When Billie Crashed His Car, chapter 4
When Billie Crashed His Car
I opened my mouth without words. My friends were staring at me again, also with their mouths partly open. Ok, this was the moment I was waiting for, I think since I have liked Green Day, more or less two months and a half (really!)
"Yeah, I'm here," I could only repeat.
"Ok, I know you're a fan of us so I was planning to meet you some day of the next week."
I WAS GONNA MEET GREEN DAY!
I couldn't think about other thing that moment. "Of course! When?!"
Billie seemed to be deciding when. "Maybe this Saturday, ok?"
"No problem! But where?" I said.
"Come to this hotel, what's the name? I can't remember but it is in front of a park, alright? Shut up Tre! And stop hitting yourself with the pan! Oh sorry. If you can't find the place just call me again. TRE! STOP RIPPING MIKE'S CLOTHES! Come more or less at 5 pm. Ok, I have to go cuz Tre is destroying the hotel's kitchen now. See ya 'til Saturday!" and the call finished. The best call in my life had just finished.
"So?" asked three little voices in my mind.
"Fantastic. I'm gonna meet the band. Oh yeah! It is gonna be the best day of my life!"
"When?" the stupid little voices sang.
"This Saturday at a hotel. Yeah baby!"
"Can we come?" then I realized that the stupid little voices were my own friends playing me a trick. I was like charmed with Billie's voice still ringing in my ears.
"Ok, of course! But please, don't mention anything about Good Charlotte or Simple Plan or about all the punk stuff. Just mention their names to criticize them badly, ok? And please don't say anything about bis!" I commanded them motherly.
"Alright!"
***
By Monday everybody in school knew that we were gonna meet Green Day. Seemed that my friends had spread the rumors throughout my fucking school. Girls asked me for some photos and autographs but boys were a little bit jealous. I don't know from whom; from us or from Green Day.
The week faded away slowly. I was even more and more bored at school. My brain just could think of Green Day and that Billie Joe was so hot.
Well, Friday was the worst day of the week. The seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours and hours like entire lives, (yeah, believe me). School finished and I warned my dear friends to remember the meeting we had planned with Green Day. And they, of course, didn't forget that.
***
I was gonna pick up my friends so I went going extremely early (and that's NOT a habit I have, I'm always late). The excited girls were ready to party. They were using clothes that I never have thought they wore. I was just wearing black jeans with a white blouse that said 'kiss me I'm punk' and a green tie. And, of course, my beloved black converse.
We got to the hotel (my dad was driving) and entered it (of course without my dad) and we saw them at a table waiting for us. They waved their hands to us and we got more nervous.
Green Day waving their hands to a group of four normal girls?!
I opened my mouth without words. My friends were staring at me again, also with their mouths partly open. Ok, this was the moment I was waiting for, I think since I have liked Green Day, more or less two months and a half (really!)
"Yeah, I'm here," I could only repeat.
"Ok, I know you're a fan of us so I was planning to meet you some day of the next week."
I WAS GONNA MEET GREEN DAY!
I couldn't think about other thing that moment. "Of course! When?!"
Billie seemed to be deciding when. "Maybe this Saturday, ok?"
"No problem! But where?" I said.
"Come to this hotel, what's the name? I can't remember but it is in front of a park, alright? Shut up Tre! And stop hitting yourself with the pan! Oh sorry. If you can't find the place just call me again. TRE! STOP RIPPING MIKE'S CLOTHES! Come more or less at 5 pm. Ok, I have to go cuz Tre is destroying the hotel's kitchen now. See ya 'til Saturday!" and the call finished. The best call in my life had just finished.
"So?" asked three little voices in my mind.
"Fantastic. I'm gonna meet the band. Oh yeah! It is gonna be the best day of my life!"
"When?" the stupid little voices sang.
"This Saturday at a hotel. Yeah baby!"
"Can we come?" then I realized that the stupid little voices were my own friends playing me a trick. I was like charmed with Billie's voice still ringing in my ears.
"Ok, of course! But please, don't mention anything about Good Charlotte or Simple Plan or about all the punk stuff. Just mention their names to criticize them badly, ok? And please don't say anything about bis!" I commanded them motherly.
"Alright!"
***
By Monday everybody in school knew that we were gonna meet Green Day. Seemed that my friends had spread the rumors throughout my fucking school. Girls asked me for some photos and autographs but boys were a little bit jealous. I don't know from whom; from us or from Green Day.
The week faded away slowly. I was even more and more bored at school. My brain just could think of Green Day and that Billie Joe was so hot.
Well, Friday was the worst day of the week. The seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours and hours like entire lives, (yeah, believe me). School finished and I warned my dear friends to remember the meeting we had planned with Green Day. And they, of course, didn't forget that.
***
I was gonna pick up my friends so I went going extremely early (and that's NOT a habit I have, I'm always late). The excited girls were ready to party. They were using clothes that I never have thought they wore. I was just wearing black jeans with a white blouse that said 'kiss me I'm punk' and a green tie. And, of course, my beloved black converse.
We got to the hotel (my dad was driving) and entered it (of course without my dad) and we saw them at a table waiting for us. They waved their hands to us and we got more nervous.
Green Day waving their hands to a group of four normal girls?!
