Blue Crush Is Our Name...And Don't You Fucking Wear It Out, chapter 18
FLASHBACK<br />
I rolled over and he put his arms around me. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. END OF FLASHBACK!!
<p>I woke up the next morning, feeling alot better than I had the night before. I noticed that Mike wasn't beside me, so I figured he must be up. I walked downstairs and found a note on the counter. I skimmed through it...something about him being at Tre's or something. I'm kinda stupid in the morning before I have some coffee. Well, I'm stupid all the time, but even more in the morning. I got some coffee and sat down on the couch.<br />"This is soooo boring" I thought to myself.<br />I decided to go downstairs and play the drums for awhile, since I've wanted to play the drums since I was 2. I played for a couple hours, and I finally heard the front door open. I walked upstairs to find Mike standing there with Billie Joe and the rest of my band.<br />"Hey guys. What are you all doing here?"<br />"We have to discuss your upcoming record. And we decided to do that now. Is that ok?" Billie said.<br />"Yup, that's fine."<br />
"Ok then. Let's go sit down or something."<br />We all went and sat in the living room and talked for a long time. We decided on calling our record Bush Needs To Burn, after our song, which we decided was gonna be our first single.<br />"Sounds good to me."<br />"Yea, us too." Billie, Mike and the rest of my band said.<br />"Oh shit. I meant to tell you guys, you guys are gonna start recording tomorrow, because next week was completely booked." Billie said.<br />"That's fine. I'd record now even."<br />"Cool. So we'll see you guys tomorrow at noon at 880 Studios."<br />"Thanks alot Bill. See you later."
After our discussion, Billie left, but the rest of my band stayed and hung out for awhile.</p>
<p>"Wanna jam for a bit?" Ian asked<br />"Sure why the hell not."<br />
We all went downstairs and played for awhile. At 11, we all went back upstairs.<br />"Guys, sorry but I'm kicking you out. I'm tired and I'm going to bed." I said.<br />"Yea me too." said Mike.<br />"Ok children, don't have too much fun." Ian said.<br />"Ian. Shut up, you dumbfuck."
So I kicked the rest of my band out, and Mike and I went to bed. We were both completely drained.</p>
<p>I woke up the next morning, totally psyched to go to the studio.<br />"WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Recording day!!" I yelled<br />"What the hell?" Mike said, after waking up to my yelling.<br />"We're going to the fuckin' studio today Mikey!!! WOOOOOO!!"<br />"Damn, you're hyper. Fuck! You're gonna be even worse after you drink some coffee!"<br />"HA! Mike, you're officially screwed!"<br />"Yup, I know."<br />
We both got up, and went downstairs to grab some coffee.<br />"Nothing's better than a cup of coffee in the morning." I said.<br />"Not even a kiss from me?"<br />"Hmm...that's a tough one..."<br />"Hah. Are you hungry?"<br />
"Nope, not really. I can just get something at Tim Horton's later. Fuck! There's no Timmy's here! I miss Timmy's!"<br />"Timmy's...it's that coffee place in Canada right?"<br />"Yup, it's my all time favorite. I love Timmy's to death. Well, I guess I'll have some toast or something."<br />So after having my mini-spaz over Tim Horton's not being in the States, I ate some toast, got dressed and we both hopped in Mike's car.<br />"How far is 880 from here?" I asked him.<br />
"About an hour."<br />"Ok, do you have any cd's in here?"<br />"Yup, in the little compartment thingy down there." Mike answered, pointing to the little compartment by my feet.<br />We finally decided on In Your Honour by the Foo Fighters.<br />"They're an awesome band. I like their older stuff better though." I said.<br />"Yup, me too. They're nice guys too."<br />"You've met them?"<br />"Yea, loads of times at award shows and shit."<br />"Oh, riiiight. Stupid me."<br />"Yup."<br /> "Shut up Mike!"<br />"Ok fine. Be that way." Mike said, pretending to sulk.<br />"You're so immature Mike. Jeez!"<br />
"No one beats you in immaturity Sheebs."<br />"True, very true."
After our little, pointless argument, we finally made it to 880.</p>
<p>"Woohooo!! We're finally here!!" I yelled before jumping out of the car.<br />
"Oww fuck! I nailed my head on the doorframe!" I yelled.
