1,000 Hours, chapter 19
[Josh's point of view:]
"You don't need to be a wreck again, the last show was wonderful," Ian said, five day's later, the day before the other L. A show. "I just have this feeling y'know," I replied. "What feeling?" "I.. I dunno. Just a weird feeling of something's gonna happen." "Oh, that feeling," he said and smiled. "Do you bother go get the newspaper for me?" "Do I have to?" I said sadly. "Ye-ah." Ian replied, reading the newspaper from yesterday. "Alright.." I said and went out side to pick it up. I looked at the frontpage. It was a picture from the last L. A show. "I didn't knew there was so many people," I said and laughed a bit. I looked at the picture again. "But.." I said, looking at one man. He looked just like Tré. "Joooosh?!" Ian yelled from the livingroom. "Are you coming soon?" "Yeah," I yelled back. I looked at the picture again. I couldn't find Tré, so I went inside and handed the newspaper to Ian.
[Billie's point of view:]
I looked in my mirror. I was damn nervous. For no reason. Today we were going to have our second L. A show. "Billie, are you coming?" Mike yelled from downstairs. "Do we have to have this show?" I replied. "Billie.. What are you talking about? Ofcourse we have to have this show." Mike yelled back. I could hear him come upstairs. "Come on Bill. It's just a show.. You've had thousands of them before." he said. "But it's different this time." "What's different?" "I dunno.. Maybe Tré." "We didn't have Tré on our last show either," Mike said. "Come on." "But I have this feeling.." I wispered. "What feeling?" Mike asked and looked at me. "I have this feeling about that.. Something's gonna happen." "Nothing's gonna happen Bill. Come on now." Mike replied. "Alright, I'm coming," I said. "Good," Mike said and went downstairs again.
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"Why are you nervous?" Mike asked me. "It's plenty of other band's before us." "I don't know," I said, unhappy. There was plenty of band's backstage, and we were playing the last show that night. "Maybe he just need to calm," Jason Freese said, and started one of this boring conversasion's of his. "Can he never shut up?" Josh wispered to me. "Does it look like it?" I replied and laughed. "What's so funny?" Jason F. Asked me. He looked weird confused, so I laughed even more. "That's so typical Tré humo.." Jason stopped. I stopped laughing. Josh stopped talking. Everything was silent again. "I think I'll just... Go outside." I said and went over to the door. "Billie.." Mike started. "Bye," I said and closed the door. Joe Lindale followed me. "Can't I be alone for a little while for Christ's sake?!" I asked him. He nodded slowly and started to walk back. I started to walk again, but stopped. "Holy.." I started and my green eyes started to blow with tear's. Tré was standing five meter's infront of me.
"You don't need to be a wreck again, the last show was wonderful," Ian said, five day's later, the day before the other L. A show. "I just have this feeling y'know," I replied. "What feeling?" "I.. I dunno. Just a weird feeling of something's gonna happen." "Oh, that feeling," he said and smiled. "Do you bother go get the newspaper for me?" "Do I have to?" I said sadly. "Ye-ah." Ian replied, reading the newspaper from yesterday. "Alright.." I said and went out side to pick it up. I looked at the frontpage. It was a picture from the last L. A show. "I didn't knew there was so many people," I said and laughed a bit. I looked at the picture again. "But.." I said, looking at one man. He looked just like Tré. "Joooosh?!" Ian yelled from the livingroom. "Are you coming soon?" "Yeah," I yelled back. I looked at the picture again. I couldn't find Tré, so I went inside and handed the newspaper to Ian.
[Billie's point of view:]
I looked in my mirror. I was damn nervous. For no reason. Today we were going to have our second L. A show. "Billie, are you coming?" Mike yelled from downstairs. "Do we have to have this show?" I replied. "Billie.. What are you talking about? Ofcourse we have to have this show." Mike yelled back. I could hear him come upstairs. "Come on Bill. It's just a show.. You've had thousands of them before." he said. "But it's different this time." "What's different?" "I dunno.. Maybe Tré." "We didn't have Tré on our last show either," Mike said. "Come on." "But I have this feeling.." I wispered. "What feeling?" Mike asked and looked at me. "I have this feeling about that.. Something's gonna happen." "Nothing's gonna happen Bill. Come on now." Mike replied. "Alright, I'm coming," I said. "Good," Mike said and went downstairs again.
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"Why are you nervous?" Mike asked me. "It's plenty of other band's before us." "I don't know," I said, unhappy. There was plenty of band's backstage, and we were playing the last show that night. "Maybe he just need to calm," Jason Freese said, and started one of this boring conversasion's of his. "Can he never shut up?" Josh wispered to me. "Does it look like it?" I replied and laughed. "What's so funny?" Jason F. Asked me. He looked weird confused, so I laughed even more. "That's so typical Tré humo.." Jason stopped. I stopped laughing. Josh stopped talking. Everything was silent again. "I think I'll just... Go outside." I said and went over to the door. "Billie.." Mike started. "Bye," I said and closed the door. Joe Lindale followed me. "Can't I be alone for a little while for Christ's sake?!" I asked him. He nodded slowly and started to walk back. I started to walk again, but stopped. "Holy.." I started and my green eyes started to blow with tear's. Tré was standing five meter's infront of me.
