View From Heaven, chapter 3
January 2006
December has come and passed, the fun can never last or something like that. Anyway, afte...
*knock, knock*
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to see if you're in there."
"I'm here, alright."
"OK, bye."
"Bye."
Sorry 'bout that, just Lauren, she's always checking out on me like she's my mother or something like that, annoying little lady, but boy can she cook.
Anyway, where were we, before we got interrupted? Oh yeah, after the holidays they all decided that they could get their lazy asses back to the studio an...
*knock, knock*
I wonder what they want now.
"Who is it?"
"Bush."
Yes, George W. Bush. He died way back in good old 2015. He was shot by one of his own soldiers.
We also have Osama Bin Laden.
OK not we, Lucifer (the devil himself) has them, it's better that way. I remember when God once went to Lucifer to talk about someone (no names *cough*Britney Spears*cough*) and Bush attacked him, since then I have to go to talk to Lucifer.
And if you're wondering, yes, Billie is up here. Lucifer and God decided that he suffered enough on Earth, so he was sent there. I still remember the day he came here like it was yesterday. I was working like a receptionist back then (I'm God's assistant now *feels proud*).
*Flashback*
I was just doing all the boring paperwork when the gates opened. Through them came a man. I recognised him immediately, how would I not, I was a big fan of his former band and still am, he was a hero of his time, but they had all forgot he actually existed, well not anymore. He was holding a guitar, a blue Fender, ironically called Blue.
He was dressed in a pair of black dickies, a black shirt with The Ramones logo on it and a pair of worn out black Converses. His hair was still dyed black, but you could see his brown roots coming out and his once sparkling green eyes were now dull grey, full of pain and misery, his face looked worn out, you could see that life didn't treated him the way he deserved to be treated.
They say every picture tells a story, but in his eyes you could read a whole novel of different events and they weren't all happy ones. I felt sorry for the man, I know my life was short, but it never treated me bad.
I always wondered if he still wrote songs after the band fell apart. Probably, I think that he put all the pain in them and that made it easier to face the world, at least that's what I think.
He came up to my desk to check in, after we did that I escorted him to his room (everybody has a room up here). I also gave him a tour of the place. The whole time I don't think he said a word.
After a little while I went to check out on him, but stopped at the door and listened as he softly sang Time of Your Life (Good Riddance). If you listened carefully you could hear it in his voice that he was crying silent tears, that poor thing.
*End of flashback*
After that day nobody ever saw him again. Sometimes I hear him strumming on his guitar and softly singing lyrics to many different songs (our rooms are next to each other, so I secretly spy on him, just to see if he comes out of his room), he cries a lot, who would blame him after all he went through.
And no Tre, Mike and Adie are not up here, only Jason Freese, he died of cancer, but he's in the other part of heaven.
*knock, knock*
"Bush, what do you want?"
"We need another player; Samantha broke her nail again."
"I'm coming."
Fridays are poker nights-heaven against hell. Its 3:2 for us, YAY!!
The teams:
+heaven:
-God
-Samantha (just a random girl)
-me (I only play if Samantha can't, I have better things to do than just sit around and play poker, someone has to run this place)
+hell:
-Lucifer
-Bush
-Bin Laden (if Bush can't play, he takes his place)
We also have disco nights, karaoke nights, drinking contests, ...
It's fun up here, well I g2g or they'll get all pissed off at me, again.
See ya tomorrow.
Hey I'm back. We WON again, it's 4:2 now, suckers. But you don't want to hear about that, do you?
So, we were at January 2006, right? We'll continue there and hope we don't get interrupted again.
December has come and passed, the fun can never last or something like that. Anyway, after the holidays they all decided that they could get their lazy asses back to the studio and see if anybody has any ideas for the new album.
They got back together on January 13th.
At first they only practised old stuff to get back the 'feeling', but later on they added drums and bass to the songs Billie wrote during holidays.
They had band practise every Friday and Tuesday, and soon they recorded the first couple of songs for their new album. They planned on releasing it in March. 2006.
