AAAAH!! Save me!! [I wanted to be a rockstar], chapter 1
AAAAH! Save me!
Charlie and Blue have just gone to the Co-op to get icing sugar and they left me here. On my own. The bastards! You see we are all living at the top of my mum's great grandma's auntie's boyfriend's sister's appartment [long story] because our families have kicked us out. And so close to xmas! I know it's shameful but you can't blame em. The thing is me, Charlie and Blue [and Doug but he's in Canada the lucky shit] are in this band called ATTACT [or Destroyedream we can't choose... Comment and tell me which one is better... Or suggest better name please! ] and we use to practice every night in Charlie's garage, and we were so loud the neighbours started to complain and then the police got involved and it all went tits up [literally for Charlie's nan]. So Charlie's mum and dad kicked him out because he was pissing them off so much, Blue's auntie kicked her out because she kept crying all the time and slitting her wrists [her boyfriend Jack is in prison because he broke into the Alldays for some fags] and I got kicked or should I say booted because my foster mum says I'm a bitch and dad thinks I'm a lazy druggie so I kinda thought hey screw you. So that's it. Now we are all living at the top of this shitty little apartment. Me, Blue and Charlie, oh and that weird dog that has rabies.
"Where the fuck have you been? You didn't go and get drunk down at the park again did you? If you do that again I swear..."
"Hey chill chill. We got the f-ing icing sugar. Now what?"
"Yeah! What the fuck do we need icing bloody sugar for? Me and Charlie just spent like 20 minutes in that god damn convenience 'my ass' store."
"Look you two have known me for how long? 10 years maybe? Yeah? And what is my favourite food?"
"CAKE!"
Charlie's thick charcoal hair was in my mouth. I spat it out, not knowing he was just going to nestle his head back in my face again. Blue was lying on the armchair, looking so cute and snuggley. The TV was on. It was around 10:45. Some shit was on. My eyes were blurry. Suddenly the beginning of Jesus of Suburbia came on. We all sat up. This must a be a video exclusive I thought. OMFG it was! We all got up. Charlie rushed to his bass. Blue rushed to her electric. I rushed to my drum kit. We turned the tele up so loud AND turned the amp on. The whole building was vibrating. We watched as the incredibly fit cute yum oh my god wow guy that was playing St. Jimmy. Me and Blue were drooling as we played one of the best songs man's ears has ever heard. As the video ended we all played to our heart's content and I finally realised this is what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be a rockstar. None of that school shit. None of that McDonald's shit. This was it. This was my destiny.
"Blue are you still awake?"
"I am now dumbass"
"What do you wanna be when you're... You know... You're a 'grown up'"
"Hey that's the most lamest thing I've heard all day!"
"Serious"
"I wanna be in a band like Green Day. And I am. Just not as famous which we can work on. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
I felt someone's lips on mine which startled me and woke me up. It was Charlie. Oh god he is so cute. Why won't he go out with me? Is it because we're friends? URGH. Anyways. I fell on the floor and landed on something soft that smelt of burnt onions and tomato puree. Man we had to clean this place up. I grabbed hold of a leg [to whom it belonged I'm not sure] and slowly got up. I rubbed the mascara off my eyes and looked around. The apartment suddenly looked so small. There were beer cans in the corner, flies laying their lava on the burger buns and hot dog sausages from last night, the rabie-infested dog had laied it's head on top of an American Hot and Blue's face was face down in a pool of lemonade. I ran to the 'airing cupboard' and fished out the old 1980's vacuum cleaner. I plugged it in and instantly as I turned it on I heard a groan from Charlie. I yanked the plug out. What's the point? It's only gonna get dirtier.
"Ok I'm gonna go down to the Stable's and see if I can book a gig..."
"Blue, gigs mean money. Money which we don't have."
"Charlie's right... We are skint. And Mister Fuck-Off-Dunburg hates us already. You know why? Because we robbed him!"
"Hey that was a mistake I thought he was coming onto me!"
"Yeah so you bashed him over the head with a microphone and took his wallet."
We opened the massive beer stained door to the Stables and slowly walked in. I scanned the room. Mister F. O. D was nowhere to be seen. Maddie was behind the bar. She scowled at me and Blue then did the cheesiest grin at Charlie. Ooooh I could kill her. She knows I fucking like him. We walked over to the bar. There was a notice on the wall behind the rack of peanuts. I turned to Blue and pointed. We both screamed as Charlie laughed. It said:
GREEN DAY COMING TO BRIGHTON! MAY 22ND! SUPPORTING BANDS NEEDED! PLEASE ASK MISTER DUNBURG FOR MORE INFORMATION.
