A Trip Gone Wrong, chapter 1
Green Day's Tré Cool woke up to find himself being shaken by Someone. His first thoughts were "Why am I awake so early?" "Why is Claudia shaking me awake?" and "Why do I have the feeling that I should be somewhere?"
The answers soon came to him since Claudia was muttering to herself, and when she noticed he was awake, said
"Tré! You're awake! Well, so glad the Lord Of The Night has decided to grace me with his presence." She said, her voice laden with sarcasm. "I just got off the phone to Billie. He was asking me where you were, since you were supposed to be at the airport a half hour ago!" She wasn't normally this irritable, but she really hated having to talk to Tré's band mates for him when he had overslept or whatever.
"Jesus!" Tré yelped, and sprang out of the bed. He ran into the bathroom, gathering up some clothes as he went. Pretty soon Claudia heard the telltale sound of the shower running, and new that he was getting ready.
Around 10 minutes later, Tré came running downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing some toast from a plate, which he presumed was for him, or for Claudia. He rammed the toast into his mouth and then sprinted out into the hall, where he yanked up the suitcase h had packed the night before. He then pulled on a jacket, shouted goodbye to Ramona and Frankito.
"Bye daddy!" Ramona shouted back, while Frankito mumbled something incoherent through a mouthful of breakfast.
"Claudia? Have you seen my keys?" Tré asked her, when he saw her coming down the stairs.
In your jacket pocket Tré." She laughed.
"Thanks." He said, smiling, and then speeding out the door to his car.
*
"Hey Bill? How long do you think Tré's gonna be now?" Mike inquired, staring out of the airport door, willing Tré to come through it.
"I have no idea. Knowing Tré it could be anything from 5 minutes, to another hour." Replied Billie. No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than Tré came walking through the door. As soon as he spotted Billie and Mike, he broke into a run, stopping just beside them.
"Hey guys!" He said cheerily, as if the weren't supposed to be in the departure lounge, ready to get on a plane to Hong Kong in 5 minutes.
"Tré, we said to be here and hour and a half ago!" Mike said to Tré, but grinning at the same time to show him he wasn't angry with him. It wasn't like Tré was the only one from the band to have slept in and been late for a plane/bus/taxi to take them to their next tour destination.
"Man! Jason's gonna be angry huh?"
"Well, when we last saw him, he was leaving, and said he was gonna go ahead into the departure lounge and wait for us there, but then he got called onto the plane, so he's probably sitting on the plane, getting angrier by the second."
"Ah well, he's always been a bit grouchy. So off to check in my suitcase then, is it? And then to Hong Kong. WOOOO!!" Tré screamed and ran off toward the luggage check-in, getting strange looks from random holidaymakers as he went.
After checking in Tré's suitcase, they were all walking towards the departure lounge.
"Man, I'm tired." Complained Tré. A few minutes Tré solved this problem by jumping onto Mike's back and tapping his side like he was riding a horse, shouting
"Onwards then chaps!" In a very bad cockney accent.
"Ooooooffff." Said Mike, groaning under Tré's weight but carrying on walking anyway.
Once they arrived at the desk, they handed over their boarding passes to a woman wearing a tonne of immaculate make-up with a very high, very nasal, very annoying voice. After she had keyed something into her computer, her face fell.
"Oh, I'm sorry, your flight was over-booked. Well need to put you on another flight to Central Scotland, and then you can transfer from there. But I'm afraid you'll be staying in a Scottish hotel for a week, until the next flight is due."
"What?!" Billie squawked at a very high rate of decibels at the startled looking woman.
"Look, its ok Beej. We've been in Scotland before, it'll be fine, The only problem could be that our suitcases are on that flight to Hong Kong. We'll just go and buy some more clothes. Simple."
"Man am I glad I packed my hair gel in my hand luggage!" Remarked Tré who was then thumped on the arm by both Billie Joe and Mike.
The answers soon came to him since Claudia was muttering to herself, and when she noticed he was awake, said
"Tré! You're awake! Well, so glad the Lord Of The Night has decided to grace me with his presence." She said, her voice laden with sarcasm. "I just got off the phone to Billie. He was asking me where you were, since you were supposed to be at the airport a half hour ago!" She wasn't normally this irritable, but she really hated having to talk to Tré's band mates for him when he had overslept or whatever.
"Jesus!" Tré yelped, and sprang out of the bed. He ran into the bathroom, gathering up some clothes as he went. Pretty soon Claudia heard the telltale sound of the shower running, and new that he was getting ready.
Around 10 minutes later, Tré came running downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing some toast from a plate, which he presumed was for him, or for Claudia. He rammed the toast into his mouth and then sprinted out into the hall, where he yanked up the suitcase h had packed the night before. He then pulled on a jacket, shouted goodbye to Ramona and Frankito.
"Bye daddy!" Ramona shouted back, while Frankito mumbled something incoherent through a mouthful of breakfast.
"Claudia? Have you seen my keys?" Tré asked her, when he saw her coming down the stairs.
In your jacket pocket Tré." She laughed.
"Thanks." He said, smiling, and then speeding out the door to his car.
*
"Hey Bill? How long do you think Tré's gonna be now?" Mike inquired, staring out of the airport door, willing Tré to come through it.
"I have no idea. Knowing Tré it could be anything from 5 minutes, to another hour." Replied Billie. No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than Tré came walking through the door. As soon as he spotted Billie and Mike, he broke into a run, stopping just beside them.
"Hey guys!" He said cheerily, as if the weren't supposed to be in the departure lounge, ready to get on a plane to Hong Kong in 5 minutes.
"Tré, we said to be here and hour and a half ago!" Mike said to Tré, but grinning at the same time to show him he wasn't angry with him. It wasn't like Tré was the only one from the band to have slept in and been late for a plane/bus/taxi to take them to their next tour destination.
"Man! Jason's gonna be angry huh?"
"Well, when we last saw him, he was leaving, and said he was gonna go ahead into the departure lounge and wait for us there, but then he got called onto the plane, so he's probably sitting on the plane, getting angrier by the second."
"Ah well, he's always been a bit grouchy. So off to check in my suitcase then, is it? And then to Hong Kong. WOOOO!!" Tré screamed and ran off toward the luggage check-in, getting strange looks from random holidaymakers as he went.
After checking in Tré's suitcase, they were all walking towards the departure lounge.
"Man, I'm tired." Complained Tré. A few minutes Tré solved this problem by jumping onto Mike's back and tapping his side like he was riding a horse, shouting
"Onwards then chaps!" In a very bad cockney accent.
"Ooooooffff." Said Mike, groaning under Tré's weight but carrying on walking anyway.
Once they arrived at the desk, they handed over their boarding passes to a woman wearing a tonne of immaculate make-up with a very high, very nasal, very annoying voice. After she had keyed something into her computer, her face fell.
"Oh, I'm sorry, your flight was over-booked. Well need to put you on another flight to Central Scotland, and then you can transfer from there. But I'm afraid you'll be staying in a Scottish hotel for a week, until the next flight is due."
"What?!" Billie squawked at a very high rate of decibels at the startled looking woman.
"Look, its ok Beej. We've been in Scotland before, it'll be fine, The only problem could be that our suitcases are on that flight to Hong Kong. We'll just go and buy some more clothes. Simple."
"Man am I glad I packed my hair gel in my hand luggage!" Remarked Tré who was then thumped on the arm by both Billie Joe and Mike.
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