I put my hand up to my head to find that it was bleeding a tiny bit, and a massive bump was forming.<br />
"Shelby, are you ok?" Mike asked me, while walking towards me.<br />
"Yea, my head's a little sore, but I'll live." I replied.
Mike put his hand on the part of my head that I nailed on the car, and I winced.<br />"Oww, motherfucker." I said.<br />"Oh, sorry."<br />
"Eh, no worries. I'm just gonna lie down for a few minutes when we get inside. Then I'll be fine."<br />"Ok, sure."
We walked inside, and made our way to Studio B.<br />"Hey guys." I said as we walked inside.<br />"Hey Shelby, hey Mike. What happened to your head?" Ian said<br />"Oh, haha. I jumped out of the car when we got here, and nailed it on the doorframe."<br />"Well, that was smooth. That sounds exactly like something you would do. Nail your head on a stupid dorrframe. Eesh."<br />
"Hey! You try jumping out of a car when you've just had about 4 or 5 cups of coffee and you're extremely excited on top of that." I replied.<br />
"Are you going to be able to play?" Jaymie asked.<br />"Yup, I'm just gonna lie down for a few minutes."<br />I layed down on the couch, and accidentally fell asleep.</p>
<p>"Hey, wake up." I awoke hearing someone say that, and being nudged in the shoulder.<br />"What?"<br />"You fell asleep. You don't look so good. I think we should come back tomorrow." Mike and Billie said.<br />
"But won't that screw up the schedule and stuff?"<br />"Well, your health is more important than one recording day. Go home and get some rest." Billie said.<br />
"Ok, we'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye!" Mike and I said as we left 880.<br />
"Figures, leave it up to me to fuck up our schedule."<br />
"Shelbs, there's nothing you can do about it. Just relax and have a nap on the way home." Mike said.<br />
"Ok, I'll take you up on that offer."<br />In a couple minutes at the most, I fell asleep. The last thing I remember hearing was the end of Times Like These by the Foo Fighters.</p>
<p>I awoke about an hour later, in Mike's arms.<br />"What's going on?" I asked sleepily."<br />"Shh, go back to sleep."<br />"Ok."
Well, from what I assume, after that 30-second long conversation, Mike took me upstairs and put me to bed. I was already asleep, so I have no idea what happened after that.</p>
I rolled over and he put his arms around me. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. END OF FLASHBACK!!
<p>I woke up the next morning, feeling alot better than I had the night before. I noticed that Mike wasn't beside me, so I figured he must be up. I walked downstairs and found a note on the counter. I skimmed through it...something about him being at Tre's or something. I'm kinda stupid in the morning before I have some coffee. Well, I'm stupid all the time, but even more in the morning. I got some coffee and sat down on the couch.<br />"This is soooo boring" I thought to myself.<br />I decided to go downstairs and play the drums for awhile, since I've wanted to play the drums since I was 2. I played for a couple hours, and I finally heard the front door open. I walked upstairs to find Mike standing there with Billie Joe and the rest of my band.<br />"Hey guys. What are you all doing here?"<br />"We have to discuss your upcoming record. And we decided to do that now. Is that ok?" Billie said.<br />"Yup, that's fine."<br />
"Ok then. Let's go sit down or something."<br />We all went and sat in the living room and talked for a long time. We decided on calling our record Bush Needs To Burn, after our song, which we decided was gonna be our first single.<br />"Sounds good to me."<br />"Yea, us too." Billie, Mike and the rest of my band said.<br />"Oh shit. I meant to tell you guys, you guys are gonna start recording tomorrow, because next week was completely booked." Billie said.<br />"That's fine. I'd record now even."<br />"Cool. So we'll see you guys tomorrow at noon at 880 Studios."<br />"Thanks alot Bill. See you later."
After our discussion, Billie left, but the rest of my band stayed and hung out for awhile.</p>
<p>"Wanna jam for a bit?" Ian asked<br />"Sure why the hell not."<br />
We all went downstairs and played for awhile. At 11, we all went back upstairs.<br />"Guys, sorry but I'm kicking you out. I'm tired and I'm going to bed." I said.<br />"Yea me too." said Mike.<br />"Ok children, don't have too much fun." Ian said.<br />"Ian. Shut up, you dumbfuck."
