The Day Tré Died..., chapter 1
It's about 10:00pm and you're trying to get to sleep, but you keep wondering about things that have happened to you in the day. You start to think about Tré Cool... You smile... And then drift of into a deep sleep...
"We're ready for you on stage, Tré"
"Okay.." Tré jumps up and down preparing to play a fantastic show. Billie and Mike have just ran on stage to be welcomed by a huge crowd.
"Go go go go go!" Shouts some crazy person from behind Tré. He runs on. Thousands of people screaming and freaking out, all for him. He blows a few kisses and gets ready to play.
"All right London!?" Shouts Billie from at the front of the stage. Tré counts everyone in for the song American Idiot. They play and they play and they play and they play. It's been about two hours now, Billie, Mike and Tré come running off of the stage covered in sweat. People all around them making comments like 'great show' or 'good job, guys' and 'you rocked! ' as they make their way to their dressing rooms. The guys go into their dressing rooms and change. They go into the bar afterwards for a few beers.
"That was an awesome show you guys." said Mike,
"Yeah, we rocked.." BJ said with a sigh. They chill out for a few hours and Tré suddenly remembers something.
"Hey guys, I'm off, I got to go, it's my mum's birthday tomorrow and I need to be home for her to come and moan at me otherwise she'll moan at me more than ever.."
"Okay dude, see you round" said Billie,
"Yeah see ya Tré" said Mike. Tré gives a thumbs up and walks out of the room, saying bye to people as he heads out to the car park. He gets into his car and drives off. Tré's been driving now for about an hour and he's getting hungry, so he stops into the services. He gets out of his car and starts to walk across the pavement. He steps through the door and goes into the toilets.
"Oh my fucking God! It's Tré!" says this guy with glasses peeing a few basins away from him,
"Yeah, it's me.." he says and carries on peeing,
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Yeah sure, just wait until I've finished, okay?"
"No problem" the guy gets out a pen and a scrunched up bit of paper that looks like a receipt. Tré finishes and washes his hands then comes face to face with the guy. He hands Tré the paper and the pen.
"Okay.. So what's your name?"
"My names John"
"Okay John, here you go" Tré hands him the paper with a signature on it saying 'to John, the guy who pissed with me, Tré Cool'
"Wow! Thanks!" John walks out of the toilets, grinning. Tré forgot about his hunger and goes into the restaurant with his sun glasses on, he wasn't in the mood for another public encounter. He sits down and manages the whole meal without someone asking him for his autograph. He gets up and leaves. Tré starts to walk across to his car when a voice suddenly comes from nowhere saying,
"Tré!" It was John.
"Oh hey John, what's up?" He said with a bit of a sigh,
"Oh nothing much I was just wondering..." His voice trailed off as he took a gun from his pocket.
"Woah! Dude.. Put that away man, that aint funny.." said a hesitant Tré,
"I can't do that, Tré.. You see, we've met before.. Yeah, you probably don't remember.. Well, who would remember someone you ignored?" John's pupils went huge,
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the time you played Milton Keynes. I was there. I waited for 8 hours just to see you. But, when you finally came out, you ignored me. Not just me, everyone."
"Oh my God. Is that it?"
"Yeah, it probably doesn't seem a lot to you, but it does to me. Just imagine, you idolize this person for years and when the opportunity comes to meet him/her, he/she ignores you. How do you think that would feel?" John now had the gun to Tré's head.
"Oh God, John I'm so so so sorry, I didn't mean for anyone's feelings to be hurt.."
"It's too late now Tré, you've messed up, big time. And now, on behalf of all of your fans that got hurt by your ignorance, I'm going to do this.."
"Noooo!" Tré tried to run away from the maniac, but it was too late. John shot Tré, shot him in the back of the head. John leaves him there to die. John murdered Tré Cool.
You wake up, beads of sweat running down your forehead. You burst into tears, thinking that this was true, it was so believable, you look around. You realize you're in your room in bed. You sigh with relief. You thank God Tré is alive..
"We're ready for you on stage, Tré"
"Okay.." Tré jumps up and down preparing to play a fantastic show. Billie and Mike have just ran on stage to be welcomed by a huge crowd.
"Go go go go go!" Shouts some crazy person from behind Tré. He runs on. Thousands of people screaming and freaking out, all for him. He blows a few kisses and gets ready to play.
"All right London!?" Shouts Billie from at the front of the stage. Tré counts everyone in for the song American Idiot. They play and they play and they play and they play. It's been about two hours now, Billie, Mike and Tré come running off of the stage covered in sweat. People all around them making comments like 'great show' or 'good job, guys' and 'you rocked! ' as they make their way to their dressing rooms. The guys go into their dressing rooms and change. They go into the bar afterwards for a few beers.
"That was an awesome show you guys." said Mike,
"Yeah, we rocked.." BJ said with a sigh. They chill out for a few hours and Tré suddenly remembers something.
"Hey guys, I'm off, I got to go, it's my mum's birthday tomorrow and I need to be home for her to come and moan at me otherwise she'll moan at me more than ever.."
"Okay dude, see you round" said Billie,
"Yeah see ya Tré" said Mike. Tré gives a thumbs up and walks out of the room, saying bye to people as he heads out to the car park. He gets into his car and drives off. Tré's been driving now for about an hour and he's getting hungry, so he stops into the services. He gets out of his car and starts to walk across the pavement. He steps through the door and goes into the toilets.
"Oh my fucking God! It's Tré!" says this guy with glasses peeing a few basins away from him,
"Yeah, it's me.." he says and carries on peeing,
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Yeah sure, just wait until I've finished, okay?"
"No problem" the guy gets out a pen and a scrunched up bit of paper that looks like a receipt. Tré finishes and washes his hands then comes face to face with the guy. He hands Tré the paper and the pen.
"Okay.. So what's your name?"
"My names John"
"Okay John, here you go" Tré hands him the paper with a signature on it saying 'to John, the guy who pissed with me, Tré Cool'
"Wow! Thanks!" John walks out of the toilets, grinning. Tré forgot about his hunger and goes into the restaurant with his sun glasses on, he wasn't in the mood for another public encounter. He sits down and manages the whole meal without someone asking him for his autograph. He gets up and leaves. Tré starts to walk across to his car when a voice suddenly comes from nowhere saying,
"Tré!" It was John.
"Oh hey John, what's up?" He said with a bit of a sigh,
"Oh nothing much I was just wondering..." His voice trailed off as he took a gun from his pocket.
"Woah! Dude.. Put that away man, that aint funny.." said a hesitant Tré,
"I can't do that, Tré.. You see, we've met before.. Yeah, you probably don't remember.. Well, who would remember someone you ignored?" John's pupils went huge,
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the time you played Milton Keynes. I was there. I waited for 8 hours just to see you. But, when you finally came out, you ignored me. Not just me, everyone."
"Oh my God. Is that it?"
"Yeah, it probably doesn't seem a lot to you, but it does to me. Just imagine, you idolize this person for years and when the opportunity comes to meet him/her, he/she ignores you. How do you think that would feel?" John now had the gun to Tré's head.
"Oh God, John I'm so so so sorry, I didn't mean for anyone's feelings to be hurt.."
"It's too late now Tré, you've messed up, big time. And now, on behalf of all of your fans that got hurt by your ignorance, I'm going to do this.."
"Noooo!" Tré tried to run away from the maniac, but it was too late. John shot Tré, shot him in the back of the head. John leaves him there to die. John murdered Tré Cool.
You wake up, beads of sweat running down your forehead. You burst into tears, thinking that this was true, it was so believable, you look around. You realize you're in your room in bed. You sigh with relief. You thank God Tré is alive..
