Can You Stand the Rain?, chapter 3
Peaches had gotten me ready and primped up for the concert around 6. 00 the next day. My thoughts clumped into one big brainstew every time I stopped occupying myself with something. Its not like I have never been to a Green Day concert, actually I went to a concert with "Justin" on our third date. Meeting them is something that I have ceased to accomplish.
The concert was going to be held at the Staple Centre in Berkely, so it wasn't going to be too long of a drive to get there. I've been to the Staple Centre a countless number of times, so the only thing I was looking forward to was Green Day.
I couldn't stop myself from sweating as Peaches and I waited for the limo that was going to pick me up and whisk me away to the concert. We were in the living room watching some sort of documentary on LOGO and talking about what Peaches was going to do while I was gone. Peaches said he is supposedly just going to relax with his current boytoy, Ronnie. Well thats what he said the last time I went out and now my coffee table won't stand strait. (a/n: get it lololol! )
7. 25 rolled around and I felt the flutters in my stomach. Peaches held my hand tight. " Remeber, if things go wrong, just call me. I have my cell on." he said, glancing at his watch. I squeezed his hand back." Thanks Peaches. Love ya Justin." I said, biting my lip to hold my laughter. "I love you too Rebecca Jenine."
He said. " Payback is a bitch." I said, laughing at my full name. He chuckled with me, but we stopped when the door bell rang." Omigod Peaches, is it him?" Peaches grabbed my other hand." Do you want me to answer it, just in case?" I shook my head. It was time to face the music, literally.
"Love ya Peahces." I said, giving him a hug. He hugged me back." Love you too. I have my fingers crossed." I bit my lip and scurried towards the door, grabbing my jacket and purse off of the coat rack. Without looking throught the peep hole, I opened the door.
I was disappointed when I saw Mr. Bales personal assistant, Lana. "Becca dah-ling, mymymy don't you look stunning. Mr. Bales is in the car, now lets go!" I shut the door as she pulled me out of the house and towards the big GREEN limo. Oh my God, I thought, the limo is green, that has to mean that Green Day is in there right?!?! Remeber try not to faint, you're a well respected, overly obessed 26 year old, don't blow it now. Oh god she's opening the door. She opened the door.
GODDAMMIT, disappointed twice in only two minutes, it was just Mr. Bales and his daughter, Myla.
"Rebecca dear its so nice of you to join us." Mr. Bales said, moving over to make room for me and Lana. Lana shut the door and the driver took off. "Rebecca this is my daughter Myla, Myla this is my assistant, Rebecca Williams." I leaned forward and shook Myla's hand. "I've talked to her on the phone a couple of times Dad. Its nice to finally put a face to a name." I smiled when she said Dad. It's sounded weird hearing the man I work for being called "Dad". "Thanks," I smiled." Same to you."
I started to hum "Under Pressure" by The Used and My Chemical Romance until Lana tapped me furiously on the shoulder. "Do you want a drink, Becca dahling?" she said, looking at me with her saucer eyes. I tried real hard not to laugh. "Um, yeah I'll take a coke." She pulled a coke out of the refridgerator behind her and her handed it to me. I took a sip, enjoying the cold drink go down my throat.
Mr. Bales continued to talk with Myla about her daughter, Kaila, as I listened without really listening. Half way through my coke, the limo stopped and the driver turned around in his seat. " We have reached our destination, Mr. Bales." Mr. Bales nodded. The driver got out of the car and came over to my side and opened my door. " Thank you." I said, stepping out of the limo. I looked around. The contruction on the Staple Centre was finaly done, and it looked pretty nice. A long line was forming outside of the Staples Centre Mr. Bales's balding head pooped out of the very green limo and shook hands with the driver. He put his hands on his hips. " Let's go my ladies." he said. I'm guessed this was a clue to hook arms with him, because Myla scurried over to him, locking her right arm with his left. I walked back over to Mr. Bales and hooked my arms with his. We walked into the Staples Centre through a door in the back down this long winding hallway with Lana in tow.
