My encounter with Green Day, chapter 2
We walked slowly to the VIP place. There was a small line, not too big. We waited a while and finally it was our turn. We, of course, had been last. Pam went in first and I followed, Jessie trailing behind. Billie Joe looked up, sweaty and exhausted from the show, but smiling.
"Hey." He said as we walked in. No one said anything. Mike stood up and walked over, "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" He asked Pam. "Uh, Trista. He is talking to me." He laughed, "And you two are?" Jessie stood there staring at Tré but I found my voice.
"Um, I'm Trista and this is Jessica and that's Pam."
"Cool. Nice to meet you all." He shook all of our hands. Billie stood up and walked over and held out a hand, I stood there staring for a second, thinking my knees would give in, before taking his hand. My stomach fluttered as he smiled at me. "Uh, Trista? I would really like my hand back." I dropped it and stood embarrassed for a second, "Sorry."
"It's ok." He moved onto Jessie and Pam. Pam looked like she would faint. Then Tré stood up and strolled over, "Hello, I would shake your hand but I haven't washed them yet." He flashed a smile at Jessie because she was practically drooling, "So, you want autographs? Pictures?" I nodded.
"Ok then. Do you guys talk, at all?" Mike laughed. "We talk. Ish." I replied, taking a quick glance at Billie.
"Ish? Why only Ish?"
"Nothing to talk about."
"Well where are you guys from?" The others and I exchanged looks. "Williams Lake." Pam managed to reply.
"Cool."
"Enough small talk, I wanna have my picture taken." Tré announced, wrapping his arm around Jessie's shoulders. She looked like she had a heart attack. He smiled down at her and looked back up.
"Who's got a camera?" I dug in my bag for mine and heard him say quietly to Jessie, "Hey, guess what."
"What?"
"I can suck my own." I saw her face turn red as he looked back up; "Hurry up over there." I stuck out my tongue and took out the camera.
"Ok come over here." I told them. They stood in front of me and smiled as I snapped the shot. Tré looked down at Jessie and noticed her nametag. "I want it!" He whined. She looked at it. "Ok." She gave it to him and he put it in his pocket.
"Oh, I wanna take a picture too." Mike laughed; dragging Pam by the hand over to the place Tré and Jessie had been standing.
"Cheese." He laughed as I took the picture. I smiled and opened my bag to put the camera away when Billie Joe stopped me, "Hey, you didn't get a picture."
"Nah, I don't want one."
"No, come on. I insist." He took my camera and tossed it to Mike as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I froze and almost keeled over as Mike took the picture.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Billie laughed before walking over and talking to Tré. I kind of stood there for a minute in shock. "So, now autographs." Mike laughed, taking out a Black felt pen. "Um, Pam and I, our shirts are black. Mr. Dirnt." He laughed a bit. "Don't call me mister. It makes me feel old. Just Mike is fine. And it's ok, we have silver, too." After they had all signed our shirts we turned to leave.
"Where you guys going?" Tré asked. "Um, back to the hotel." I answered.
"Why don't you guys come out for a drink with us?"
"Because we are only thirteen... "
"No fucking way."
"Yeah, Jessie is twelve." He stood shocked.
"Really?"
"Yeah. We have to, go. My mom is waiting for us back at the hotel." They came over and hugged us. (Me: *Keels over and DIES*)
"Nice meeting you guys, see you around." Billie smiled. God I love his smile. "Nah, I don't think so. We don't like hang out in Vancouver and you guys don't visit Williams Lake too much as far as I know so, yeah." Jessie laughed. "Ok, well. Bye any ways."
We all left and as we walked out, we were babbling non-stop all the way back.
When we got back mom was waiting to ask us a whole bunch of questions about how it went. We told her all about it and wee all went to bed. Jessie came in our room with us so we could chat about it. We were too awake so we waited for mom to go to sleep so she wouldn't like phone or come over then we left to roam the halls and explore the hotel. We were walking down the flights of stairs when we heard two people arguing in the lobby.
"Mr. Wright, I can not allow you to be so loud in the hotel. There are people sleeping."
"I will be as loud as I want. I am Tré fucking Cool."
