Punk Doll, chapter 2
"Oh my God. Did she just pass out?" Mike asked. Marylin, who was a little dazed by Mike's apearance didn't say much.
"Ah yeah, It happens all the time," Tink said "If Min stands up too fast after a hardcore show, all the blood rushes to her head and she passes out." She snapped her fingers, "Just like that".
"Uh huh..." Billie Joe said, looking at the black haired bassist.
"Min? I thought her name was Razzle?" Tre said, kneeling on the floor, hoisting Min up to his lap, tapping her lightly on her doll-like face.
"Naw, Razzle is her stage name. Min...Minnie hunny...wake up!" Tink said.
'Geez she talks alot!' The three men thought simultaneously.
"Here, this works good," Marylin joined in, taking a dirty sock and sticking it on Min's face. The feel, and smell of the dirty sock sent Min into a state of panic and she came to.
"Fuck, Is Tre Cool still here? I want to have a serious chat about drumming."
"Good old Minnie. Always wakes up not even knowing she passed out," Tink said.
"Shut up Tinker," Min said, fearlessly standing up and walking over to Tre, who was admiring her boldness. She immedietly engaged in a long conversation about drumming with Tre, while the other 4 stood there chatting amongst themselves.
"Zildjian? Yeah, I only use that brand."
"Yeah, that rocks. What about head sets, do you ever use them for singing?"
"Yeah, but I kinda feel like Britney Spears, ya know, except I'm not dressed in drag, I'm not dancing, and I'm drumming."
Everyone was pretty much sidetracked until Billie finally remembered what he was originally there for. He jumped on the beat up couch, raise his arms out and yelled.
"HEYEYEY! Whoa! Woo! Guys over here! *whistles* Guys! RECORD DEAL ANYONE?"
Min whiped her head around. The entire Punk Doll band turned to Min, the leader, the mistress, the woman who wore the pants in the operation. Min was speechless.
"U-us? I-in Adeline? Wow. Are you sure were-" Billie cut Min off
"FUCK YEAH! You guys have so much talent! So is that a yes or no?" he said smiling.
"THAT'S A HELL YEAH!" Min screamed jumping up, then catching herself all of the sudden. She straightened her shirt and calmly replied, "yes."
Tink, who can NEVER shut up said out of the blue.
"Yeah, she's kinda a stiff ass right now, but when she's not tired WHOO! You have one hyper korean on your hands, and let me tell you, when she gets into too much cheap beer-"
"TINKER!" Min and Marilyn screamed
"What?"
"Ah yeah, It happens all the time," Tink said "If Min stands up too fast after a hardcore show, all the blood rushes to her head and she passes out." She snapped her fingers, "Just like that".
"Uh huh..." Billie Joe said, looking at the black haired bassist.
"Min? I thought her name was Razzle?" Tre said, kneeling on the floor, hoisting Min up to his lap, tapping her lightly on her doll-like face.
"Naw, Razzle is her stage name. Min...Minnie hunny...wake up!" Tink said.
'Geez she talks alot!' The three men thought simultaneously.
"Here, this works good," Marylin joined in, taking a dirty sock and sticking it on Min's face. The feel, and smell of the dirty sock sent Min into a state of panic and she came to.
"Fuck, Is Tre Cool still here? I want to have a serious chat about drumming."
"Good old Minnie. Always wakes up not even knowing she passed out," Tink said.
"Shut up Tinker," Min said, fearlessly standing up and walking over to Tre, who was admiring her boldness. She immedietly engaged in a long conversation about drumming with Tre, while the other 4 stood there chatting amongst themselves.
"Zildjian? Yeah, I only use that brand."
"Yeah, that rocks. What about head sets, do you ever use them for singing?"
"Yeah, but I kinda feel like Britney Spears, ya know, except I'm not dressed in drag, I'm not dancing, and I'm drumming."
Everyone was pretty much sidetracked until Billie finally remembered what he was originally there for. He jumped on the beat up couch, raise his arms out and yelled.
"HEYEYEY! Whoa! Woo! Guys over here! *whistles* Guys! RECORD DEAL ANYONE?"
Min whiped her head around. The entire Punk Doll band turned to Min, the leader, the mistress, the woman who wore the pants in the operation. Min was speechless.
"U-us? I-in Adeline? Wow. Are you sure were-" Billie cut Min off
"FUCK YEAH! You guys have so much talent! So is that a yes or no?" he said smiling.
"THAT'S A HELL YEAH!" Min screamed jumping up, then catching herself all of the sudden. She straightened her shirt and calmly replied, "yes."
Tink, who can NEVER shut up said out of the blue.
"Yeah, she's kinda a stiff ass right now, but when she's not tired WHOO! You have one hyper korean on your hands, and let me tell you, when she gets into too much cheap beer-"
"TINKER!" Min and Marilyn screamed
"What?"