So I kicked the rest of my band out, and Mike and I went to bed. We were both completely drained.</p>
<p>I woke up the next morning, totally psyched to go to the studio.<br />"WOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Recording day!!" I yelled<br />"What the hell?" Mike said, after waking up to my yelling.<br />"We're going to the fuckin' studio today Mikey!!! WOOOOOO!!"<br />"Damn, you're hyper. Fuck! You're gonna be even worse after you drink some coffee!"<br />"HA! Mike, you're officially screwed!"<br />"Yup, I know."<br />
We both got up, and went downstairs to grab some coffee.<br />"Nothing's better than a cup of coffee in the morning." I said.<br />"Not even a kiss from me?"<br />"Hmm...that's a tough one..."<br />"Hah. Are you hungry?"<br />
"Nope, not really. I can just get something at Tim Horton's later. Fuck! There's no Timmy's here! I miss Timmy's!"<br />"Timmy's...it's that coffee place in Canada right?"<br />"Yup, it's my all time favorite. I love Timmy's to death. Well, I guess I'll have some toast or something."<br />So after having my mini-spaz over Tim Horton's not being in the States, I ate some toast, got dressed and we both hopped in Mike's car.<br />"How far is 880 from here?" I asked him.<br />
"About an hour."<br />"Ok, do you have any cd's in here?"<br />"Yup, in the little compartment thingy down there." Mike answered, pointing to the little compartment by my feet.<br />We finally decided on In Your Honour by the Foo Fighters.<br />"They're an awesome band. I like their older stuff better though." I said.<br />"Yup, me too. They're nice guys too."<br />"You've met them?"<br />"Yea, loads of times at award shows and shit."<br />"Oh, riiiight. Stupid me."<br />"Yup."<br /> "Shut up Mike!"<br />"Ok fine. Be that way." Mike said, pretending to sulk.<br />"You're so immature Mike. Jeez!"<br />
"No one beats you in immaturity Sheebs."<br />"True, very true."
After our little, pointless argument, we finally made it to 880.</p>
<p>"Woohooo!! We're finally here!!" I yelled before jumping out of the car.<br />
"Oww fuck! I nailed my head on the doorframe!" I yelled.
I put my hand up to my head to find that it was bleeding a tiny bit, and a massive bump was forming.<br />
"Shelby, are you ok?" Mike asked me, while walking towards me.<br />
"Yea, my head's a little sore, but I'll live." I replied.
Mike put his hand on the part of my head that I nailed on the car, and I winced.<br />"Oww, motherfucker." I said.<br />"Oh, sorry."<br />
"Eh, no worries. I'm just gonna lie down for a few minutes when we get inside. Then I'll be fine."<br />"Ok, sure."
We walked inside, and made our way to Studio B.<br />"Hey guys." I said as we walked inside.<br />"Hey Shelby, hey Mike. What happened to your head?" Ian said<br />"Oh, haha. I jumped out of the car when we got here, and nailed it on the doorframe."<br />"Well, that was smooth. That sounds exactly like something you would do. Nail your head on a stupid dorrframe. Eesh."<br />
"Hey! You try jumping out of a car when you've just had about 4 or 5 cups of coffee and you're extremely excited on top of that." I replied.<br />
"Are you going to be able to play?" Jaymie asked.<br />"Yup, I'm just gonna lie down for a few minutes."<br />I layed down on the couch, and accidentally fell asleep.</p>
<p>"Hey, wake up." I awoke hearing someone say that, and being nudged in the shoulder.<br />"What?"<br />"You fell asleep. You don't look so good. I think we should come back tomorrow." Mike and Billie said.<br />
"But won't that screw up the schedule and stuff?"<br />"Well, your health is more important than one recording day. Go home and get some rest." Billie said.<br />
"Ok, we'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye!" Mike and I said as we left 880.<br />
"Figures, leave it up to me to fuck up our schedule."<br />
"Shelbs, there's nothing you can do about it. Just relax and have a nap on the way home." Mike said.<br />
"Ok, I'll take you up on that offer."<br />In a couple minutes at the most, I fell asleep. The last thing I remember hearing was the end of Times Like These by the Foo Fighters.</p>
<p>I awoke about an hour later, in Mike's arms.<br />"What's going on?" I asked sleepily."<br />"Shh, go back to sleep."<br />"Ok."
Well, from what I assume, after that 30-second long conversation, Mike took me upstairs and put me to bed. I was already asleep, so I have no idea what happened after that.</p>
