Billie Joe and Adie...A Bond That Will Rock On Forever!, chapter 15
It had been 2 months since Green Day has set off on their first European tour and they had to admit that they were in love with the place. They liked the beer, the Food, the venues and most of all the people.
"Only 3 more gigs then we've gotta head back to Cali..." sighed Mike, attempting to cut his toenail's inside the crowded, dark and rackety horse Trailor.
"Yup! I guess so." Replied Tre sharply "Its been good though, lots of fun.... ummm... actually weird memories."
Shaun, their friend who had been keeping them company on their 'Whisk of Europe' was driving the beaten up Citron that heaved the horse trailor along.
Billie was fast asleep, in the back of the van amongst Tre's Drum kit. They had just flown in from Germany to England and were racing along the M5 to Wigan for a gig at some stuffy cricket club. Tre yawned lazily and poked Billie with a toothbrush that was he picked up of the floor amongst the crumbs and cigarette butts, Billie jerked up and hit his head on the top of the Trailor.
"Awwww shit Tre, why did ya wake me? You know how cranky I get if i havn't had my sleep and its what... 3:00am IN THE FUCKIN MORNING OR SOMETHING?" Groaned Billie rubbing his head.
"Cause, we're all packed in here like sardines in a tin and your lying on your butt, takin up all the space." Interuppted Mike.
"Very Horny sardines," Added Tre.
The van volted over a bump in the road and Billie flew up and hit the metal roof again. "FUCK!!!," he screamed, grabbing a pillow and sandwiching it between his head and the van roof. Mike and Tre laughed but Billie simply groaned and closed his eyes.
"You look like your meditating or something!" Laughed Tre. Billie lifted one eye open and gave Tre an evil look, Te let out a slow whistle and tried to back away. The only light in the pitch black trailor was a torch that Mike was using to read a newspaper he'd picked up at the airport. And typically at that moment the battery ran out. Damn...
The rest of the journey was spent in the dark with Tre making weird sex noises while Mike and Billie tries to get some shut eye. There were no windows in the trailor so the guys couldn't tell wether it was daylight or still night, all they knew was that it was a LONG ride.
Tre eventually nodded off and about 2 hours later the metal back of the trailor lifted up making a noice like thunder. The peircing early morning light beamed on the guys.
"jee-sus," moaned Mike sheilding his eyes with the back of his hand. Tre was more alert, he jumped out the van quickly.
"I'M FREE!!!!" he screamed leaping about. Billie picked up blue and clambered out out it after Tre.
"Awesome, so this is england???" pondered Billie, looking around at all the green feilds.
They found themselves on a cricket feild in the countryside. Mike let out a low whistle.
"Errrr, you sure we're actually meant to be parked out the actual turf?" he said.
"Why not?" answered shaun. He had really heavy bags under his eyes and his hair was everyhere! They all quietly strolled into the pub where they were to perform. It was decorated with tinsle and glittery snowflakes, but at the far end of the bar were some guys drinkingand setting up their equiptment.
"Hey," shouted Billie to the men and woman, they all looked up from their drinks and gestured them to come over. Tre confidently made his was over with Billie, Mike and Shaun following after him a little shyer.
"So I guess your the band we're playing with tonight!?" smiled Tre putting out his hand to greet them.
"And I take it you those Americans??" Replied a large man with hair tied back into a ponytail.
"Yup!"
"Cool mate! happy Crimbo for tomorrow!"
He got up from the bar and hugged all the guys, he smelled strongly of whiskey and had a very strong accent.
"What? its christmas tomorrow? No Way! I guess you sort of lose track of the days when your touring? You drinking, umm ins't it 7:00am or something?"
"Nope, more like 7:00pm! you guys are seriously late, we're playin in 2 hours!"
"Shit.. errr, Shaun, how the fuck did it take us 8 hours to drive from London to Wigan?" said Mike a bit angrily.
"Okay, okay i got a bit lost!"
The show went really well, both bands performed great, despite only an audience of 50 people. But the real fun started when green day decided to do a little chirstmas skit, with Tre Cool dressed up as the virgin mary and shaun as jesus, Mike was the narrator and one of the people from the other band was an anorexic santa clause and so on.... The audience left happy and excitedwhile Billie joined the english band and girlfriends back stage with a video camera. They chatted, Tre and Mike were somewhere else so Billie told the brits about america and stuff. The big guy with long hair offered Billie a cigarette.
"No thanks I don't smoke," passed Billie. Him and Adrienne had decided to quit together when they were in Mineapollis. Suddenly Billie thought... ADRIENNE! He had completely lost touch with her and forgotten, all of a sudden his mind wondered off to thinking what she had been doing for the last 5 months.
"Eh Up! Lets see ya tat's then?" continued the stoned guy as he interupted Billie thoughts of his ex-girlfriend. Billie laughed and revealed all his tatoo's to the posse....
He got to his stomach and lifted up his shirt...
"What does that say?" Slurred the people.
"80"
"You mean like the number? why have ya got that ?"
"Oh its a girl." said Billie losing the enthusiastic feeling in his voice. "80 is kindda like a nickname."
"She a girlfriend or something?" continued the drunk guy not realising that thus topic was making Billie feel lousy.