After walking for about two minutes, we came up to a big sign that said GREEN DAY PRACTICE AND DRESSING ROOMS <----- My heart pounded in my chest as we came up to a door that said MIKE DIRNT DRESSING ROOM. Mr. Bales looked at me. "Are you ready? I know this is new to you, I've heard your conversations with um, what's that young man's name, I believe you call him Peaches?" I blushed a deep dark red. I shook my head." Yeah, I'm ready." I thought of something sad, to get rid of my flushed face. I think I might have done the trick, because when Mr. Bales knocked on the door, MIKE DIRNT answered the door and stared at me like I had seven heads.
***Mike's POV***
I tried to to think of other things as I waited for my dad and his two special guests with my two bandmates in my dressing room. They were fighting over the remote for the t. V. Like they always do. I ignored their stupid antics and concentrated more on who my dad was bringing. I was pretty sure his worthless assistant Lana was coming along, I had prepared my self enough to steer clear away from her.
I had figured out that the first guest was probly going to be Myla or my Mom but I wasn't 100% sure. I couldn't take my mind off of the girl that my dad was bringing with him to our concert tonite. She was supposedly the second guest. Dad had shown me a picture of the girl from his office. He said she loved Green Day, and that she wanted to meet me. The picture I saw of her was really nice, pretty girl, medium height and gorgeous eyes. I didn't know what her name was, but I had a good feeling that her name was as pretty as she was.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I felt the remote hit me square in the forehead.
" Dammit, can you to asses please continue your sharades somewhere else?" I yelled at them. Billie looked at my fore head and then walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside. The was a lone frozen coke inside. Billie tossed it at Tre and he handed it to me. " Fuck Mike, we're sorry." Tre said. I put the coke can on my forehead. "Its fine, here, go away now." I said throwing the remote over at the other couch. Billie looked at Tre and Tre looked at Billie. They both dived for the remote, Billie swiped it first and Tre crashed into the couch. I laughed at their stupidity.
I looked at my watch. It read 7. 31. They would be coming along soon enough, and I was getting pretty impaitient. I guess its from hanging with Tre all the time, but some things do need to be sacraficed when you go on tour. I took the coke off of my forehead and felt around to see if there was a bump. Fortunately, there was no bump, but my head was sore. " Dumbasses." I whispered under my breath, rubbing my head. Someone knocked on the door finally, which made Billie Joe and Tre stop fighting. I got up off of the couch and opened the door and stood face to face with the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
**still Mike's POV**
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well I'd like to slap the person who said that, because they're full of shit. This girl was better than the picture, hell, that picture made her look half as good as she really was. I don't know who caught me stairing first, my sister or my father.
"Hey lover boy you're not going to say hi to your family and guests?" God, he can be so embarassing sometimes. "Hey dad what's up?" I said, kissing my dad on both of his cheeks and giving him a hug. I turned to my sister. "Mikey, come here little brother." she said pulling me closer to her. I winced as she kissed me on my forehead and when I pulled away, my dad had his arm around the girl. "Son, this is Rebecca Williams, Rebecca, this is my son Michael." I winced again, this time at the mention of my full name. I held out my hand. "Its nice to meet you, Mike." she said softly, shaking my hand. I guess she must of noticed how much I hated it when someone called me Michael." Same here." I said smiling.
I looked into her eyes. They were a dark brown, like pool of chocolate. I shook out of my stare and introduced Tre and Billie. Tre was actually polite, I made a mental note to thank him later. I looked over at Rebecca, who had been staring at me. Her eyes darted over to Lana when she caught me looking at her. Billie stood up and looked over at me. He sighed." We've got to get ready." I stood up and looked at Tre. He was in what looked like deep conversation with Rebecca, who was laughing at whatever he said. I kicked him lightly in the foot. " C'mon, we've got to get ready, show is in five." We said our goodbies to every one and walked out of my dressing room and down the hall way to the sound check room, where we found White and Freese, or the Jasons.