We all looked at each other and snuck down the stairs to get a better look. A young hotel worker was standing about two feet from Tré. It was so awesome. He was in the same hotel as us! I looked at his shirt and nudged Jessie. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. He was wearing her nametag. She giggled a bit and looked away. Tré started walking towards the stairs,
"Run!" I whispered and we all scrambled up the stairs and into the closest door. We closed the door and pressed our ears up against it as we heard him pass us. We all sighed and laughed as we turned around, face to face with Billie Joe and Mike. We stopped laughing and I got that fluttery feeling in my stomach again.
"Hey, you were the girls from the show." Billie laughed.
"Yeah."
"What are you guys doing here?"
"Sleeping." I replied.
"Doesn't look like it to me." He laughed.
"Well, we were exploring. God."
'I can't believe I just said that.'
"Right." Mike laughed.
"Well, we have to go, back to our room now."
"Why? Can't you stay a bit longer?" I just stared, "Dude, we are annoying weirdo fans that you are supposed to sign autographs for, despite your dislike for them and then be on your way." I laughed but they didn't.
"Well, we just thought you guys would want to hang out for a while." I couldn't say anything, "But, I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine."
"Well, shit. I don't know." He laughed a bit.
"What?"
"You said shit."
"SO?"
"You're only thirteen."
"Ok then. We are gonna be on our way now. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow before you guys leave." Billie frowned, "I still don't know why you can't come hang out."
"Well, you know, we just can't. Our mom would give us so much shit."
"Well, just tell your mom you had to go because Green Day asked you to." He smiled.
"I guess it would be ok, if we didn't stay too late." He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the elevator. 'God, pinch me. I am dreaming.'
When we got to their hotel room and stopped outside the door. Mike put the key card into the door and it opened. They both walked in and looked at us expectantly.
"Are you gonna come in?"
"Um, yeah."
I stepped into the room; Jessie and Pam close behind me. I looked around, there were clothes strewn everywhere and the beds were already messed up.
"So what do you think?" Mike asked us. "A bit messy or what?" I laughed. They smiled. Billie flopped down on one of the beds and motioned for us to sit down. Jessie happily walked over and sat down on the other bed but Pam and I kind of hesitated. After a minute, Pam sat down beside Jessie and Mike sat on the other side of Jessie.
"Well, are you gonna sit down?" Billie asked me.
"Nah, I, I'm fine right here."
"Ok, what ever you say."
I saw him lean over to Mike and whisper something.
'Ok, then.'
"So what do you guys want to do?" Mike asked.
"Do you guys want something to drink?" Billie asked.
"We are only-"
"I know, you're too young, but we have more than alcohol you know." He laughed.
"So, do you want some thing no drink, or not?" Pam and Jessie nodded but I shook my head, no.
"Come on. Do you do anything?"
"No."
"Ok, then."
He leaned over and whispered to Mike again as before walking over to the small fridge and grabbing two cans of Pepsi.
"Trista, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jessie asked. I nodded and followed her out the door, motioning for Pam to follow. When we were all out and had closed the door Jessie turned to me, "Dude. What is your problem?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Because Billie keeps telling Mike that you must be 'anti-social' or something."
"What?"
"Yeah, because you are really distancing yourself from everyone and stuff."
"Well, I can't help being shy. He is Billie fucking Joe, I have had a crush on him for like four months, he is the famous lead singer of my favorite band and I just can't help feeling that way."
"Well, be more social because I really think he is getting annoyed."
"Whatever."
I walked back in and leaned against the wall, the other two followed and sat back down on the bed.
"What'd you guys talk about?" Billie asked, looking up from the TV.
"Nothing." I replied, meanly.
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing is my problem. I am just tired. I am going back to my room."
I opened the door and stormed down the hall, knocking into someone.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Hey, you're that chick from after the concert." I looked up to see Tré standing in front of me.
"Yeah, so?"
"Woah, what happened to you?"
"I am just a bit mad."
"Why?"
"Because my stupid sister and stupid Billie with his stupid him, ness. God. You know, I am just tired, leave it at that."
"Ok then. Do you want to come back to my room? We could talk."
"No, not unless you have your own room apart from Billie and Mike's."
"We all have our own rooms. Why do you think they have one room?"
"Because I was just there and my sister and Pam are there now."
