Hell Yes. I said GREEN DAY in my algebra class., chapter 1
Oh my fucking gosh. There was absolutely no way this was happening. No fucking flipping freaking fucking fuck-fuck-fucking way. It was October 8th, 2005. I was at a Green Day concert.
"Okay bitches. Can anyone play guitar? 3 chords is all!", Billie Joe exclaimed. He repeated this about 5 times when it finally came into my head. "Oh my God, I can play Knowledge! What the hell am I doing standing here? I gotta get up there!" I stood on my tip-toes, jumping up and down rapidly, waving my arms all around. I HAD to get up there. Billie Joe looked around at everyone until he finally chose the lucky bitch who got to go on stage. Take one guess who it was...
** Billie Joe's P. O. V. **
Ha! I should pick that kid right there. She's gonna fucking freak when I give her my guitar.
**End of Billie Joe's P. O. V**
Then and there he gave me a big kiss on the lips as he greeted me on stage. My eyes went... Well... Really big.
"Alright kid. You can play guitar right?", Billie asked
"Yep", I said hapilly.
"What's your name?"
"Holly Zorbas."
"Have you ever been laid?"
I looked at him. I was 13 flipping years old. I smiled.
"What the hell do you think?", I laughed.
"Okay, okay then nevermind." He laughed right back at me.
We (the drummer, bassist, and I) started to play Knowledge. And we were pretty damn good. Billie Joe started to sing. I think he was in a better mood and sang better 'cause we rocked. We weren't some stupid band of teenies. The whole experience was over-whelming. It was like a dream. But it made me sooo happy to think that it wasn't.
The song ended. It was great. I actually played onstage with Green Day. I swear, if this was a dream than I'm gonna wet myself and then die. It wasn't... Thank God.
"Yea. That was pretty good Holly.", he smiled.
"Thanks."
"But, you know, you should practice more and become as good as me"
He laughed out loud.
"You can keep the guitar."
I looked at him. He must have seen my bug eyes because he then said...
"Yes, You can Keep The Guitar!"
"Omigosh! Are you serious?", I exclaimed.
"Yes! Now get the hell off my stage you thirteen year old bitch!" He laughed yet again.
I walked off slowly as the bassist did a stage dive. Dream my ass... This was fucking real.
**The next morning**
I woke up to the annoying sound of my stupid alarm clock. Stupid fucking alarm clock. I grabbed my soccer trophy on the bedstand beside me and threw it at it. It stopped quickly thankfully. Another "beep" and my brain would've exploded.
I turned around in my bed to see the guitar Billie Joe gave me in my guitar stand beside my dresser. And my scratched up old Fender Strat on the floor. I smiled so big I swear I could've broken my face. Whatever the hell that means.
I got dressed and stuffed my horrid homework into my black backpack. I was sorta pissed off that my Green Day concert was on a Sunday, but now I could brag about how I went onstage with Green Day, even though the majority of my school were fucking preps who could care less.
I told my best friend Lindsay about it. I could tell she was oober jealous. She was an obsessive Green Day freak like me. It was great to see her enthusiasm. It made my day to know that at least ONE person cared about my onstage experience. Stupid careless family.
Lindsay and I walked into algebra class. Even though we were pretty much anti-social punks, we were pretty smart. Smarter than those stupid preps at least.
23 minutes into the class there was a knock on the door. Mr. Jones looked to the door and went to answer it. As he opened the door, he stared into the three eyeliner-ed, punked up, and awesome as fuck faces of Green Day. Fuck yes... I said Green Day.
Lindsay and I looked at each other. We both heard a vaguely familair voice... Sorta sounding like Billie Joe, but we didn't think anything of it and went back to work. Mr. Jones turned around with and odd look on his face and said softly, "Holly, can you come here? You seem to have... Umm... Visitors."
I looked around and then at Lindsay. She motioned for me to get my ass up there. So I went. Slowly walking.
I was then face to face with Green Day. "No fucking way. I am hullucinating that Green Day is at the door of my algebra class." Again, my eyes went HUGE.
Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre laughed. "Good to see you again kid." Billie Joe said while smiling. "What the hell are you doing here?" I said, not that I didn't think it was amazing to have Green Day at my school... Right in fron of me.
"Okay bitches. Can anyone play guitar? 3 chords is all!", Billie Joe exclaimed. He repeated this about 5 times when it finally came into my head. "Oh my God, I can play Knowledge! What the hell am I doing standing here? I gotta get up there!" I stood on my tip-toes, jumping up and down rapidly, waving my arms all around. I HAD to get up there. Billie Joe looked around at everyone until he finally chose the lucky bitch who got to go on stage. Take one guess who it was...
** Billie Joe's P. O. V. **
Ha! I should pick that kid right there. She's gonna fucking freak when I give her my guitar.
**End of Billie Joe's P. O. V**
Then and there he gave me a big kiss on the lips as he greeted me on stage. My eyes went... Well... Really big.
"Alright kid. You can play guitar right?", Billie asked
"Yep", I said hapilly.
"What's your name?"
"Holly Zorbas."
"Have you ever been laid?"
I looked at him. I was 13 flipping years old. I smiled.
"What the hell do you think?", I laughed.
"Okay, okay then nevermind." He laughed right back at me.
We (the drummer, bassist, and I) started to play Knowledge. And we were pretty damn good. Billie Joe started to sing. I think he was in a better mood and sang better 'cause we rocked. We weren't some stupid band of teenies. The whole experience was over-whelming. It was like a dream. But it made me sooo happy to think that it wasn't.
The song ended. It was great. I actually played onstage with Green Day. I swear, if this was a dream than I'm gonna wet myself and then die. It wasn't... Thank God.
"Yea. That was pretty good Holly.", he smiled.
"Thanks."
"But, you know, you should practice more and become as good as me"
He laughed out loud.
"You can keep the guitar."
I looked at him. He must have seen my bug eyes because he then said...
"Yes, You can Keep The Guitar!"
"Omigosh! Are you serious?", I exclaimed.
"Yes! Now get the hell off my stage you thirteen year old bitch!" He laughed yet again.
I walked off slowly as the bassist did a stage dive. Dream my ass... This was fucking real.
**The next morning**
I woke up to the annoying sound of my stupid alarm clock. Stupid fucking alarm clock. I grabbed my soccer trophy on the bedstand beside me and threw it at it. It stopped quickly thankfully. Another "beep" and my brain would've exploded.
I turned around in my bed to see the guitar Billie Joe gave me in my guitar stand beside my dresser. And my scratched up old Fender Strat on the floor. I smiled so big I swear I could've broken my face. Whatever the hell that means.
I got dressed and stuffed my horrid homework into my black backpack. I was sorta pissed off that my Green Day concert was on a Sunday, but now I could brag about how I went onstage with Green Day, even though the majority of my school were fucking preps who could care less.
I told my best friend Lindsay about it. I could tell she was oober jealous. She was an obsessive Green Day freak like me. It was great to see her enthusiasm. It made my day to know that at least ONE person cared about my onstage experience. Stupid careless family.
Lindsay and I walked into algebra class. Even though we were pretty much anti-social punks, we were pretty smart. Smarter than those stupid preps at least.
23 minutes into the class there was a knock on the door. Mr. Jones looked to the door and went to answer it. As he opened the door, he stared into the three eyeliner-ed, punked up, and awesome as fuck faces of Green Day. Fuck yes... I said Green Day.
Lindsay and I looked at each other. We both heard a vaguely familair voice... Sorta sounding like Billie Joe, but we didn't think anything of it and went back to work. Mr. Jones turned around with and odd look on his face and said softly, "Holly, can you come here? You seem to have... Umm... Visitors."
I looked around and then at Lindsay. She motioned for me to get my ass up there. So I went. Slowly walking.
I was then face to face with Green Day. "No fucking way. I am hullucinating that Green Day is at the door of my algebra class." Again, my eyes went HUGE.
Billie Joe, Mike, and Tre laughed. "Good to see you again kid." Billie Joe said while smiling. "What the hell are you doing here?" I said, not that I didn't think it was amazing to have Green Day at my school... Right in fron of me.
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