The Secret, chapter 1
"Billie!! Where the fuck are you?" yelled Tré. "Don't you know we're pressed!?"
Billie ran down the stairs, putting on his sweatshirt jacket.
"I'm coming!! Wait for me!" he screamed, and literally jumped into his Converse shoes.
Tré carried a drift of piled stuff: shirts, food, books, CDs...
"Tré! You can't carry all that!" gasped Billie, hopping to his friend's rescue.
"Mike is in the bus. Something was wrong with it, but I guess he fixed it... I mean, according to the big explosion, he would--"
"EXPLOSION?" cried Billie, almost dropping everything he carried.
Tré shrieked with laughter.
"Did you believe that? Haha, shit! I did it!" He made a victory dance in front of Billie's astonished face. "You're not that stupid, are you?"
"Fuck off", muttred Billie. "I'm not having mood today, okay?"
Tré got all quiet. Billie looked really grumpy, actually. His eyes were bloodshot and he stumbled out through the door.
"Billie!" shouted Tré. "Is everything alright?"
It was quiet for a while, and all Tré heard was Billie's feet hitting the gravel path outside.
"I'm fine... can I be alone, please?"
"Hey, Billie! We're a band, you can tell me anything!" Tré stuck his head around the corner, only seeing Billie's back.
Billie turned around.
"Tré, what if I don't want to tell you everything?!"
Bille sighed and walked towards their tour bus.
Tré made a weird face to the mirror in the hall. Then he started to check if everything was packed in all bags. His favorite drumsticks... check. Underwear... check. Some books... check. Drums... yes, they were already in the bus. Basses... check. Blue... shit. Blue! Tré laid everything he carried on the first steps. Then he ran upstairs looking for Blue. He went in to Billie's room, which looked very empty, almost everything was boxed up. Even the posters, Tré noticed with a little smile. He started out rapidly looking under the bed, then under the table, but he finally found it wrapped in a quilt in the wardrobe.
"Oh here you are", said Tré mostly to himself, putting Blue in the gigbag and then rushing down the stairs again.
"Tré!" roared Mike from the bus' open window. "For fuck's sake, we're in a hurry! Do you want to make this tour or not?"
Tré felt like he just got a pile of shit right in the face.
"What the hell!" he screamed back. "I've just fetched Blue! This fucking tour would never become a tour without Blue!"
He couldn't see Billie, he was probably sulking in the back seat.
"Oh!" cried Mike. "Oh, okay, sorry, but hurry up now!"
Tré threw in haste the stuff he carried into the bus, ran to lock the door to the house and then jumped in to the front seat.
He had a look at Billie over his shoulder. He had Blue in his knee, strumming on the strings. He looked rigidly forwards and really thoughtful. The black truckercap was turned back to front, little bit skew.
"Billie, please, you're not yourself--", tried Tré.
"Thanks, but no thank you!" said Billie sharp, still with a blank expression.
"What have I done to you?" asked Tré. "Hey, mate, have I done something weird?"
Billie didn't answer for a while. Tré stared at him.
"No, Tré, you haven't." His eyes lift up from the daze, and he faced Tré with a painful face. "No you haven't."
"Then, what's the matter?!"
"Tré, please... I may tell you when I'm ready, alright?"
"Alright."
Billie ran down the stairs, putting on his sweatshirt jacket.
"I'm coming!! Wait for me!" he screamed, and literally jumped into his Converse shoes.
Tré carried a drift of piled stuff: shirts, food, books, CDs...
"Tré! You can't carry all that!" gasped Billie, hopping to his friend's rescue.
"Mike is in the bus. Something was wrong with it, but I guess he fixed it... I mean, according to the big explosion, he would--"
"EXPLOSION?" cried Billie, almost dropping everything he carried.
Tré shrieked with laughter.
"Did you believe that? Haha, shit! I did it!" He made a victory dance in front of Billie's astonished face. "You're not that stupid, are you?"
"Fuck off", muttred Billie. "I'm not having mood today, okay?"
Tré got all quiet. Billie looked really grumpy, actually. His eyes were bloodshot and he stumbled out through the door.
"Billie!" shouted Tré. "Is everything alright?"
It was quiet for a while, and all Tré heard was Billie's feet hitting the gravel path outside.
"I'm fine... can I be alone, please?"
"Hey, Billie! We're a band, you can tell me anything!" Tré stuck his head around the corner, only seeing Billie's back.
Billie turned around.
"Tré, what if I don't want to tell you everything?!"
Bille sighed and walked towards their tour bus.
Tré made a weird face to the mirror in the hall. Then he started to check if everything was packed in all bags. His favorite drumsticks... check. Underwear... check. Some books... check. Drums... yes, they were already in the bus. Basses... check. Blue... shit. Blue! Tré laid everything he carried on the first steps. Then he ran upstairs looking for Blue. He went in to Billie's room, which looked very empty, almost everything was boxed up. Even the posters, Tré noticed with a little smile. He started out rapidly looking under the bed, then under the table, but he finally found it wrapped in a quilt in the wardrobe.
"Oh here you are", said Tré mostly to himself, putting Blue in the gigbag and then rushing down the stairs again.
"Tré!" roared Mike from the bus' open window. "For fuck's sake, we're in a hurry! Do you want to make this tour or not?"
Tré felt like he just got a pile of shit right in the face.
"What the hell!" he screamed back. "I've just fetched Blue! This fucking tour would never become a tour without Blue!"
He couldn't see Billie, he was probably sulking in the back seat.
"Oh!" cried Mike. "Oh, okay, sorry, but hurry up now!"
Tré threw in haste the stuff he carried into the bus, ran to lock the door to the house and then jumped in to the front seat.
He had a look at Billie over his shoulder. He had Blue in his knee, strumming on the strings. He looked rigidly forwards and really thoughtful. The black truckercap was turned back to front, little bit skew.
"Billie, please, you're not yourself--", tried Tré.
"Thanks, but no thank you!" said Billie sharp, still with a blank expression.
"What have I done to you?" asked Tré. "Hey, mate, have I done something weird?"
Billie didn't answer for a while. Tré stared at him.
"No, Tré, you haven't." His eyes lift up from the daze, and he faced Tré with a painful face. "No you haven't."
"Then, what's the matter?!"
"Tré, please... I may tell you when I'm ready, alright?"
"Alright."
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