"I see. So do you want to come to my room?"
"That sounds really wrong but sure."
I laughed and we walked down the hall way to his room.
"Hey." He said as we walked in. No one said anything. Mike stood up and walked over, "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" He asked Pam. "Uh, Trista. He is talking to me." He laughed, "And you two are?" Jessie stood there staring at Tré but I found my voice.
"Um, I'm Trista and this is Jessica and that's Pam."
"Cool. Nice to meet you all." He shook all of our hands. Billie stood up and walked over and held out a hand, I stood there staring for a second, thinking my knees would give in, before taking his hand. My stomach fluttered as he smiled at me. "Uh, Trista? I would really like my hand back." I dropped it and stood embarrassed for a second, "Sorry."
"It's ok." He moved onto Jessie and Pam. Pam looked like she would faint. Then Tré stood up and strolled over, "Hello, I would shake your hand but I haven't washed them yet." He flashed a smile at Jessie because she was practically drooling, "So, you want autographs? Pictures?" I nodded.
"Ok then. Do you guys talk, at all?" Mike laughed. "We talk. Ish." I replied, taking a quick glance at Billie.
"Ish? Why only Ish?"
"Nothing to talk about."
"Well where are you guys from?" The others and I exchanged looks. "Williams Lake." Pam managed to reply.
"Cool."
"Enough small talk, I wanna have my picture taken." Tré announced, wrapping his arm around Jessie's shoulders. She looked like she had a heart attack. He smiled down at her and looked back up.
"Who's got a camera?" I dug in my bag for mine and heard him say quietly to Jessie, "Hey, guess what."
"What?"
"I can suck my own." I saw her face turn red as he looked back up; "Hurry up over there." I stuck out my tongue and took out the camera.
"Ok come over here." I told them. They stood in front of me and smiled as I snapped the shot. Tré looked down at Jessie and noticed her nametag. "I want it!" He whined. She looked at it. "Ok." She gave it to him and he put it in his pocket.
"Oh, I wanna take a picture too." Mike laughed; dragging Pam by the hand over to the place Tré and Jessie had been standing.
"Cheese." He laughed as I took the picture. I smiled and opened my bag to put the camera away when Billie Joe stopped me, "Hey, you didn't get a picture."
"Nah, I don't want one."
"No, come on. I insist." He took my camera and tossed it to Mike as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I froze and almost keeled over as Mike took the picture.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Billie laughed before walking over and talking to Tré. I kind of stood there for a minute in shock. "So, now autographs." Mike laughed, taking out a Black felt pen. "Um, Pam and I, our shirts are black. Mr. Dirnt." He laughed a bit. "Don't call me mister. It makes me feel old. Just Mike is fine. And it's ok, we have silver, too." After they had all signed our shirts we turned to leave.
"Where you guys going?" Tré asked. "Um, back to the hotel." I answered.
"Why don't you guys come out for a drink with us?"
"Because we are only thirteen... "
"No fucking way."
"Yeah, Jessie is twelve." He stood shocked.
"Really?"
"Yeah. We have to, go. My mom is waiting for us back at the hotel." They came over and hugged us. (Me: *Keels over and DIES*)
"Nice meeting you guys, see you around." Billie smiled. God I love his smile. "Nah, I don't think so. We don't like hang out in Vancouver and you guys don't visit Williams Lake too much as far as I know so, yeah." Jessie laughed. "Ok, well. Bye any ways."
We all left and as we walked out, we were babbling non-stop all the way back.
When we got back mom was waiting to ask us a whole bunch of questions about how it went. We told her all about it and wee all went to bed. Jessie came in our room with us so we could chat about it. We were too awake so we waited for mom to go to sleep so she wouldn't like phone or come over then we left to roam the halls and explore the hotel. We were walking down the flights of stairs when we heard two people arguing in the lobby.
"Mr. Wright, I can not allow you to be so loud in the hotel. There are people sleeping."
"I will be as loud as I want. I am Tré fucking Cool."