Tre elbowed me in the side. "Dude, Rebecca is hot. You're so lucky. I think she's into me." he whispered. " Shut the fuck up man, my dad brought her for me." Tre looked at me. I thought about what I just said. " Its not like that you dumbass, my dad's trying to set me up again." Tre laughed. "Yeah, sure that's what you want me to think." he said, as he walked up to his drum set. Charlie, my sound check guy, handed me my bass and a pick. " Your mic is fine you can leave."
Billie walked over to me as the sound check guys left me and went to fiddle with Tre. "What do you think about Rebecca?" he asked me. I shrugged." She's hot man, I don't know. I barely got two words to her before Tre started to hit on her." Billie chucked. "Yeah well while she was talking to Tre, she was looking at you dude, the whole fucking time." I blushed a little. "Seriously?" I asked him. " Dude she wouldn't even look at me, and I'm dead sexy."
We both laughed until Charlie came over. " Alright, you guys are all set up, knock 'em dead." Tre walked over with his sticks in his hands." You guys ready to kick some ass?" "Hell yes I am." Billie said. Charlie came back over. "My Chemical Romance is almost over, you guys have 2 minutes to get down to the stage." Billie nodded." Alright then lets go." Billie grabbed his guitar and beckoned the Jasons over. All five of us walked down the hallway and into the left stage wing.
My mind was still a little cluttered, mainly because my head still hurt, but I was thinking more about Rebecca and if she was really into Tre. I reassured myself that she probly wasn't. The the little people inside of my conscience had other ideas though, thus cluttering my head.
The Space Oddessy music started to play and Tre ran viciously on the stage. I ran on the stage and stood before I think a thousand screaming fans. I looked into the crowd, my eyes looking at the mosh pit below me, looking for Rebecca's face. My search was interrupted when Jason began to play the begining rif to American idiot. I took a deep breath, looked at Billie Joe, and began to play, still a little disappointed that I couldn't find Rebecca. I made sure that I didn't show it throughout the kick ass show we put on, which in the end... Was still pretty damn good.
The concert was going to be held at the Staple Centre in Berkely, so it wasn't going to be too long of a drive to get there. I've been to the Staple Centre a countless number of times, so the only thing I was looking forward to was Green Day.
I couldn't stop myself from sweating as Peaches and I waited for the limo that was going to pick me up and whisk me away to the concert. We were in the living room watching some sort of documentary on LOGO and talking about what Peaches was going to do while I was gone. Peaches said he is supposedly just going to relax with his current boytoy, Ronnie. Well thats what he said the last time I went out and now my coffee table won't stand strait. (a/n: get it lololol! )
7. 25 rolled around and I felt the flutters in my stomach. Peaches held my hand tight. " Remeber, if things go wrong, just call me. I have my cell on." he said, glancing at his watch. I squeezed his hand back." Thanks Peaches. Love ya Justin." I said, biting my lip to hold my laughter. "I love you too Rebecca Jenine."
He said. " Payback is a bitch." I said, laughing at my full name. He chuckled with me, but we stopped when the door bell rang." Omigod Peaches, is it him?" Peaches grabbed my other hand." Do you want me to answer it, just in case?" I shook my head. It was time to face the music, literally.
"Love ya Peahces." I said, giving him a hug. He hugged me back." Love you too. I have my fingers crossed." I bit my lip and scurried towards the door, grabbing my jacket and purse off of the coat rack. Without looking throught the peep hole, I opened the door.
I was disappointed when I saw Mr. Bales personal assistant, Lana. "Becca dah-ling, mymymy don't you look stunning. Mr. Bales is in the car, now lets go!" I shut the door as she pulled me out of the house and towards the big GREEN limo. Oh my God, I thought, the limo is green, that has to mean that Green Day is in there right?!?! Remeber try not to faint, you're a well respected, overly obessed 26 year old, don't blow it now. Oh god she's opening the door. She opened the door.