"Well, she was, we had to break up because of long distance and blah blah... you know?" rushed Billie quickly changing the subject. They were flying back to Cali next week, was he gonna call her ?
"Only 3 more gigs then we've gotta head back to Cali..." sighed Mike, attempting to cut his toenail's inside the crowded, dark and rackety horse Trailor.
"Yup! I guess so." Replied Tre sharply "Its been good though, lots of fun.... ummm... actually weird memories."
Shaun, their friend who had been keeping them company on their 'Whisk of Europe' was driving the beaten up Citron that heaved the horse trailor along.
Billie was fast asleep, in the back of the van amongst Tre's Drum kit. They had just flown in from Germany to England and were racing along the M5 to Wigan for a gig at some stuffy cricket club. Tre yawned lazily and poked Billie with a toothbrush that was he picked up of the floor amongst the crumbs and cigarette butts, Billie jerked up and hit his head on the top of the Trailor.
"Awwww shit Tre, why did ya wake me? You know how cranky I get if i havn't had my sleep and its what... 3:00am IN THE FUCKIN MORNING OR SOMETHING?" Groaned Billie rubbing his head.
"Cause, we're all packed in here like sardines in a tin and your lying on your butt, takin up all the space." Interuppted Mike.
"Very Horny sardines," Added Tre.
The van volted over a bump in the road and Billie flew up and hit the metal roof again. "FUCK!!!," he screamed, grabbing a pillow and sandwiching it between his head and the van roof. Mike and Tre laughed but Billie simply groaned and closed his eyes.
"You look like your meditating or something!" Laughed Tre. Billie lifted one eye open and gave Tre an evil look, Te let out a slow whistle and tried to back away. The only light in the pitch black trailor was a torch that Mike was using to read a newspaper he'd picked up at the airport. And typically at that moment the battery ran out. Damn...
The rest of the journey was spent in the dark with Tre making weird sex noises while Mike and Billie tries to get some shut eye. There were no windows in the trailor so the guys couldn't tell wether it was daylight or still night, all they knew was that it was a LONG ride.
Tre eventually nodded off and about 2 hours later the metal back of the trailor lifted up making a noice like thunder. The peircing early morning light beamed on the guys.
"jee-sus," moaned Mike sheilding his eyes with the back of his hand. Tre was more alert, he jumped out the van quickly.
"I'M FREE!!!!" he screamed leaping about. Billie picked up blue and clambered out out it after Tre.
"Awesome, so this is england???" pondered Billie, looking around at all the green feilds.
They found themselves on a cricket feild in the countryside. Mike let out a low whistle.
"Errrr, you sure we're actually meant to be parked out the actual turf?" he said.
"Why not?" answered shaun. He had really heavy bags under his eyes and his hair was everyhere! They all quietly strolled into the pub where they were to perform. It was decorated with tinsle and glittery snowflakes, but at the far end of the bar were some guys drinkingand setting up their equiptment.
"Hey," shouted Billie to the men and woman, they all looked up from their drinks and gestured them to come over. Tre confidently made his was over with Billie, Mike and Shaun following after him a little shyer.
"So I guess your the band we're playing with tonight!?" smiled Tre putting out his hand to greet them.
"And I take it you those Americans??" Replied a large man with hair tied back into a ponytail.
"Yup!"
"Cool mate! happy Crimbo for tomorrow!"
He got up from the bar and hugged all the guys, he smelled strongly of whiskey and had a very strong accent.
"What? its christmas tomorrow? No Way! I guess you sort of lose track of the days when your touring? You drinking, umm ins't it 7:00am or something?"
"Nope, more like 7:00pm! you guys are seriously late, we're playin in 2 hours!"
"Shit.. errr, Shaun, how the fuck did it take us 8 hours to drive from London to Wigan?" said Mike a bit angrily.
"Okay, okay i got a bit lost!"
The show went really well, both bands performed great, despite only an audience of 50 people. But the real fun started when green day decided to do a little chirstmas skit, with Tre Cool dressed up as the virgin mary and shaun as jesus, Mike was the narrator and one of the people from the other band was an anorexic santa clause and so on.... The audience left happy and excitedwhile Billie joined the english band and girlfriends back stage with a video camera. They chatted, Tre and Mike were somewhere else so Billie told the brits about america and stuff. The big guy with long hair offered Billie a cigarette.
"No thanks I don't smoke," passed Billie. Him and Adrienne had decided to quit together when they were in Mineapollis. Suddenly Billie thought... ADRIENNE! He had completely lost touch with her and forgotten, all of a sudden his mind wondered off to thinking what she had been doing for the last 5 months.
"Eh Up! Lets see ya tat's then?" continued the stoned guy as he interupted Billie thoughts of his ex-girlfriend. Billie laughed and revealed all his tatoo's to the posse....
He got to his stomach and lifted up his shirt...
"What does that say?" Slurred the people.
"80"
"You mean like the number? why have ya got that ?"
"Oh its a girl." said Billie losing the enthusiastic feeling in his voice. "80 is kindda like a nickname."
"She a girlfriend or something?" continued the drunk guy not realising that thus topic was making Billie feel lousy.
"Well, she was, we had to break up because of long distance and blah blah... you know?" rushed Billie quickly changing the subject. They were flying back to Cali next week, was he gonna call her ?