But they never released it, only planned on doing so.
December has come and passed, the fun can never last or something like that. Anyway, afte...
*knock, knock*
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to see if you're in there."
"I'm here, alright."
"OK, bye."
"Bye."
Sorry 'bout that, just Lauren, she's always checking out on me like she's my mother or something like that, annoying little lady, but boy can she cook.
Anyway, where were we, before we got interrupted? Oh yeah, after the holidays they all decided that they could get their lazy asses back to the studio an...
*knock, knock*
I wonder what they want now.
"Who is it?"
"Bush."
Yes, George W. Bush. He died way back in good old 2015. He was shot by one of his own soldiers.
We also have Osama Bin Laden.
OK not we, Lucifer (the devil himself) has them, it's better that way. I remember when God once went to Lucifer to talk about someone (no names *cough*Britney Spears*cough*) and Bush attacked him, since then I have to go to talk to Lucifer.
And if you're wondering, yes, Billie is up here. Lucifer and God decided that he suffered enough on Earth, so he was sent there. I still remember the day he came here like it was yesterday. I was working like a receptionist back then (I'm God's assistant now *feels proud*).
*Flashback*
I was just doing all the boring paperwork when the gates opened. Through them came a man. I recognised him immediately, how would I not, I was a big fan of his former band and still am, he was a hero of his time, but they had all forgot he actually existed, well not anymore. He was holding a guitar, a blue Fender, ironically called Blue.
He was dressed in a pair of black dickies, a black shirt with The Ramones logo on it and a pair of worn out black Converses. His hair was still dyed black, but you could see his brown roots coming out and his once sparkling green eyes were now dull grey, full of pain and misery, his face looked worn out, you could see that life didn't treated him the way he deserved to be treated.
They say every picture tells a story, but in his eyes you could read a whole novel of different events and they weren't all happy ones. I felt sorry for the man, I know my life was short, but it never treated me bad.
I always wondered if he still wrote songs after the band fell apart. Probably, I think that he put all the pain in them and that made it easier to face the world, at least that's what I think.
He came up to my desk to check in, after we did that I escorted him to his room (everybody has a room up here). I also gave him a tour of the place. The whole time I don't think he said a word.
After a little while I went to check out on him, but stopped at the door and listened as he softly sang Time of Your Life (Good Riddance). If you listened carefully you could hear it in his voice that he was crying silent tears, that poor thing.
*End of flashback*
After that day nobody ever saw him again. Sometimes I hear him strumming on his guitar and softly singing lyrics to many different songs (our rooms are next to each other, so I secretly spy on him, just to see if he comes out of his room), he cries a lot, who would blame him after all he went through.
And no Tre, Mike and Adie are not up here, only Jason Freese, he died of cancer, but he's in the other part of heaven.
*knock, knock*
"Bush, what do you want?"
"We need another player; Samantha broke her nail again."
"I'm coming."
Fridays are poker nights-heaven against hell. Its 3:2 for us, YAY!!
The teams:
+heaven:
-God
-Samantha (just a random girl)
-me (I only play if Samantha can't, I have better things to do than just sit around and play poker, someone has to run this place)
+hell:
-Lucifer
-Bush
-Bin Laden (if Bush can't play, he takes his place)
We also have disco nights, karaoke nights, drinking contests, ...
It's fun up here, well I g2g or they'll get all pissed off at me, again.
See ya tomorrow.
Hey I'm back. We WON again, it's 4:2 now, suckers. But you don't want to hear about that, do you?
So, we were at January 2006, right? We'll continue there and hope we don't get interrupted again.
December has come and passed, the fun can never last or something like that. Anyway, after the holidays they all decided that they could get their lazy asses back to the studio and see if anybody has any ideas for the new album.
They got back together on January 13th.
At first they only practised old stuff to get back the 'feeling', but later on they added drums and bass to the songs Billie wrote during holidays.
They had band practise every Friday and Tuesday, and soon they recorded the first couple of songs for their new album. They planned on releasing it in March. 2006.
But they never released it, only planned on doing so.
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