GODDAMMIT, disappointed twice in only two minutes, it was just Mr. Bales and his daughter, Myla.
"Rebecca dear its so nice of you to join us." Mr. Bales said, moving over to make room for me and Lana. Lana shut the door and the driver took off. "Rebecca this is my daughter Myla, Myla this is my assistant, Rebecca Williams." I leaned forward and shook Myla's hand. "I've talked to her on the phone a couple of times Dad. Its nice to finally put a face to a name." I smiled when she said Dad. It's sounded weird hearing the man I work for being called "Dad". "Thanks," I smiled." Same to you."
I started to hum "Under Pressure" by The Used and My Chemical Romance until Lana tapped me furiously on the shoulder. "Do you want a drink, Becca dahling?" she said, looking at me with her saucer eyes. I tried real hard not to laugh. "Um, yeah I'll take a coke." She pulled a coke out of the refridgerator behind her and her handed it to me. I took a sip, enjoying the cold drink go down my throat.
Mr. Bales continued to talk with Myla about her daughter, Kaila, as I listened without really listening. Half way through my coke, the limo stopped and the driver turned around in his seat. " We have reached our destination, Mr. Bales." Mr. Bales nodded. The driver got out of the car and came over to my side and opened my door. " Thank you." I said, stepping out of the limo. I looked around. The contruction on the Staple Centre was finaly done, and it looked pretty nice. A long line was forming outside of the Staples Centre Mr. Bales's balding head pooped out of the very green limo and shook hands with the driver. He put his hands on his hips. " Let's go my ladies." he said. I'm guessed this was a clue to hook arms with him, because Myla scurried over to him, locking her right arm with his left. I walked back over to Mr. Bales and hooked my arms with his. We walked into the Staples Centre through a door in the back down this long winding hallway with Lana in tow.
After walking for about two minutes, we came up to a big sign that said GREEN DAY PRACTICE AND DRESSING ROOMS <----- My heart pounded in my chest as we came up to a door that said MIKE DIRNT DRESSING ROOM. Mr. Bales looked at me. "Are you ready? I know this is new to you, I've heard your conversations with um, what's that young man's name, I believe you call him Peaches?" I blushed a deep dark red. I shook my head." Yeah, I'm ready." I thought of something sad, to get rid of my flushed face. I think I might have done the trick, because when Mr. Bales knocked on the door, MIKE DIRNT answered the door and stared at me like I had seven heads.
***Mike's POV***
I tried to to think of other things as I waited for my dad and his two special guests with my two bandmates in my dressing room. They were fighting over the remote for the t. V. Like they always do. I ignored their stupid antics and concentrated more on who my dad was bringing. I was pretty sure his worthless assistant Lana was coming along, I had prepared my self enough to steer clear away from her.
I had figured out that the first guest was probly going to be Myla or my Mom but I wasn't 100% sure. I couldn't take my mind off of the girl that my dad was bringing with him to our concert tonite. She was supposedly the second guest. Dad had shown me a picture of the girl from his office. He said she loved Green Day, and that she wanted to meet me. The picture I saw of her was really nice, pretty girl, medium height and gorgeous eyes. I didn't know what her name was, but I had a good feeling that her name was as pretty as she was.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I felt the remote hit me square in the forehead.
" Dammit, can you to asses please continue your sharades somewhere else?" I yelled at them. Billie looked at my fore head and then walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside. The was a lone frozen coke inside. Billie tossed it at Tre and he handed it to me. " Fuck Mike, we're sorry." Tre said. I put the coke can on my forehead. "Its fine, here, go away now." I said throwing the remote over at the other couch. Billie looked at Tre and Tre looked at Billie. They both dived for the remote, Billie swiped it first and Tre crashed into the couch. I laughed at their stupidity.
