The Secret, chapter 7
"Billie, what happened?" asked Adie, knocking the door to the bedroom and walked in. She was halfway through washing clothes, carrying a mountain of clothes.
Billie was still shocked. He laid, totally apathetic on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Green Day didn't exist any longer. The band was split. All the memories of the fun were already fading away through Billie's mind.
He couldn't answer Adrienne's question, he didn't even know what just happened an hour ago. They ate dinner. They had a fight. They quit the band. Tré and Mike went away...
"Sweetheart? Are you mad at each other?"
"To keep it simple, yeah. We're furious," mumbled Billie.
"Why? I didn't understand anything." Adie settled down beside him. "What happened to the band?"
"IT'S GONE. GREEN DAY IS GONE!" Billie suddenly cried in a despair. And now, the tears flew from his eyes. He turned so that he laid on his stomach.
His girlfriend stroke his back.
"Ohh, baby..." she sighed. "I don't know what to say... What... Do you... Do you want to be alone? Or shall I be here?"
"Stay," sobbed Billie. He felt safe with Adie's warm hand stroking his back and his hair.
Days flied by. It was soon Christmas, but Billie didn't care. Everything he wanted from that damn Santa was to get Green Day back.
Billie wasn't a person. He wasn't a man. He was a zombie, a wreck.
The sixth of December, the phone rang.
"Yeah, Billie."
Nobody answered his greeting.
"Billie. Hello?"
"Oh, Billie," said a thin voice from the other end of the line. "It's Mike."
Billie had no idea about what he was supposed to say.
"Are you listening? Billie?"
"Yes,
"I don't know if this was a very good idea after all."
"Aha?"
"So, well, Tré and I have already talked. Do you -- do you want to do this any more?"
Billie bite his lip.
"Umm," he started. "I miss the fun. I miss you, guys. And I miss the feeling. But I don't miss our arguments, you know..."
"I know," answered Mike. "But, let's have a try. Can't you come over to Tré tomorrow?"
"Yeah," said Billie. "I could."
"Fine... How are you doing anyway?"
The big smile spread on Billie's face. The big black cloud faded until it vanished. Only Mike's voice released the knots of the rope. Billie wasn't a zombie any longer. He was the man.
Billie was still shocked. He laid, totally apathetic on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Green Day didn't exist any longer. The band was split. All the memories of the fun were already fading away through Billie's mind.
He couldn't answer Adrienne's question, he didn't even know what just happened an hour ago. They ate dinner. They had a fight. They quit the band. Tré and Mike went away...
"Sweetheart? Are you mad at each other?"
"To keep it simple, yeah. We're furious," mumbled Billie.
"Why? I didn't understand anything." Adie settled down beside him. "What happened to the band?"
"IT'S GONE. GREEN DAY IS GONE!" Billie suddenly cried in a despair. And now, the tears flew from his eyes. He turned so that he laid on his stomach.
His girlfriend stroke his back.
"Ohh, baby..." she sighed. "I don't know what to say... What... Do you... Do you want to be alone? Or shall I be here?"
"Stay," sobbed Billie. He felt safe with Adie's warm hand stroking his back and his hair.
Days flied by. It was soon Christmas, but Billie didn't care. Everything he wanted from that damn Santa was to get Green Day back.
Billie wasn't a person. He wasn't a man. He was a zombie, a wreck.
The sixth of December, the phone rang.
"Yeah, Billie."
Nobody answered his greeting.
"Billie. Hello?"
"Oh, Billie," said a thin voice from the other end of the line. "It's Mike."
Billie had no idea about what he was supposed to say.
"Are you listening? Billie?"
"Yes,
"I don't know if this was a very good idea after all."
"Aha?"
"So, well, Tré and I have already talked. Do you -- do you want to do this any more?"
Billie bite his lip.
"Umm," he started. "I miss the fun. I miss you, guys. And I miss the feeling. But I don't miss our arguments, you know..."
"I know," answered Mike. "But, let's have a try. Can't you come over to Tré tomorrow?"
"Yeah," said Billie. "I could."
"Fine... How are you doing anyway?"
The big smile spread on Billie's face. The big black cloud faded until it vanished. Only Mike's voice released the knots of the rope. Billie wasn't a zombie any longer. He was the man.