We all looked at each other and snuck down the stairs to get a better look. A young hotel worker was standing about two feet from Tré. It was so awesome. He was in the same hotel as us! I looked at his shirt and nudged Jessie. Her eyes widened as she looked at him. He was wearing her nametag. She giggled a bit and looked away. Tré started walking towards the stairs,
"Run!" I whispered and we all scrambled up the stairs and into the closest door. We closed the door and pressed our ears up against it as we heard him pass us. We all sighed and laughed as we turned around, face to face with Billie Joe and Mike. We stopped laughing and I got that fluttery feeling in my stomach again.
"Hey, you were the girls from the show." Billie laughed.
"Yeah."
"What are you guys doing here?"
"Sleeping." I replied.
"Doesn't look like it to me." He laughed.
"Well, we were exploring. God."
'I can't believe I just said that.'
"Right." Mike laughed.
"Well, we have to go, back to our room now."
"Why? Can't you stay a bit longer?" I just stared, "Dude, we are annoying weirdo fans that you are supposed to sign autographs for, despite your dislike for them and then be on your way." I laughed but they didn't.
"Well, we just thought you guys would want to hang out for a while." I couldn't say anything, "But, I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine."
"Well, shit. I don't know." He laughed a bit.
"What?"
"You said shit."
"SO?"
"You're only thirteen."
"Ok then. We are gonna be on our way now. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow before you guys leave." Billie frowned, "I still don't know why you can't come hang out."
"Well, you know, we just can't. Our mom would give us so much shit."
"Well, just tell your mom you had to go because Green Day asked you to." He smiled.
"I guess it would be ok, if we didn't stay too late." He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the elevator. 'God, pinch me. I am dreaming.'
When we got to their hotel room and stopped outside the door. Mike put the key card into the door and it opened. They both walked in and looked at us expectantly.
"Are you gonna come in?"
"Um, yeah."
I stepped into the room; Jessie and Pam close behind me. I looked around, there were clothes strewn everywhere and the beds were already messed up.
"So what do you think?" Mike asked us. "A bit messy or what?" I laughed. They smiled. Billie flopped down on one of the beds and motioned for us to sit down. Jessie happily walked over and sat down on the other bed but Pam and I kind of hesitated. After a minute, Pam sat down beside Jessie and Mike sat on the other side of Jessie.
"Well, are you gonna sit down?" Billie asked me.
"Nah, I, I'm fine right here."
"Ok, what ever you say."
I saw him lean over to Mike and whisper something.
'Ok, then.'
"So what do you guys want to do?" Mike asked.
"Do you guys want something to drink?" Billie asked.
"We are only-"
"I know, you're too young, but we have more than alcohol you know." He laughed.
"So, do you want some thing no drink, or not?" Pam and Jessie nodded but I shook my head, no.
"Come on. Do you do anything?"
"No."
"Ok, then."
He leaned over and whispered to Mike again as before walking over to the small fridge and grabbing two cans of Pepsi.
"Trista, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jessie asked. I nodded and followed her out the door, motioning for Pam to follow. When we were all out and had closed the door Jessie turned to me, "Dude. What is your problem?"
"Nothing, why?"
"Because Billie keeps telling Mike that you must be 'anti-social' or something."
"What?"
"Yeah, because you are really distancing yourself from everyone and stuff."
"Well, I can't help being shy. He is Billie fucking Joe, I have had a crush on him for like four months, he is the famous lead singer of my favorite band and I just can't help feeling that way."
"Well, be more social because I really think he is getting annoyed."
"Whatever."
I walked back in and leaned against the wall, the other two followed and sat back down on the bed.
"What'd you guys talk about?" Billie asked, looking up from the TV.
"Nothing." I replied, meanly.
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing is my problem. I am just tired. I am going back to my room."
I opened the door and stormed down the hall, knocking into someone.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Hey, you're that chick from after the concert." I looked up to see Tré standing in front of me.
"Yeah, so?"
"Woah, what happened to you?"
"I am just a bit mad."
"Why?"
"Because my stupid sister and stupid Billie with his stupid him, ness. God. You know, I am just tired, leave it at that."
"Ok then. Do you want to come back to my room? We could talk."
"No, not unless you have your own room apart from Billie and Mike's."
"We all have our own rooms. Why do you think they have one room?"
"Because I was just there and my sister and Pam are there now."
"I see. So do you want to come to my room?"
"That sounds really wrong but sure."
I laughed and we walked down the hall way to his room.