I looked at my watch. It read 7. 31. They would be coming along soon enough, and I was getting pretty impaitient. I guess its from hanging with Tre all the time, but some things do need to be sacraficed when you go on tour. I took the coke off of my forehead and felt around to see if there was a bump. Fortunately, there was no bump, but my head was sore. " Dumbasses." I whispered under my breath, rubbing my head. Someone knocked on the door finally, which made Billie Joe and Tre stop fighting. I got up off of the couch and opened the door and stood face to face with the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
**still Mike's POV**
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Well I'd like to slap the person who said that, because they're full of shit. This girl was better than the picture, hell, that picture made her look half as good as she really was. I don't know who caught me stairing first, my sister or my father.
"Hey lover boy you're not going to say hi to your family and guests?" God, he can be so embarassing sometimes. "Hey dad what's up?" I said, kissing my dad on both of his cheeks and giving him a hug. I turned to my sister. "Mikey, come here little brother." she said pulling me closer to her. I winced as she kissed me on my forehead and when I pulled away, my dad had his arm around the girl. "Son, this is Rebecca Williams, Rebecca, this is my son Michael." I winced again, this time at the mention of my full name. I held out my hand. "Its nice to meet you, Mike." she said softly, shaking my hand. I guess she must of noticed how much I hated it when someone called me Michael." Same here." I said smiling.
I looked into her eyes. They were a dark brown, like pool of chocolate. I shook out of my stare and introduced Tre and Billie. Tre was actually polite, I made a mental note to thank him later. I looked over at Rebecca, who had been staring at me. Her eyes darted over to Lana when she caught me looking at her. Billie stood up and looked over at me. He sighed." We've got to get ready." I stood up and looked at Tre. He was in what looked like deep conversation with Rebecca, who was laughing at whatever he said. I kicked him lightly in the foot. " C'mon, we've got to get ready, show is in five." We said our goodbies to every one and walked out of my dressing room and down the hall way to the sound check room, where we found White and Freese, or the Jasons.
Tre elbowed me in the side. "Dude, Rebecca is hot. You're so lucky. I think she's into me." he whispered. " Shut the fuck up man, my dad brought her for me." Tre looked at me. I thought about what I just said. " Its not like that you dumbass, my dad's trying to set me up again." Tre laughed. "Yeah, sure that's what you want me to think." he said, as he walked up to his drum set. Charlie, my sound check guy, handed me my bass and a pick. " Your mic is fine you can leave."
Billie walked over to me as the sound check guys left me and went to fiddle with Tre. "What do you think about Rebecca?" he asked me. I shrugged." She's hot man, I don't know. I barely got two words to her before Tre started to hit on her." Billie chucked. "Yeah well while she was talking to Tre, she was looking at you dude, the whole fucking time." I blushed a little. "Seriously?" I asked him. " Dude she wouldn't even look at me, and I'm dead sexy."
We both laughed until Charlie came over. " Alright, you guys are all set up, knock 'em dead." Tre walked over with his sticks in his hands." You guys ready to kick some ass?" "Hell yes I am." Billie said. Charlie came back over. "My Chemical Romance is almost over, you guys have 2 minutes to get down to the stage." Billie nodded." Alright then lets go." Billie grabbed his guitar and beckoned the Jasons over. All five of us walked down the hallway and into the left stage wing.
My mind was still a little cluttered, mainly because my head still hurt, but I was thinking more about Rebecca and if she was really into Tre. I reassured myself that she probly wasn't. The the little people inside of my conscience had other ideas though, thus cluttering my head.
The Space Oddessy music started to play and Tre ran viciously on the stage. I ran on the stage and stood before I think a thousand screaming fans. I looked into the crowd, my eyes looking at the mosh pit below me, looking for Rebecca's face. My search was interrupted when Jason began to play the begining rif to American idiot. I took a deep breath, looked at Billie Joe, and began to play, still a little disappointed that I couldn't find Rebecca. I made sure that I didn't show it throughout the kick ass show we put on, which in the end... Was still pretty damn good.
