1,000 Hours, chapter 12

[Billie's point of view:]
Two days later I sat in a room with people who asked me question's. I answered as good as I could, even though I just almost was following. "I heard you've replaced Tré Cool. Why is that?" The question I'd waited for. I took a breath and started. "Cause we don't know where Tré is." I started. "Me and Mike should wish he was home, cause we need him. So if you are watching, then please come home. I beg you."

[Trè's point of view:]
I watched the interview trough. "Bullshit Bill." I said and shook my head. I would never come home. But I was gonna show 'em that I was better of without 'em.

[Mike's point of view:]
"Wow, I didn't expect that from you to be honest." I said when Billie came home. "I talked to Jason two day's ago." he said. I laughed. "And what did Jason said?" "That it was.." "Shut up Bill. I don't wanna hear it." "You asked for it." "Yes, I did. But I didn't asked for what he think's, I asked for what he said." "Nothing importaint really." Billie replied, looking in front of him. "Well, okey. But it seems importaint." "Do you think Tré is coming home now?" "Bill.. We've talked about this." "Yes, but that isn't enough. I wanna know what you really think." he said, now looking at me. "I think.. I think you already know." "Infact I don't." "Okey. Well, I think that... I think that you should go on in your life. You can't stay here thinking bout if Tré forever..." "So you mean he is not coming home? Ever?" "I am not sure. But if he's still out there somewhere then he probably will.." "You think so?" "I dunno. Don't ask me bout this Bill, cause I don't exactly know the answer's." "Then who know's 'em?" I swallowed. "I think Tré have the answer's.." "But he isn't here." "No.." I started. "And we had to replace him with this.. This.." "Josh." I finished for him. "When is our next band practise?" I asked. "Tomorrow. If this.. This Josh is gonna replace Tré then he need to know how to play drum's." I nodded. Then smiled.

***

The very next day I woke up early. I could hear Billie singing downstairs. "Wow, you're happy today." I said when I came down. "Yes, infact I am." "And why is that?" I said, smiling. "Because.. I am just happy, that's all." I smiled and though that maybe he finally got over Tré. "When are we going to the studio?" I asked. "At 14.00pm." Billie said happily.

[Josh's point of view:]
I went to the studio around 13.45pm that day. I knew I had to practise hard sinse I was gonna take Tré Cool's place. I read the line's again and again and again and practised at them so I wouldn't forget. It was lesser than two week's to the show's in L.A. Billie and Mike showed up at 14.15pm and we started practise.

***

"So what do you think about beeing in Green Day?" Jason asked me before I went home. "It's okey I guess.." "You guess?" "Yes. Okey, it's cool. But all my friend's are teasing and asking all the time." Jason laughed. "So we are the same at last." I smiled. "But where is their last drummer?" Jason stopped laughing. "Well.. That's a long story." he said lowly. "Well.. Sorry. I guess I shouldn't asked bout that." "No, it's okey." Jason said and smiled again. "But I am driving home now so.. See you." he said and went of. "Alright," I though as Mike came around the corner. "Hi," he said. "I wondered if you would join me home today. Billie is visiting his brother today and stuff.." "Yeah, sure." I said and smiled.

***

"So this is your place." I said when we were sitting in Mike's livingroom. "Yeah. A little messy I guess but.. It's nice." I nodded. "I am just going to the kitchen to make me some coffee.. You want something?" he asked. "No thank's." I replied. He went into the kitchen. I sat there for a while, just looking around the room. "What's this?" I mumbeled to myself and picked up a message. "In 1,000 Hours." I read. "Strange.." I said with a little laugh. Signed by Tré Cool. Their last drummer. "In 1,000 Hours?" I asked myself. "Whatever," I said and laid the message at the table.
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