Wicked Times, chapter 3
Mike looked at me, then faced Billie and said, "Sure, why not?" He paused and then said, "I'd better take her home and get her settled in." I grabbed my bag and we left. Mike's house was nice. Not as big as Billie's, but he didn't have any kids living with him either. Mike said "You do know I'm engaged, right?" I said,
"Ya... Isn't it to some woman named Sara or Brittney?" He said,
"Brittney." I said,
"Ok...sorry." He forced a small smile and said,
"It's alright." Mike walked me to my bedroom. The room was painted cream and the floors were dark and wooden. The bed had white sheets and a handful of colorful pillow thrown on it. There was a window facing the road. Around the window there was pretty sky blue curtains draped. Sunlight streamed in from the window and patterns on the cool wooden floor. After Mike left me alone I mumbled to myself,
"So this is my new home."
***
Brittney was nice and all, but she never seemed to notice I was alive. I really thought it was dreadful here. This isn't a family. I'll never have a family, a true one anyway. It was sad. I guess Mike took noticed to this, because one night he dropped me off at Tre's. Tre lived with his son, Frankito and his ex-wife, Claudia. He wanted to raise Frankito right. Tre informed me that he had a girlfriend named Angela. I smiled at him and said, "That's awesome." I liked it better at Tre's. It was more like a family there. Tre would talk to me, get to know me more, and after just a few weeks he could tell if something was wrong with me. This might sound crazy, but I kinda thought of Tre as a father. That did sound a bit crazy, didn't it?
***
We started recording the new CD once I got settled in. This would be Green Day's eleventh CD, if you didn't count Bullet In A Bible. I was excited. Billie went over the lyrics and words he wanted me to back him up on. He wanted me to sing parts of songs to make a different, yet, wicked sound. I liked the idea and it did turn out well. Billie said I had just the perfect voice for this new CD. I was happy, for once I was truly happy since Jamie died. We, finally after many practices got every song, every track as perfect as we could. We set a date for the CD to release. I wondered if it would go over well with the older Green Day fans because of the slight change Green Day had made to the music. The CD was a hit, not as big as hit as American Idiot, but just as big as the CD after American Idiot. I was excited, yet scared that someone would find out that I was lying about almost everything.
"Ya... Isn't it to some woman named Sara or Brittney?" He said,
"Brittney." I said,
"Ok...sorry." He forced a small smile and said,
"It's alright." Mike walked me to my bedroom. The room was painted cream and the floors were dark and wooden. The bed had white sheets and a handful of colorful pillow thrown on it. There was a window facing the road. Around the window there was pretty sky blue curtains draped. Sunlight streamed in from the window and patterns on the cool wooden floor. After Mike left me alone I mumbled to myself,
"So this is my new home."
***
Brittney was nice and all, but she never seemed to notice I was alive. I really thought it was dreadful here. This isn't a family. I'll never have a family, a true one anyway. It was sad. I guess Mike took noticed to this, because one night he dropped me off at Tre's. Tre lived with his son, Frankito and his ex-wife, Claudia. He wanted to raise Frankito right. Tre informed me that he had a girlfriend named Angela. I smiled at him and said, "That's awesome." I liked it better at Tre's. It was more like a family there. Tre would talk to me, get to know me more, and after just a few weeks he could tell if something was wrong with me. This might sound crazy, but I kinda thought of Tre as a father. That did sound a bit crazy, didn't it?
***
We started recording the new CD once I got settled in. This would be Green Day's eleventh CD, if you didn't count Bullet In A Bible. I was excited. Billie went over the lyrics and words he wanted me to back him up on. He wanted me to sing parts of songs to make a different, yet, wicked sound. I liked the idea and it did turn out well. Billie said I had just the perfect voice for this new CD. I was happy, for once I was truly happy since Jamie died. We, finally after many practices got every song, every track as perfect as we could. We set a date for the CD to release. I wondered if it would go over well with the older Green Day fans because of the slight change Green Day had made to the music. The CD was a hit, not as big as hit as American Idiot, but just as big as the CD after American Idiot. I was excited, yet scared that someone would find out that I was lying about almost everything.
