Hold On, chapter 2
"You don't have family or friends or anything?" asked Billie completely forgetting about the message. "My uh...my parents died when I was uh...ten. It was a car crash. A semi was drunk driving.....same old story. I went to an orphanage. I stayed there for about two or three years. I hated it to death...so I ran away. Ever since I've been on my own...no friends or anything.
All I have is my guitar that I picked up from the trash, which I have no idea why anyone would fucking throw away, and a few other possessions."
"I guess I kind of know how you feel. My dad also died when I was ten...he died from cancer. I remember thinking the whole world was ending. And I guess it kind of was...I mean I was only ten. I kind of drowned in my own sorrow for about year. Closed myself off from the rest of the world. I eventually got my act together. Of course that's nothing compared to what you've been through."
"Really the only thing that's kept me going is my music. I don't know any notes, but I know how to play well...pretty damn well. I know a ton about music. Since I have nothing to do all day I've hung out in alley ways and watched TV in store windows and learned a lot about quite a few bands."
"Yeah, I love my music so much I dropped out of High School to pursue my career in music," said Billie," I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself my names..."
"I know who you are," said the stranger cutting him off. "Your Billie Joe Armstrong. Also know as the punk god." The stranger and Billie shared a smile.
"Uh...my name's Ali," said the girl. They both looked at each other, smiled, and looked down. "...It's getting pretty cold. Um...you want to come to my house? I could fix you some hot chocolate or um something," said Billie.
"Yeah, I would really love that," said Ali.
So they both stood up and Ali grabbed her guitar case she somehow found that had everything of hers in it. And they started off to Billie's house.
All I have is my guitar that I picked up from the trash, which I have no idea why anyone would fucking throw away, and a few other possessions."
"I guess I kind of know how you feel. My dad also died when I was ten...he died from cancer. I remember thinking the whole world was ending. And I guess it kind of was...I mean I was only ten. I kind of drowned in my own sorrow for about year. Closed myself off from the rest of the world. I eventually got my act together. Of course that's nothing compared to what you've been through."
"Really the only thing that's kept me going is my music. I don't know any notes, but I know how to play well...pretty damn well. I know a ton about music. Since I have nothing to do all day I've hung out in alley ways and watched TV in store windows and learned a lot about quite a few bands."
"Yeah, I love my music so much I dropped out of High School to pursue my career in music," said Billie," I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself my names..."
"I know who you are," said the stranger cutting him off. "Your Billie Joe Armstrong. Also know as the punk god." The stranger and Billie shared a smile.
"Uh...my name's Ali," said the girl. They both looked at each other, smiled, and looked down. "...It's getting pretty cold. Um...you want to come to my house? I could fix you some hot chocolate or um something," said Billie.
"Yeah, I would really love that," said Ali.
So they both stood up and Ali grabbed her guitar case she somehow found that had everything of hers in it. And they started off to Billie's house.
