// Jaded!, chapter 1
Billie Joe slammed the door behind him, amid shouts and bangs.
How much longer can this go on for? Green Day were slowly becoming a thing of the past, his marriage was in tatters and his mind was fucked up. He felt 5 again; lonely, ignored and frustrated.
Locked up in his old room, he picked up Blue - his original Fender strat which he loved dearly. A picture of him and Adie in better times stared at him from the dresser. He remembers how they used to be -- young, happy, free. In love. Were they still in love? He fell back on his bed, listening to little sounds around him. He could here Mike and Tre down in the basement, still arguing. He'd loved those guys once too -- they were his best friends, brothers almost. Why was everything going wrong now -- seemingly all at once? Or had it been a long time coming but, caught up in all the stardom, he had grown too blind to notice it. Had he thrown everything away? The band is one thing, but could he ever save his marriage? He strummed a few chords out on Blue, but music had lost all satisfaction to him... Something he has never before experienced. It scared and shocked him to the core. He thought about his sons, their future. Surely there is something he can do... Why is he sat here? He should be up; thinking about the future, fixing his confused life. But he had no strength. It was just him and Blue again. Like old times but he needed more now. Those times have gone and letting them go was becoming more hard than he thought. He heard Mike's voice bellow up the stairs.
"Billie, are you gonna get your lazy ass down here and do some work or should we just fucking go already? "
He loved Mike like a brother. Best friends -- that's what they always were. How could they let things screw up between them? Tension in the band was tight -- ready to snap even. Is this even what they all wanted anymore?
"You guys pack up for now. Go home. I'll call you in the morning or something, okay? I need some time on my own. Some thinking time!" Billie Joe shouted back.
"Yeah I agree, you do. You need practice on thinking about anyone but yourself," came Mike's bitter reply.
15 minutes later, Billie heard the door slam. Well, that practice could have gone a lot better. He thought about phoning Adie, but would she still be mad at him after their screaming match? The thought saddened him. He hates to hurt her more than anything in the world, but words get thrown when people are angry. Hearts get broken. It's a way of life. Now, Billie Joe was no doctor but he was pretty sure he could fix Adie's heart again. Or at least have a damn good try at it before it was too late. ' In the morning ' he thought. He would fix everything in the morning but right now, all Billie Joe Armstrong needed was his sleep. And his dreams because now they seemed more like reality than his actual life. They were all he had.
...
"Argh." Billie Joe was awaken by the phone ringing shrilly in his ear. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the clock. Ahhhh, 10 AM -- not too bad. He picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Billie, it's Mike. We need to talk. About the band. About everything."
"Slow down man -- don't go all long term relationship on me. What's up?"
"I think you know what's up. For one, our band practices suck. We know how to have band practice Billie, this isn't it. We argue about pretty much everything, were dry out of inspiration and you always seem so distant. How can we be bandmates if we aren't even friends anymore?"
"Woah -- who says we aren't friends? I've just got a hell of a lot on my mind at the moment. I've been thinking anyway Mike, about Green Day. Are we sure we even wanna do this anymore?"
* Silence *
Could this be the end of Green Day for good?
How much longer can this go on for? Green Day were slowly becoming a thing of the past, his marriage was in tatters and his mind was fucked up. He felt 5 again; lonely, ignored and frustrated.
Locked up in his old room, he picked up Blue - his original Fender strat which he loved dearly. A picture of him and Adie in better times stared at him from the dresser. He remembers how they used to be -- young, happy, free. In love. Were they still in love? He fell back on his bed, listening to little sounds around him. He could here Mike and Tre down in the basement, still arguing. He'd loved those guys once too -- they were his best friends, brothers almost. Why was everything going wrong now -- seemingly all at once? Or had it been a long time coming but, caught up in all the stardom, he had grown too blind to notice it. Had he thrown everything away? The band is one thing, but could he ever save his marriage? He strummed a few chords out on Blue, but music had lost all satisfaction to him... Something he has never before experienced. It scared and shocked him to the core. He thought about his sons, their future. Surely there is something he can do... Why is he sat here? He should be up; thinking about the future, fixing his confused life. But he had no strength. It was just him and Blue again. Like old times but he needed more now. Those times have gone and letting them go was becoming more hard than he thought. He heard Mike's voice bellow up the stairs.
"Billie, are you gonna get your lazy ass down here and do some work or should we just fucking go already? "
He loved Mike like a brother. Best friends -- that's what they always were. How could they let things screw up between them? Tension in the band was tight -- ready to snap even. Is this even what they all wanted anymore?
"You guys pack up for now. Go home. I'll call you in the morning or something, okay? I need some time on my own. Some thinking time!" Billie Joe shouted back.
"Yeah I agree, you do. You need practice on thinking about anyone but yourself," came Mike's bitter reply.
15 minutes later, Billie heard the door slam. Well, that practice could have gone a lot better. He thought about phoning Adie, but would she still be mad at him after their screaming match? The thought saddened him. He hates to hurt her more than anything in the world, but words get thrown when people are angry. Hearts get broken. It's a way of life. Now, Billie Joe was no doctor but he was pretty sure he could fix Adie's heart again. Or at least have a damn good try at it before it was too late. ' In the morning ' he thought. He would fix everything in the morning but right now, all Billie Joe Armstrong needed was his sleep. And his dreams because now they seemed more like reality than his actual life. They were all he had.
...
"Argh." Billie Joe was awaken by the phone ringing shrilly in his ear. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the clock. Ahhhh, 10 AM -- not too bad. He picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Billie, it's Mike. We need to talk. About the band. About everything."
"Slow down man -- don't go all long term relationship on me. What's up?"
"I think you know what's up. For one, our band practices suck. We know how to have band practice Billie, this isn't it. We argue about pretty much everything, were dry out of inspiration and you always seem so distant. How can we be bandmates if we aren't even friends anymore?"
"Woah -- who says we aren't friends? I've just got a hell of a lot on my mind at the moment. I've been thinking anyway Mike, about Green Day. Are we sure we even wanna do this anymore?"
* Silence *
Could this be the end of Green Day for good?
