“Who Would've Thought Getting Knocked Down Would End So Well?”, chapter 1
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"Whoa, what a fall! Are you ok?" A concerned looking Billie Joe was staring at me as I looked up at him in amazement.
"I'm ok" I stammered as I struggled to get up. It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened. I was moshing, singing at the top of my lungs to Basket Case at the Green Day concert when a stage diver - who Billie Joe had encouraged no less - crashed right into me. That's when I realized the concert had stopped and everyone's eyes were on me. I mumbled,
"I'm accident prone, I'm used to it." The band members looked relieved and Billie Joe had a huge grin on his face.
"Let's hear it for the survivor" screamed an excited and relieved Billie Joe and the crowd screamed back. The music started again and I tried to forget how mortified I was just a few minutes ago. After the concert, I was still rubbing my head as I started to leave the venue.
"Hey, wait!" Someone was yelling but I kept walking since I had come to the concert alone. I suddenly turned around as a person grabbed my hand. It was Billie Joe Armstrong.
"Uh, hi" was all I could get out and my face turned a deep shade of red.
Billie Joe flashed me one of his killer smiles and continued. "I'm so sorry about what happened tonight. Do you want to maybe come backstage and hang with me and the guys?" Wow, who thought getting knocked down would end so well?
"Really? Uh, yeah of course I'll come" I muttered as I followed him past the guards.
As I walked into the room where the rest of the guys were, Tre Cool, THE Tre fuckin Cool was standing on his head, singing 'Girls just wanna have fun.' I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. He saw me, grinned, and fell over, kicking Mike in the process.
"Watch where you swing those fuckin legs, man" Mike grumbled and walked away, annoyed. Tears were streaming from my eyes, I was laughing so much.
Tre looked at Mike. "Well if she (pointing at me) could survive having some guy knock her down then I think you can handle me, buddy."
Mike ignored Tre and started toward me.
"Hey, I'm Mike." As if I didn't know that. I'd spent most of my life making it a point of knowing who they were. Their music had helped me though more rough patches than I could remember.
"Yeah I know" I said as took his hand and smiled. I introduced myself to everyone in the room, namely, Green Day. Was this really happening?! We sat around getting to know each other, having a few beers and shots in the process. It was when we started to get drunk that things became a little more interesting. It had been a while since I had gotten drunk so I have having a little bit of trouble handling my liquor. I stumbled over to Billie Joe and practically fell onto his lap.
"Well hullooooo to you too, Amelia" he slurred. He had been staring at me all night. I'd pretended not to notice but I couldn't take it anymore.
"Do I have a booger or something?" I began to swat at my face and he grinned.
"No, really, get it off!" Tre came over and licked my face.
"There, it's gone and it was yummy!"
"Eww, Tre, there wasn't even anything on her face, man." Billie Joe just sat there, amused by it all. Mike shook his head and closed his eyes, he was so wasted. Tre, on the other hand, had the energy of 10 men. Wiping Tre's slobber off onto Billie's shirt, I laughed. I enjoyed the feeling of being so close to him. He must have enjoyed it too because he threw his arm around my shoulder. I still couldn't believe that I was here, drinking with my favourite band and being so comfortable with them. I lazily took my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time and jumped of the couch.
"Shit" I muttered. It was 8:00 am and I had to get to work. Where had the time gone? I didn't want to leave the guys but I needed to keep my job. Besides, they were pretty much passed out anyway.
"Bye guys, it was amazing meeting you. Thanks for getting me knocked over so I could spend time with you. Bye!" I ran out of the room before any of them could answer and hurried towards my car. I was about 5 minutes away when I realized I had dropped my phone. Fuck. I had to go back to get it, all of my work contacts were in that phone and I'd be screwed without it. I turned my car around and headed back to the venue. Billie Joe was standing in the doorway smiling knowingly when I returned. He was holding my cell phone.
"Forgot something?"
"Uh, yeah, my phone. But you knew that, didn't you?" I grabbed it from him and turned to leave.
