't know, I didn't know, Billie..." Mike's eyes watered over also, tears brinking over the edge.
"I know... He was hurt. People say so many things about him all the time. As long as he's okay, that's all that matters."
(four years later)
Mike locked his door behind him, and slowly made his way to his car. Tre had never come back. They made a final Best Records album and tried with a new drummer, but failed miserably. It just didn't go right. It wasn't the same anymore.
Mike still couldn't believe that Tre had completely dissappeared without a trace. He stuck his key into the ignition to the old mustang and started its engine, eharing it rumble as he pulled out of the driveway and made his way to a party.
He had lost alot of interests too. Playing bass was hard now. Thinking was hard now. Being happy was hard now. Everything was too hard now. He didn't know what the hell to do with himself!
But, he had had alot of time to watch his daughter grow, become a real father and get to know her better. He felt so bad for Tre's ex-wives and kids. How could he have left them too? So many questions that there could be a million answers to zoomed throughout his head.
He pulled into a parking spot at a nice hotel looking place, and stepped out, and tossing his keys to the valet. He should try to have some fun tonight.
He stepped into the place and it was decorated to perfection, streamers everywhere, candy and drinks and celebrites he had never even seen before. You name it, it was there!
He brushed past a few people before spotting Billie talking amongst a few others.
Didn't know he would be here... , he thought to himself. He tapped Billie on the shoulder and pulled him away from the group ith an apology.
"Hey Mikey! Haven't seen you in a while! How are things goin at home?"
"It's fine, took Stella to the movies today. She getting so much older so fast." He grabbed a drink from a tray that was being passed around. He took a sip and grasped it firmly in his hand.
"Yeah... Kids tend to do that now a days. Spend as much time with her as you can, buddy." They stood there for a few moments before a scream rang out across the room. Mike's head shot up and saw a woman falling to the floor. Everybody parted and stared in shock.
"And don't you ever fuck around on me again!" And man screamed and slammed the door to the room behind him. The woman sat disheveled on the floor until Mike walked over and helped her up.
The woman looked down at herself to dust herself off, and then looked up at Mike.
"Whoa..." Mike gasped in awe of the woman's incredible beauty, brown hair shoulder length, sparkling blue eyes, one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen. She was absolutely gorgeous!
"Hi, I'm Tracy." she intoduced herself, holding out a hand for him to shake accordingly. He shook her hand, which was soft and warm and fit nicely into his. His gaze didn't break from hers. She blushed and laughed a bit.
"I think I should be going now, sorry, I've been embarrassed." She stepped around him and and headed for the door, but Mike caught her arm. She turned around to face him again.
"No, don't go. You seem nice, let's talk for a while." She nodded and stayed.
He scanned it over a few good times before cursing to himself and slamming his fist into a near by wall, but not hard enough to bust a hole through it.
"Shit! He's fucking gone now!" Billie yanked at his hair, stomping onto the floor with his creepers. His sighed, resting his back to the wall and slipping to the floor. "I can't believe he did this to us... What happened with you two? What did you do to him? Were things really that bad?"
"I don't know!" Mike said, throwing my hands into the air in frustration. "I got him the hell off me though when he tried to get me like that! I didn't know what to do!" He fell onto the floor next to Billie. "I... I really didn't know what to do."
*
"So, what do you guys plan on doing with Mr. Cool gone now?" And interviewer asked at the press conference that was held a week later.
Mike held the microphone up to his face to speak, "We don't know what happened to him, but we ARE going to find him. Just because he isn't here now, doesn't mean he won't come back. Stop acting like the fucking band is over!"
Mike threw the mic to the floor and stomped off the stage, cameras fallowing him, still asking questions.
Billie answered as many other questions as he could and everntually it ended. He and Mike would have to have a little talk later.
*
Billie stepped onto Mike's bus. All of Mike's things were packed up again, they were going home in the mornings. The bus would be taking them to the nearest airport, and they would be flown home.
Mike sat up when he heard footsteps and relaxed when it was only Billie.
"Mike... What if Tre never comes back?" tears slipped out of Billie's eyes as I cuddled into Mike's arms. They had worked so hard on where they had gotten today and it just all got pissed down the toilet.
"Sshhh..." Mike massaged Billie's back with his hand. "It'll be alright... I feel so bad though... He only loved me, but I didn't know, I didn't know, Billie..." Mike's eyes watered over also, tears brinking over the edge.
"I know... He was hurt. People say so many things about him all the time. As long as he's okay, that's all that matters."
(four years later)
Mike locked his door behind him, and slowly made his way to his car. Tre had never come back. They made a final Best Records album and tried with a new drummer, but failed miserably. It just didn't go right. It wasn't the same anymore.
Mike still couldn't believe that Tre had completely dissappeared without a trace. He stuck his key into the ignition to the old mustang and started its engine, eharing it rumble as he pulled out of the driveway and made his way to a party.
He had lost alot of interests too. Playing bass was hard now. Thinking was hard now. Being happy was hard now. Everything was too hard now. He didn't know what the hell to do with himself!
But, he had had alot of time to watch his daughter grow, become a real father and get to know her better. He felt so bad for Tre's ex-wives and kids. How could he have left them too? So many questions that there could be a million answers to zoomed throughout his head.
He pulled into a parking spot at a nice hotel looking place, and stepped out, and tossing his keys to the valet. He should try to have some fun tonight.
He stepped into the place and it was decorated to perfection, streamers everywhere, candy and drinks and celebrites he had never even seen before. You name it, it was there!
He brushed past a few people before spotting Billie talking amongst a few others.
Didn't know he would be here... , he thought to himself. He tapped Billie on the shoulder and pulled him away from the group ith an apology.
"Hey Mikey! Haven't seen you in a while! How are things goin at home?"
"It's fine, took Stella to the movies today. She getting so much older so fast." He grabbed a drink from a tray that was being passed around. He took a sip and grasped it firmly in his hand.
"Yeah... Kids tend to do that now a days. Spend as much time with her as you can, buddy." They stood there for a few moments before a scream rang out across the room. Mike's head shot up and saw a woman falling to the floor. Everybody parted and stared in shock.
"And don't you ever fuck around on me again!" And man screamed and slammed the door to the room behind him. The woman sat disheveled on the floor until Mike walked over and helped her up.
The woman looked down at herself to dust herself off, and then looked up at Mike.
"Whoa..." Mike gasped in awe of the woman's incredible beauty, brown hair shoulder length, sparkling blue eyes, one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen. She was absolutely gorgeous!
"Hi, I'm Tracy." she intoduced herself, holding out a hand for him to shake accordingly. He shook her hand, which was soft and warm and fit nicely into his. His gaze didn't break from hers. She blushed and laughed a bit.
"I think I should be going now, sorry, I've been embarrassed." She stepped around him and and headed for the door, but Mike caught her arm. She turned around to face him again.
"No, don't go. You seem nice, let's talk for a while." She nodded and stayed.