This was it. This was our big break.
Charlie and Blue have just gone to the Co-op to get icing sugar and they left me here. On my own. The bastards! You see we are all living at the top of my mum's great grandma's auntie's boyfriend's sister's appartment [long story] because our families have kicked us out. And so close to xmas! I know it's shameful but you can't blame em. The thing is me, Charlie and Blue [and Doug but he's in Canada the lucky shit] are in this band called ATTACT [or Destroyedream we can't choose... Comment and tell me which one is better... Or suggest better name please! ] and we use to practice every night in Charlie's garage, and we were so loud the neighbours started to complain and then the police got involved and it all went tits up [literally for Charlie's nan]. So Charlie's mum and dad kicked him out because he was pissing them off so much, Blue's auntie kicked her out because she kept crying all the time and slitting her wrists [her boyfriend Jack is in prison because he broke into the Alldays for some fags] and I got kicked or should I say booted because my foster mum says I'm a bitch and dad thinks I'm a lazy druggie so I kinda thought hey screw you. So that's it. Now we are all living at the top of this shitty little apartment. Me, Blue and Charlie, oh and that weird dog that has rabies.
"Where the fuck have you been? You didn't go and get drunk down at the park again did you? If you do that again I swear..."
"Hey chill chill. We got the f-ing icing sugar. Now what?"
"Yeah! What the fuck do we need icing bloody sugar for? Me and Charlie just spent like 20 minutes in that god damn convenience 'my ass' store."
"Look you two have known me for how long? 10 years maybe? Yeah? And what is my favourite food?"
"CAKE!"
Charlie's thick charcoal hair was in my mouth. I spat it out, not knowing he was just going to nestle his head back in my face again. Blue was lying on the armchair, looking so cute and snuggley. The TV was on. It was around 10:45. Some shit was on. My eyes were blurry. Suddenly the beginning of Jesus of Suburbia came on. We all sat up. This must a be a video exclusive I thought. OMFG it was! We all got up. Charlie rushed to his bass. Blue rushed to her electric. I rushed to my drum kit. We turned the tele up so loud AND turned the amp on. The whole building was vibrating. We watched as the incredibly fit cute yum oh my god wow guy that was playing St. Jimmy. Me and Blue were drooling as we played one of the best songs man's ears has ever heard. As the video ended we all played to our heart's content and I finally realised this is what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to be a rockstar. None of that school shit. None of that McDonald's shit. This was it. This was my destiny.
"Blue are you still awake?"
"I am now dumbass"
"What do you wanna be when you're... You know... You're a 'grown up'"
"Hey that's the most lamest thing I've heard all day!"
"Serious"
"I wanna be in a band like Green Day. And I am. Just not as famous which we can work on. Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
I felt someone's lips on mine which startled me and woke me up. It was Charlie. Oh god he is so cute. Why won't he go out with me? Is it because we're friends? URGH. Anyways. I fell on the floor and landed on something soft that smelt of burnt onions and tomato puree. Man we had to clean this place up. I grabbed hold of a leg [to whom it belonged I'm not sure] and slowly got up. I rubbed the mascara off my eyes and looked around. The apartment suddenly looked so small. There were beer cans in the corner, flies laying their lava on the burger buns and hot dog sausages from last night, the rabie-infested dog had laied it's head on top of an American Hot and Blue's face was face down in a pool of lemonade. I ran to the 'airing cupboard' and fished out the old 1980's vacuum cleaner. I plugged it in and instantly as I turned it on I heard a groan from Charlie. I yanked the plug out. What's the point? It's only gonna get dirtier.
"Ok I'm gonna go down to the Stable's and see if I can book a gig..."
"Blue, gigs mean money. Money which we don't have."
"Charlie's right... We are skint. And Mister Fuck-Off-Dunburg hates us already. You know why? Because we robbed him!"
"Hey that was a mistake I thought he was coming onto me!"
"Yeah so you bashed him over the head with a microphone and took his wallet."
We opened the massive beer stained door to the Stables and slowly walked in. I scanned the room. Mister F. O. D was nowhere to be seen. Maddie was behind the bar. She scowled at me and Blue then did the cheesiest grin at Charlie. Ooooh I could kill her. She knows I fucking like him. We walked over to the bar. There was a notice on the wall behind the rack of peanuts. I turned to Blue and pointed. We both screamed as Charlie laughed. It said:
GREEN DAY COMING TO BRIGHTON! MAY 22ND! SUPPORTING BANDS NEEDED! PLEASE ASK MISTER DUNBURG FOR MORE INFORMATION.
This was it. This was our big break.
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