Missing Pages., chapter 1
May 18th 1984
Everyone thought that things were going really good with Sweet Children. We had quite a few songs and were playing alot of gigs at Gilman and everything and people were really starting to like us. We all seemed to be getting along good at the practices and we sounded great but yesterday we got some really bad news. It all went a little something like this:
*Practice at Billie Joe'sGarage*
So, we were just playing our instruments, practicing seeing as we have a gig 3 nights from now. We, as usual sounded great and were totally ready, I don't even know why we practiced today, I guess we just got bored with life and decided to hold a practice.
"Uh... Hey guys. I have something really important to tell you, and I don't want you to be mad." Al, our drummer said. Me and Mike could tell it was important and he looked worried.
"Ok, shoot." Mike, who plays bass said. Mike didnt seem to concered
" Ok, well as you know I am a pretty good student and school and stuff right? Well earlier this week Oxford University sent me a letter. They want to give me a 4 year scholarship..." Al didnt finish, he waited to see what we had to say.
"And? You said no right? Sweet Children are about to make it big man, and you know it!" I said. I knew that he did accept it. He's wanted to go to univercity all his life, unlike me, the high school drop-out.
"Well.. I hate to say this guys, but I had to take it. You know how much this means to me and all. I'm really sorry. I hope you understand" Al said. He looked pretty upset. And this is when me, stupid angry Billie Joe, blows up.
"What the fuck man? Your just going to leave us like this, on such short notice. I don't fucking understand. I though you were commited to this. We have a show at Gilman-" Mike cut me off.
"Calm down man, its ok, we'll get threw this, we've had bigger problems before.
"I'm playing our next Gilman thing, I wouldn't go just like that, don't worry" Al said.
After that little argument and that big piece of news I just stood up, and left the garage and went into my backyard. I took a joint from my pocket and lit it up. I inhailed some of it and let the air fill my lungs and relax me. I was certainly pissed of and didnt want to talk about it. So here I am, writting it all out. And for now, we are Sweet Children, a 2 person band. Me and Mike have to find another drummer.
Billie Joe.
Everyone thought that things were going really good with Sweet Children. We had quite a few songs and were playing alot of gigs at Gilman and everything and people were really starting to like us. We all seemed to be getting along good at the practices and we sounded great but yesterday we got some really bad news. It all went a little something like this:
*Practice at Billie Joe'sGarage*
So, we were just playing our instruments, practicing seeing as we have a gig 3 nights from now. We, as usual sounded great and were totally ready, I don't even know why we practiced today, I guess we just got bored with life and decided to hold a practice.
"Uh... Hey guys. I have something really important to tell you, and I don't want you to be mad." Al, our drummer said. Me and Mike could tell it was important and he looked worried.
"Ok, shoot." Mike, who plays bass said. Mike didnt seem to concered
" Ok, well as you know I am a pretty good student and school and stuff right? Well earlier this week Oxford University sent me a letter. They want to give me a 4 year scholarship..." Al didnt finish, he waited to see what we had to say.
"And? You said no right? Sweet Children are about to make it big man, and you know it!" I said. I knew that he did accept it. He's wanted to go to univercity all his life, unlike me, the high school drop-out.
"Well.. I hate to say this guys, but I had to take it. You know how much this means to me and all. I'm really sorry. I hope you understand" Al said. He looked pretty upset. And this is when me, stupid angry Billie Joe, blows up.
"What the fuck man? Your just going to leave us like this, on such short notice. I don't fucking understand. I though you were commited to this. We have a show at Gilman-" Mike cut me off.
"Calm down man, its ok, we'll get threw this, we've had bigger problems before.
"I'm playing our next Gilman thing, I wouldn't go just like that, don't worry" Al said.
After that little argument and that big piece of news I just stood up, and left the garage and went into my backyard. I took a joint from my pocket and lit it up. I inhailed some of it and let the air fill my lungs and relax me. I was certainly pissed of and didnt want to talk about it. So here I am, writting it all out. And for now, we are Sweet Children, a 2 person band. Me and Mike have to find another drummer.
Billie Joe.
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