The Only Way I Know, chapter 2
"I wonder what my friends will think when I don't come to school or anything," I kept thinking. "Well, here I am. A 17-year old girl in the big city of Berkeley. I wonder what there is to do," I sighed to myself.
I sat down on the sidewalk and figured I'd just sit and play the guitar. I pulled out the guitar and left the case open. I remember when I first learned to play the guitar. It was pretty tough. It's still pretty hard but it comes to me easier now. Really the only songs I can play are Green Day songs. The one I love to play the most is Good Riddance.
People kept walking by on the busy street but eventually a few people stopped and listened to the music. When I had finished playing Good Riddance I looked up and saw a few people putting spare change and some dollar bills in the my guitar case. "Oh thank you sir," I said to one man that smiled at me and put a five dollar bill in my case.
There was just one man that kept standing there watching me. I played all the way through Give Me Novacaine and when I looked up even more people were listening. That same man was watching me. "How old are you?" he asked. "Why do you want to know?" I asked cautiously. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Tom and I work at Lookout Records." "Oh my gosh! Yeah, I've heard of Lookout Records. I'm a huge Green Day fan. Um.. I'm seventeen." I stood up and shook his hand.
"Do you write your own songs?" he questioned. "Um... I have like one or two. They're really shitty. I mainly just play Green Day songs." "How about you come by to the studio some time, you can play your songs or write new ones, and we can think of making an EP."
"Oh my gosh. This is fucking awesome. Thank you so much!" I said with a huge smile on my face. "No problem," he said and handed me his card. "Why don't you think about it and give me a call sometime." "Sure will!" I said.
I was so happy. I started playing anything that came to my mind. It actually sounded pretty good. I played it again and imprinted it in my brain so I could use it for a song.
About half an hour later I started getting hungry so I decided to go to the local Walmart and get a snack or something to eat. I walked into Walmart with my guitar in hand and everything. I watched people's reactions as I walked past them. Finally I asked one of them what they're staring at and they just turned around. "It's probably my holey jeans. They probably think I'm a homeless poor person," I thought. I walked into the snack aisle and was looking at the snacks and kept walking.
I rammed right into someone and dropped my guitar and fell down. Ah my ass hurt to so bad! "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I heard a voice say. I stood up, brushing myself off and looked into a pair of the most beautiful green eyes I thought I would never see.
I sat down on the sidewalk and figured I'd just sit and play the guitar. I pulled out the guitar and left the case open. I remember when I first learned to play the guitar. It was pretty tough. It's still pretty hard but it comes to me easier now. Really the only songs I can play are Green Day songs. The one I love to play the most is Good Riddance.
People kept walking by on the busy street but eventually a few people stopped and listened to the music. When I had finished playing Good Riddance I looked up and saw a few people putting spare change and some dollar bills in the my guitar case. "Oh thank you sir," I said to one man that smiled at me and put a five dollar bill in my case.
There was just one man that kept standing there watching me. I played all the way through Give Me Novacaine and when I looked up even more people were listening. That same man was watching me. "How old are you?" he asked. "Why do you want to know?" I asked cautiously. "Oh, I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Tom and I work at Lookout Records." "Oh my gosh! Yeah, I've heard of Lookout Records. I'm a huge Green Day fan. Um.. I'm seventeen." I stood up and shook his hand.
"Do you write your own songs?" he questioned. "Um... I have like one or two. They're really shitty. I mainly just play Green Day songs." "How about you come by to the studio some time, you can play your songs or write new ones, and we can think of making an EP."
"Oh my gosh. This is fucking awesome. Thank you so much!" I said with a huge smile on my face. "No problem," he said and handed me his card. "Why don't you think about it and give me a call sometime." "Sure will!" I said.
I was so happy. I started playing anything that came to my mind. It actually sounded pretty good. I played it again and imprinted it in my brain so I could use it for a song.
About half an hour later I started getting hungry so I decided to go to the local Walmart and get a snack or something to eat. I walked into Walmart with my guitar in hand and everything. I watched people's reactions as I walked past them. Finally I asked one of them what they're staring at and they just turned around. "It's probably my holey jeans. They probably think I'm a homeless poor person," I thought. I walked into the snack aisle and was looking at the snacks and kept walking.
I rammed right into someone and dropped my guitar and fell down. Ah my ass hurt to so bad! "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I heard a voice say. I stood up, brushing myself off and looked into a pair of the most beautiful green eyes I thought I would never see.
