Punk You, You Punking Punk!, chapter 8
Today we record, today we record, was the only thought that passed through Denny's mind. Denny made coffee, and woke up Gena. "What... Huh? It's 7:00 in the morning doofus I'm going back to sleep," Gena mumbled.
"Well you should get your lazy ass up cuz today WE RECORD!!" Denny yelled.
"Yeah that's great,"Gena said.
"Fine I'll go by myself,"Denny said.
"You do that,"Gena mumbled again.
"Get up!" This time Denny splashed water in Gena's face.
"Okay okay I'm up."
*At the recording studio*
The band walked into the studio and unpacked their instruments. "So are we ready to record?"
"Yeah we are," Denny replied. "Hey wait," Denny grabbed the ladies shirt. "Who are you?"
"I'm Adrienne Armstrong." That's who she was! I knew she seemed familiar.
"Hey Adie. Is this the band?" Another voice came into the room.
"Yeah. This is them." Denny spun around. The man walked towards Denny.
"Hi. You probably know who I am, judging by your shirt." The man pointed down to Denny's Green Day shirt.
"Yeah. You're Billie Joe Armstrong."
"I'm the son of rage and love. The Jesus Of Suburbia."
"Oh, that's my phone," Billie Joe said. He answered it, everyone could hear his conversation. "Again? No, seriously? Did he break anything? Fine I'll come!" He hung up the phone. He had a dissapointed look on his face.
"We can't record you today,"Billie said.
"Why not?" Denny asked.
"Well... Tre tackled this waffle guy at the waffle house, and he screamed 'Leggo My Eggo!'. Not good. He's been eating too many waffles, and watching too many commercials. He's been hospilatized. So I have to go sit by his bed, and confirm that it's him, I'm pretty sure that it is. He is one crazy bastard," Billie Joe muttered that last part.
"Can we come?"
"Sure, But your not teenies or anything right?"
"No."
"Okay but you do know that Tre can be REAL crazy right?"
"Yeah but when we met him I think he was actually on his meds."
"What do you mean 'when we met him'?" Billie Joe asked suspiciously.
"We helped him with his car." Denny pointed to Gena and herself.
"Oh so your those people that did that. Tre won't leave us alone about it. Sometimes we have to throw shoes at him to get him to shut up. He says that he wants to see you guys again."
"All the more reason for us to go," Denny said.
"Okay come on."
And they were off like a dirty sock! (hehe).
"Well you should get your lazy ass up cuz today WE RECORD!!" Denny yelled.
"Yeah that's great,"Gena said.
"Fine I'll go by myself,"Denny said.
"You do that,"Gena mumbled again.
"Get up!" This time Denny splashed water in Gena's face.
"Okay okay I'm up."
*At the recording studio*
The band walked into the studio and unpacked their instruments. "So are we ready to record?"
"Yeah we are," Denny replied. "Hey wait," Denny grabbed the ladies shirt. "Who are you?"
"I'm Adrienne Armstrong." That's who she was! I knew she seemed familiar.
"Hey Adie. Is this the band?" Another voice came into the room.
"Yeah. This is them." Denny spun around. The man walked towards Denny.
"Hi. You probably know who I am, judging by your shirt." The man pointed down to Denny's Green Day shirt.
"Yeah. You're Billie Joe Armstrong."
"I'm the son of rage and love. The Jesus Of Suburbia."
"Oh, that's my phone," Billie Joe said. He answered it, everyone could hear his conversation. "Again? No, seriously? Did he break anything? Fine I'll come!" He hung up the phone. He had a dissapointed look on his face.
"We can't record you today,"Billie said.
"Why not?" Denny asked.
"Well... Tre tackled this waffle guy at the waffle house, and he screamed 'Leggo My Eggo!'. Not good. He's been eating too many waffles, and watching too many commercials. He's been hospilatized. So I have to go sit by his bed, and confirm that it's him, I'm pretty sure that it is. He is one crazy bastard," Billie Joe muttered that last part.
"Can we come?"
"Sure, But your not teenies or anything right?"
"No."
"Okay but you do know that Tre can be REAL crazy right?"
"Yeah but when we met him I think he was actually on his meds."
"What do you mean 'when we met him'?" Billie Joe asked suspiciously.
"We helped him with his car." Denny pointed to Gena and herself.
"Oh so your those people that did that. Tre won't leave us alone about it. Sometimes we have to throw shoes at him to get him to shut up. He says that he wants to see you guys again."
"All the more reason for us to go," Denny said.
"Okay come on."
And they were off like a dirty sock! (hehe).
