Uptight, chapter 3
"Why don't you have a seat? I have a feeling or at least hope they'll all be a while." I said never taking my eyes off Billie.
Billie walked over to the couch and sat down right beside me.
"I'm impressed. How many shows have you done?" Asked Billie
"I think this is our fifth show or something I kinda lost count."
"Wow that's really impressing! Our first few shows were shit."
"Nah I'm sure they were great I mean you guys are like the best performers ever!"
"Yeah now but it took us so many fucking years to get here."
"Meh I still think your shows must have been better than ours."
"Think what you want"
"Don't Worry, I will"
Billie laughed and smiled at me.
"You guys remind me of Green Day; annoying punks who won't fucking give up."
"Uhhh thanks... . I think. Hey Billie... "
"Yeah?"
"Don't think I'm stupid or a freek or anything, but I'v always dreamed of meeting you and I was wondering how you think of such great songs?"
"Well if I'm not supposed to think you're stupid then why do you have S T U P I D written on your forehead?"
"Fuck is that still there!? I'll get that son of a bitch... ."
Billie looked at me with questioning eyes.
"We were messing around before the show and Jack wrote that on my forehead and I totally forgot about it."
"Okayyyy. Yeah, bout the songs... . Fuck... . I really don't know... . I just go for a walk and let whatever shit flow into my head and if I like it I write it down when I get home."
"Wow you're lucky you can remember it for that long. I'll think of something and then forget it when I go to write it down. I usually end up remembering it in the most stupid, inconvenient times so I usually end up forgetting it again.
Billie just laughed at me and looked down at me with glistening green eyes.
"Damn, I'm so fucking tired." I said
"You can sleep; I don't mind,"
"Thanks" I said as I laid down putting my head on Billie's lap.
"Hey before you fall asleep I was just wondering... .."
"Yeah what?"
"Ummmm I was wondering if you wanted to meet me here for supper tomorrow night. I don't think there are any bands performing but I'm sure they'll play music or something."
"Wow I never knew I would ever have Billie Joe Armstrong asking me to go for dinner with him."
"So is it a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes."
"Great so I'll pick you up at... Seven?"
"Sure!"
"Ok great!" Billie smiled to himself and settled back in the couch as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep on Billie's lap. Yes Billie Joe Armstrong's lap.
Billie walked over to the couch and sat down right beside me.
"I'm impressed. How many shows have you done?" Asked Billie
"I think this is our fifth show or something I kinda lost count."
"Wow that's really impressing! Our first few shows were shit."
"Nah I'm sure they were great I mean you guys are like the best performers ever!"
"Yeah now but it took us so many fucking years to get here."
"Meh I still think your shows must have been better than ours."
"Think what you want"
"Don't Worry, I will"
Billie laughed and smiled at me.
"You guys remind me of Green Day; annoying punks who won't fucking give up."
"Uhhh thanks... . I think. Hey Billie... "
"Yeah?"
"Don't think I'm stupid or a freek or anything, but I'v always dreamed of meeting you and I was wondering how you think of such great songs?"
"Well if I'm not supposed to think you're stupid then why do you have S T U P I D written on your forehead?"
"Fuck is that still there!? I'll get that son of a bitch... ."
Billie looked at me with questioning eyes.
"We were messing around before the show and Jack wrote that on my forehead and I totally forgot about it."
"Okayyyy. Yeah, bout the songs... . Fuck... . I really don't know... . I just go for a walk and let whatever shit flow into my head and if I like it I write it down when I get home."
"Wow you're lucky you can remember it for that long. I'll think of something and then forget it when I go to write it down. I usually end up remembering it in the most stupid, inconvenient times so I usually end up forgetting it again.
Billie just laughed at me and looked down at me with glistening green eyes.
"Damn, I'm so fucking tired." I said
"You can sleep; I don't mind,"
"Thanks" I said as I laid down putting my head on Billie's lap.
"Hey before you fall asleep I was just wondering... .."
"Yeah what?"
"Ummmm I was wondering if you wanted to meet me here for supper tomorrow night. I don't think there are any bands performing but I'm sure they'll play music or something."
"Wow I never knew I would ever have Billie Joe Armstrong asking me to go for dinner with him."
"So is it a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes."
"Great so I'll pick you up at... Seven?"
"Sure!"
"Ok great!" Billie smiled to himself and settled back in the couch as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep on Billie's lap. Yes Billie Joe Armstrong's lap.
