When Green Day Meets An Angel, chapter 1
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
The instrumental began. Green Day was nearing the end of another brilliant show. Billie Joe ran off to the side of the stage to get his harmonica. He came back on and began his little solo bit. One of the crew people came to get it off him when he was done with it. Billie Joe took the microphone off the stand and walked forward with it.
"Everybody say Hey-O. C'mon!"
"Hey-O" the crowd repeated
"Hey-hey. C'mon!"
"Hey-hey."
"Hey- oh my god! Jason!" The rest of the band stopped and looked over at Jason who was on the floor looking like he was having an epilectic attack. Then his head started spasming. The audience was screaming as they watched Jason on the screen next to the stage. First aid people rushed onto the stage with a stretcher. They picked Jason up when suddenly the spasms stopped. Everyone went quiet.
"Arghhh!" Jason started screaming as his head started swelling up.
"Oh my god!" shrieked Tre, "his head is gonna explode!" He dropped his drumsticks and ran off to hide behind his drums. The crowd did the same and started trying to exit the arena. Billie Joe looked at Mike who had not yet looked away from Jason.
"Billie look." Mike said pointing at Jason. Billie looked, Jason's head was gone and was replaced with what looked like a cross between a crocodile's head and a cat's one. Billie Joe screamed like a little girl and fainted. He woke up about two minutes later he looked up and saw Mike running around in circles trying to get away from the thing that had taken over Jason's body. Billie then looked to his left and straight away met the eyes of a dead paramedic, whose face was missing a nose and was covered in blood. Once again Billie screamed and passed out. This time when he woke up he remembered to look to his right and was greeted with the exact same thing except this one was female.
"Argh!" he looked back to his left
"Argh!" right
"Argh!" he kept looking back and forth shrieking each time. He finally stood up and ran over to Tre's drum set and puked. He wiped his mouth then looked over at where Mike was laying still.
"Mike!" He raced over to his friend. "Mike are you alive? Talk to me!" Mike opened his eyes.
"Billie. Is it gone?" Billie looked around
"Yeh." He helped pull Mike up.
"Did you see where Tre ran?" Just then they heard coughing from behind the drums then Tre appeared. Covered in Billie's vomit.
"God dammit someone spewed all over me!" Billie Joe tried his best to look innocent.
"Billie Joe it was you!" Tre said pointing at him.
"What? No it wasn't."
"Yes it was, it's all over your shirt!" Billie looked down at his shirt, he had been wondering why his chest had seemed moist. He wasn't gonna admit it to Tre though.
"Oh geez, the person got me too!" He tried to act all upset. Tre walked over to him and slapped him across the head. "Don't bitch slap me bitch!" Tre and Billie started slapping eachother 'til Mike pulled them apart.
"Wait okay wait. Tre do you have any proof that it was Billie?"
"Yeh," said a cocky Billie, "do ya...punk?" Tre looked lost for a minute then smiled evily, raising his index finger. Mike looked shocked.
"Don't do it Tre." But it was too late. He had already wiped his finger in the puke and put it in his mouth. Mike and Billie both looked repulsed.
"Ha! I knew it was you Billie Joe, you're the only one who ate peanut butter and jelly today!"
"He does have a point Bill. So do you have anything you would like to say to Tre?" Mike asked him acting like a parent. Tre looked at Billie expectantly.
"Yes. I'm sorry Tre,"
"Thank-you Billie, I just hope tha-"
"Sorry that you have such a fat ass!" Billie stuck his tongue out and started to run away but fell over one of the bodies. "Dammit! Stupid corpses. Always in the way!" He stood up and ran off the stage. Mike, still shocked at Billie's little performance, turned to Tre who was trying to measure his butt.
"It's not that fat...is it Mike?" he asked worriedly. Mike shook his head
"C'mon Tre we've gotta work out what's wrong with Jason." Him and Tre started to walk off, casually stepping over the bodies.
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
The instrumental began. Green Day was nearing the end of another brilliant show. Billie Joe ran off to the side of the stage to get his harmonica. He came back on and began his little solo bit. One of the crew people came to get it off him when he was done with it. Billie Joe took the microphone off the stand and walked forward with it.
"Everybody say Hey-O. C'mon!"
"Hey-O" the crowd repeated
"Hey-hey. C'mon!"
"Hey-hey."
"Hey- oh my god! Jason!" The rest of the band stopped and looked over at Jason who was on the floor looking like he was having an epilectic attack. Then his head started spasming. The audience was screaming as they watched Jason on the screen next to the stage. First aid people rushed onto the stage with a stretcher. They picked Jason up when suddenly the spasms stopped. Everyone went quiet.
"Arghhh!" Jason started screaming as his head started swelling up.
"Oh my god!" shrieked Tre, "his head is gonna explode!" He dropped his drumsticks and ran off to hide behind his drums. The crowd did the same and started trying to exit the arena. Billie Joe looked at Mike who had not yet looked away from Jason.
"Billie look." Mike said pointing at Jason. Billie looked, Jason's head was gone and was replaced with what looked like a cross between a crocodile's head and a cat's one. Billie Joe screamed like a little girl and fainted. He woke up about two minutes later he looked up and saw Mike running around in circles trying to get away from the thing that had taken over Jason's body. Billie then looked to his left and straight away met the eyes of a dead paramedic, whose face was missing a nose and was covered in blood. Once again Billie screamed and passed out. This time when he woke up he remembered to look to his right and was greeted with the exact same thing except this one was female.
"Argh!" he looked back to his left
"Argh!" right
"Argh!" he kept looking back and forth shrieking each time. He finally stood up and ran over to Tre's drum set and puked. He wiped his mouth then looked over at where Mike was laying still.
"Mike!" He raced over to his friend. "Mike are you alive? Talk to me!" Mike opened his eyes.
"Billie. Is it gone?" Billie looked around
"Yeh." He helped pull Mike up.
"Did you see where Tre ran?" Just then they heard coughing from behind the drums then Tre appeared. Covered in Billie's vomit.
"God dammit someone spewed all over me!" Billie Joe tried his best to look innocent.
"Billie Joe it was you!" Tre said pointing at him.
"What? No it wasn't."
"Yes it was, it's all over your shirt!" Billie looked down at his shirt, he had been wondering why his chest had seemed moist. He wasn't gonna admit it to Tre though.
"Oh geez, the person got me too!" He tried to act all upset. Tre walked over to him and slapped him across the head. "Don't bitch slap me bitch!" Tre and Billie started slapping eachother 'til Mike pulled them apart.
"Wait okay wait. Tre do you have any proof that it was Billie?"
"Yeh," said a cocky Billie, "do ya...punk?" Tre looked lost for a minute then smiled evily, raising his index finger. Mike looked shocked.
"Don't do it Tre." But it was too late. He had already wiped his finger in the puke and put it in his mouth. Mike and Billie both looked repulsed.
"Ha! I knew it was you Billie Joe, you're the only one who ate peanut butter and jelly today!"
"He does have a point Bill. So do you have anything you would like to say to Tre?" Mike asked him acting like a parent. Tre looked at Billie expectantly.
"Yes. I'm sorry Tre,"
"Thank-you Billie, I just hope tha-"
"Sorry that you have such a fat ass!" Billie stuck his tongue out and started to run away but fell over one of the bodies. "Dammit! Stupid corpses. Always in the way!" He stood up and ran off the stage. Mike, still shocked at Billie's little performance, turned to Tre who was trying to measure his butt.
"It's not that fat...is it Mike?" he asked worriedly. Mike shook his head
"C'mon Tre we've gotta work out what's wrong with Jason." Him and Tre started to walk off, casually stepping over the bodies.
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