1,000 Hours, chapter 18
[Billie's point of view:]
A little while after Josh had left, Mike was already asleep next to me on the sofa. I looked out of the window. The story Josh had told us reminded me so much of my own and Tré's. "Damn, I wish you were here," I whispered. "Who?" I looked down at Mike who slowly opened his eyes. He didn't wait for an answer. "Aren't you gonna sleep?" he asked me. "I couldn't. I have to much on my mind." Mike nodded slowly. "Well, stop talking to yourself at least, cause whatever you do, I am going to sleep now." "Yeah," I said short. "Good night Mike."
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When the clock turned 06.00am, I was still not asleep. I was thinking bout the story Josh had told us some hour's ago, and it remind me of mine and Tré's, though I was kinda sceptic to admit to myself. "Stop thinking about Tré," I said to myself. I looked out of the window. The sun was rising. I smiled as I pushed my finger's trough Mike's hear. "I'm acting fucking gay," I though, but changed my mind. I was just bisexual.
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Around a week later we had our first L.A show, and it went better than expected. I introduced Josh, who'd replaced Tré while playing Minority, when I always introduced the band. After two hour's onstage, Jason F. was talking about 'brilliant show,' and 'brilliant drummer' and everything else that no one cared about.
[Mike's point of view:]
"So, how'd you think the show was?" I asked Josh. "Better than expected. I was a fucking wreck yesterday." he replied. "Why?" "I didn't even know what to wear," he said and rolled his eyes. "No problem for me," I smiled. "No, you're the man with no problem's Mike," Billie said and came out of nowhere. "Where'd you come from?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes. "From there," he said and pointed at the stage. "Oh," I replied and felt dumb. "When is our next show?" Josh asked Billie. "In six day's. Then you can't stay in your fucking wardrobe all day, alright?" was his reply. "Alright.." Josh said, looking confused. "Hey," a known voice said. I looked up on Joe Lindale, the bodyguard, who was standing in front of me. No one really knew why, but he was one of those who'd been really hard about loosing Tré. "Hi," I said and looked down at my shoes. "Still no sigh of him?" "Nope," I said, still looking at my shoes. "Why are you looking at your shoes?" he asked me. "No special reason really," I said and shook my head. Then looked at him. He nodded, and walked slowly over to The Jason's. I was going to leave to, but something stopped me. I turned around. I looked at the stage. The background had written something. So, I said to myself; "is this just in my head, or is it written 1,000 Hours there?"
A little while after Josh had left, Mike was already asleep next to me on the sofa. I looked out of the window. The story Josh had told us reminded me so much of my own and Tré's. "Damn, I wish you were here," I whispered. "Who?" I looked down at Mike who slowly opened his eyes. He didn't wait for an answer. "Aren't you gonna sleep?" he asked me. "I couldn't. I have to much on my mind." Mike nodded slowly. "Well, stop talking to yourself at least, cause whatever you do, I am going to sleep now." "Yeah," I said short. "Good night Mike."
***
When the clock turned 06.00am, I was still not asleep. I was thinking bout the story Josh had told us some hour's ago, and it remind me of mine and Tré's, though I was kinda sceptic to admit to myself. "Stop thinking about Tré," I said to myself. I looked out of the window. The sun was rising. I smiled as I pushed my finger's trough Mike's hear. "I'm acting fucking gay," I though, but changed my mind. I was just bisexual.
***
Around a week later we had our first L.A show, and it went better than expected. I introduced Josh, who'd replaced Tré while playing Minority, when I always introduced the band. After two hour's onstage, Jason F. was talking about 'brilliant show,' and 'brilliant drummer' and everything else that no one cared about.
[Mike's point of view:]
"So, how'd you think the show was?" I asked Josh. "Better than expected. I was a fucking wreck yesterday." he replied. "Why?" "I didn't even know what to wear," he said and rolled his eyes. "No problem for me," I smiled. "No, you're the man with no problem's Mike," Billie said and came out of nowhere. "Where'd you come from?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes. "From there," he said and pointed at the stage. "Oh," I replied and felt dumb. "When is our next show?" Josh asked Billie. "In six day's. Then you can't stay in your fucking wardrobe all day, alright?" was his reply. "Alright.." Josh said, looking confused. "Hey," a known voice said. I looked up on Joe Lindale, the bodyguard, who was standing in front of me. No one really knew why, but he was one of those who'd been really hard about loosing Tré. "Hi," I said and looked down at my shoes. "Still no sigh of him?" "Nope," I said, still looking at my shoes. "Why are you looking at your shoes?" he asked me. "No special reason really," I said and shook my head. Then looked at him. He nodded, and walked slowly over to The Jason's. I was going to leave to, but something stopped me. I turned around. I looked at the stage. The background had written something. So, I said to myself; "is this just in my head, or is it written 1,000 Hours there?"
