Death at the concert (well nearly!), chapter 2
BILLIE JOE'S POV
As I was waiting to get on that stage, I felt a strange feeling. Like, you know, being a bit scared. What if what Mike said was true? Then I would die. And to all those girls who like me. And the band. What's Green Day without me? Mike's words ran through my head "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" I started shaking.
"Man are you okay?" asked Tre, tapping my shoulder.
"Yeah"
"Coz" you look like you need to sit down" he stared at me. "Is it Adrienne?"
"Yea... No. I DON'T KNOW!" I collapsed into tears. Mike strode up to us.
"Guys, we are on stage in 5 minutes" Mike glanced at me. "I see you"re sorry for giving me a hard time..."
"NOOOO!" I shouted. "No I mean," I calmed down. "It isn't that I'm not sorry, but Guys, my death is in about 4 minutes."
Tre spat out his drink all over the floor." Billie Joe Armstrong, you don't really believe that, do you?"
"Well, I dunno" I said quietly, wiping my eyes. "I really don't know"
ALEX"S POV
I was so lonely. I looked like a total dork. I was just sitting there by myself. I lay backin my scarlet chair and waited. No-one to talk to during the wait. Stupid support band. Anyone who likes Green Day would really love a pack of teenage girls in stupid high soprano voices sounding like strangled cats. Then I spotted Billie Joe, Tre and Mike walking on the stage. "Hi everyone!" shouted Billie Joe. "Hi!" we all shouted back. "First we are gonna sing Welcome to Paradise, because that"s where you are!" We all started screaming. That was when it happened.
BILLIE JOE"S POV
I strode onto the stage like nothing was bothering me. I decided to act normal. "Hi everyone!" I yelled. They all responded "Hi!". They sounded so happy. Unlike me. "First we are gonna sing Welcome To Paradise, because that's where you are!" Out the corner of my eye I saw a man bending down. Getting something out his bottle. "I thought drinks weren't allowed" I muttered as Tre started to play. Then I saw what he was getting out the bottle. A gun. "Die Billie Joe Armstrong!" he yelled and fired.
As I was waiting to get on that stage, I felt a strange feeling. Like, you know, being a bit scared. What if what Mike said was true? Then I would die. And to all those girls who like me. And the band. What's Green Day without me? Mike's words ran through my head "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" "She's sent a maniac to try and murder you" I started shaking.
"Man are you okay?" asked Tre, tapping my shoulder.
"Yeah"
"Coz" you look like you need to sit down" he stared at me. "Is it Adrienne?"
"Yea... No. I DON'T KNOW!" I collapsed into tears. Mike strode up to us.
"Guys, we are on stage in 5 minutes" Mike glanced at me. "I see you"re sorry for giving me a hard time..."
"NOOOO!" I shouted. "No I mean," I calmed down. "It isn't that I'm not sorry, but Guys, my death is in about 4 minutes."
Tre spat out his drink all over the floor." Billie Joe Armstrong, you don't really believe that, do you?"
"Well, I dunno" I said quietly, wiping my eyes. "I really don't know"
ALEX"S POV
I was so lonely. I looked like a total dork. I was just sitting there by myself. I lay backin my scarlet chair and waited. No-one to talk to during the wait. Stupid support band. Anyone who likes Green Day would really love a pack of teenage girls in stupid high soprano voices sounding like strangled cats. Then I spotted Billie Joe, Tre and Mike walking on the stage. "Hi everyone!" shouted Billie Joe. "Hi!" we all shouted back. "First we are gonna sing Welcome to Paradise, because that"s where you are!" We all started screaming. That was when it happened.
BILLIE JOE"S POV
I strode onto the stage like nothing was bothering me. I decided to act normal. "Hi everyone!" I yelled. They all responded "Hi!". They sounded so happy. Unlike me. "First we are gonna sing Welcome To Paradise, because that's where you are!" Out the corner of my eye I saw a man bending down. Getting something out his bottle. "I thought drinks weren't allowed" I muttered as Tre started to play. Then I saw what he was getting out the bottle. A gun. "Die Billie Joe Armstrong!" he yelled and fired.
