Green Day's New Drummer, chapter 1
Green Day's New Drummer
"SHIT! I'm late! I mean, later than usual!"
Yep. My car broke down a few blocks away from the recording studio where Green Day was practicing.
"Tre Cool does NOT walk," I screamed at the sky. I heard thunder in the distance, so I added,"But for right now, he will make an exception."
I jogged down Brokn Dreems rd, and turned the corner. As soon as I pulled the door open, I heard Billie's voice raging at me, like a million tigers. I was too tired to listen to him this time, besides, I knew what he was saying by heart. I plopped (He he. Plopped. He he.) myself on the stool behing the drums. Billie was in the middle of his rant, when I interrupted loudly,
"Can we just PLAY, dude? I'm here, aren't I?"
"Fine."
We started into 'The Grouch', and I messed up (on purpose of course) a shitload of times, before Billie got majorly pissed.
"Tre! Can you be a REAL drummer and quit playing like an asshole?"
When I heard this remark, I stormed out. I heard Mike say behind me,
"Billie, he has anger problems. He'll be back."
I ran to my house, which was 10 blocks from the recording studio, and stomped past Frankito and Ramona.
"Daddy? Are you ok?" Ramona asked me.
"I'm just having issues with the band, ok? Why don't you call Estelle or Britney?"
"Ok."
She bounced out, leaving me to stare at the ceiling. What was wrong with me?
*Recording Studio, Billie's POV*
"REPLACE HIM?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Rob tried to calm me down as I yelled in rage. Sure, Tre and I had arguements, every band does, but replace him?
"Billie Joe, the man's clearly imbalanced."
"But, he's my best friend!"
"That's what you think."
What the hell was he talking about? Of course Tre was one of my best friends.
"Watch this tape, and maybe it'll change your views on friendship."
I hesitated, but took the tape all the same. I walked out the door with Mike, who says he waited a half-hour. I wasn't listening to him about how he needed a new bass. I was too worried about Tre.
"SHIT! I'm late! I mean, later than usual!"
Yep. My car broke down a few blocks away from the recording studio where Green Day was practicing.
"Tre Cool does NOT walk," I screamed at the sky. I heard thunder in the distance, so I added,"But for right now, he will make an exception."
I jogged down Brokn Dreems rd, and turned the corner. As soon as I pulled the door open, I heard Billie's voice raging at me, like a million tigers. I was too tired to listen to him this time, besides, I knew what he was saying by heart. I plopped (He he. Plopped. He he.) myself on the stool behing the drums. Billie was in the middle of his rant, when I interrupted loudly,
"Can we just PLAY, dude? I'm here, aren't I?"
"Fine."
We started into 'The Grouch', and I messed up (on purpose of course) a shitload of times, before Billie got majorly pissed.
"Tre! Can you be a REAL drummer and quit playing like an asshole?"
When I heard this remark, I stormed out. I heard Mike say behind me,
"Billie, he has anger problems. He'll be back."
I ran to my house, which was 10 blocks from the recording studio, and stomped past Frankito and Ramona.
"Daddy? Are you ok?" Ramona asked me.
"I'm just having issues with the band, ok? Why don't you call Estelle or Britney?"
"Ok."
She bounced out, leaving me to stare at the ceiling. What was wrong with me?
*Recording Studio, Billie's POV*
"REPLACE HIM?!?!?!?!?!?!"
Rob tried to calm me down as I yelled in rage. Sure, Tre and I had arguements, every band does, but replace him?
"Billie Joe, the man's clearly imbalanced."
"But, he's my best friend!"
"That's what you think."
What the hell was he talking about? Of course Tre was one of my best friends.
"Watch this tape, and maybe it'll change your views on friendship."
I hesitated, but took the tape all the same. I walked out the door with Mike, who says he waited a half-hour. I wasn't listening to him about how he needed a new bass. I was too worried about Tre.
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