The Secret, chapter 3
The gig was great. Not plenty of people though, about fourty to fifty. They played Knowledge, 2000 Lightyears Away, 80, Christie Road, Welcome to Paradise and Going to Pasalacqua.
"Come on now, let's take a beer!" shouted Tré, very focused on juggling his drumsticks. He caught the sticks and pulled Billie's shirt.
"Hey, you can't lgo and lay in bed now! Let's party! Listen--"
Billie turned to Tré with a sick face and hanging arms. The energy he had on the stage had completely vanished.
"That's it. I gotta tell you."
The party never came off. Instead, the tree guys sat in their hotel room. The atmospehere was a pile of shit. All three were shocked.
"Umm, is it okay?" asked Billie Joe to break the nasty silence that covered them.
"It's... it's fantastic!" screamed Mike. "Holy shit, it's so... surrealistic, but... aww, congratulations!!"
He flew off the bed and hugged his friend. Billie pat his back twice, almost apathically.
"So when did you get to know it then?" asked Tré, still a bit of shocked.
"Three weeks after we were fucking", answered Billie Joe, smiling at the memory.
"And when's the baby supposed to arrive?"
"Well... we have no date yet but in about eight months, I guess."
"This is... awesome. BILLIE'S GONNA BE A FATHER! HIP HIP--" started Tré as loud as possible.
"Hey, Tré, easy!!" shouted Mike, waving his arms over his head.
When Tré got silent, Mike kept on the asking.
"Is that the reason you've been sick-- I mean, not yourself?" he said, with a almost too kind glance.
Billie nodded, and after five seconds the tears erupted again.
"I'm... I'm so afraid, what if... what if the kid will hate me? What... what if it will get a shitty upbringing? Maybe I'm not a good father, and--"
"Stop!!" cried Mike angrily. "Billie!! You can't say so! It's gonna be wonderful... you're gonna get this kid, you're gonna upbring it, you will bring it happiness--"
"How can you be so sure?" whined Billie sulky, and wiped the tears irritated.
"Listen, if you bring us happiness, this kid will get happiness, do you understand that?" said Mike, putting his arm around Billie.
Billie's eyes were still wet, but he saved the tears from flowing. Determinded, he stepped up from the bed, walking across the room towards the window.
"Billie?" said Tré. "Billie, Mike is right. We love you. If you're sad, we're sad... and, why are you sad? There's nothing to be afraid of--"
"Tré, Mike..." Billie cut him off and turned to them instead of the world outside the house. "I don't know what's going on, it's like... I... I'm so nervous and... I can't believe that..." he had a deep sigh.
"Hey... what does Adie think when you ain't at home with her?" Mike came up.
"She's like you", said Billie, sauntering to and fro in the room. "She wants me to do what I want... and... I don't wanna leave her alone! But I wanna make this tour, and I wanna see you too... I still want to be with her... But she said I could go, and I did of course..."
Mike and Tré looked at him understanding.
"Well, Billie... Just... just follow your heart."
"You know what, guys? I don't give a shit about my heart right now, I do... I'll take every day as it comes."
Mike couldn't keep a smile away.
"Come on now, let's take a beer!" shouted Tré, very focused on juggling his drumsticks. He caught the sticks and pulled Billie's shirt.
"Hey, you can't lgo and lay in bed now! Let's party! Listen--"
Billie turned to Tré with a sick face and hanging arms. The energy he had on the stage had completely vanished.
"That's it. I gotta tell you."
The party never came off. Instead, the tree guys sat in their hotel room. The atmospehere was a pile of shit. All three were shocked.
"Umm, is it okay?" asked Billie Joe to break the nasty silence that covered them.
"It's... it's fantastic!" screamed Mike. "Holy shit, it's so... surrealistic, but... aww, congratulations!!"
He flew off the bed and hugged his friend. Billie pat his back twice, almost apathically.
"So when did you get to know it then?" asked Tré, still a bit of shocked.
"Three weeks after we were fucking", answered Billie Joe, smiling at the memory.
"And when's the baby supposed to arrive?"
"Well... we have no date yet but in about eight months, I guess."
"This is... awesome. BILLIE'S GONNA BE A FATHER! HIP HIP--" started Tré as loud as possible.
"Hey, Tré, easy!!" shouted Mike, waving his arms over his head.
When Tré got silent, Mike kept on the asking.
"Is that the reason you've been sick-- I mean, not yourself?" he said, with a almost too kind glance.
Billie nodded, and after five seconds the tears erupted again.
"I'm... I'm so afraid, what if... what if the kid will hate me? What... what if it will get a shitty upbringing? Maybe I'm not a good father, and--"
"Stop!!" cried Mike angrily. "Billie!! You can't say so! It's gonna be wonderful... you're gonna get this kid, you're gonna upbring it, you will bring it happiness--"
"How can you be so sure?" whined Billie sulky, and wiped the tears irritated.
"Listen, if you bring us happiness, this kid will get happiness, do you understand that?" said Mike, putting his arm around Billie.
Billie's eyes were still wet, but he saved the tears from flowing. Determinded, he stepped up from the bed, walking across the room towards the window.
"Billie?" said Tré. "Billie, Mike is right. We love you. If you're sad, we're sad... and, why are you sad? There's nothing to be afraid of--"
"Tré, Mike..." Billie cut him off and turned to them instead of the world outside the house. "I don't know what's going on, it's like... I... I'm so nervous and... I can't believe that..." he had a deep sigh.
"Hey... what does Adie think when you ain't at home with her?" Mike came up.
"She's like you", said Billie, sauntering to and fro in the room. "She wants me to do what I want... and... I don't wanna leave her alone! But I wanna make this tour, and I wanna see you too... I still want to be with her... But she said I could go, and I did of course..."
Mike and Tré looked at him understanding.
"Well, Billie... Just... just follow your heart."
"You know what, guys? I don't give a shit about my heart right now, I do... I'll take every day as it comes."
Mike couldn't keep a smile away.