"Bye, last night was fun, I needed that" he said with a smile. But his smile made it seem like he was hiding something. I just shrugged it off, gave him a hug and said goodbye again. I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to keep in touch, but really, what did I expect?
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"You're late, Amelia."
"I know, Mr. Brown. I'm sorry, there was an unbelievable amount of traffic" I lied.
"I'll make it up and stay later today." He just grumbled and walked off. Did I mention I hate this guy?
"Hey Amelia, how was the concert?" Pam, the only cool person at work and a huge Green Day fan, was curious about the concert.
"Shhh, I was 'sick' remember?" I was trying to shush her. I had called in sick yesterday because my boss wouldn't let me have the time off.
"You won't believe what happened!" I answered with as much excitement I could get into a whisper. Just then, Mr. Brown appeared behind me.
"YOU CALLED IN SICK TO GO TO A STUPID CONCERT!" He was screaming at me. "THIS IS ENOUGH AMELIA, I'VE NEVER BEEN PLEASED WITH YOU, YOU'RE FIRED! PACK YOUR THINGS AND BE OUT BY THE END OF THE DAY."
Shit. I really needed this job. I had no money saved. I was still struggling to pay off school, my apartment, and my crappy car. I started to cry out of frustration and embarrassment. Why did he have to yell at me like that in front of everyone? Asshole. He reminded me of my father. I shrugged off the thought and started to pack my things. Pam felt really guilty and apologized but I was still in shock. I started to erase my work contacts' phone numbers. I scrolled through my cell and noticed an entry I didn't remember making. It said 'Billie' and there was a phone number.
"I'm ok" I stammered as I struggled to get up. It took me a few seconds to remember what had happened. I was moshing, singing at the top of my lungs to Basket Case at the Green Day concert when a stage diver - who Billie Joe had encouraged no less - crashed right into me. That's when I realized the concert had stopped and everyone's eyes were on me. I mumbled,
"I'm accident prone, I'm used to it." The band members looked relieved and Billie Joe had a huge grin on his face.
"Let's hear it for the survivor" screamed an excited and relieved Billie Joe and the crowd screamed back. The music started again and I tried to forget how mortified I was just a few minutes ago. After the concert, I was still rubbing my head as I started to leave the venue.
"Hey, wait!" Someone was yelling but I kept walking since I had come to the concert alone. I suddenly turned around as a person grabbed my hand. It was Billie Joe Armstrong.
"Uh, hi" was all I could get out and my face turned a deep shade of red.
Billie Joe flashed me one of his killer smiles and continued. "I'm so sorry about what happened tonight. Do you want to maybe come backstage and hang with me and the guys?" Wow, who thought getting knocked down would end so well?
"Really? Uh, yeah of course I'll come" I muttered as I followed him past the guards.
As I walked into the room where the rest of the guys were, Tre Cool, THE Tre fuckin Cool was standing on his head, singing 'Girls just wanna have fun.' I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. He saw me, grinned, and fell over, kicking Mike in the process.
"Watch where you swing those fuckin legs, man" Mike grumbled and walked away, annoyed. Tears were streaming from my eyes, I was laughing so much.
Tre looked at Mike. "Well if she (pointing at me) could survive having some guy knock her down then I think you can handle me, buddy."
Mike ignored Tre and started toward me.
"Hey, I'm Mike." As if I didn't know that. I'd spent most of my life making it a point of knowing who they were. Their music had helped me though more rough patches than I could remember.
"Yeah I know" I said as took his hand and smiled. I introduced myself to everyone in the room, namely, Green Day. Was this really happening?! We sat around getting to know each other, having a few beers and shots in the process. It was when we started to get drunk that things became a little more interesting. It had been a while since I had gotten drunk so I have having a little bit of trouble handling my liquor. I stumbled over to Billie Joe and practically fell onto his lap.
"Well hullooooo to you too, Amelia" he slurred. He had been staring at me all night. I'd pretended not to notice but I couldn't take it anymore.
"Do I have a booger or something?" I began to swat at my face and he grinned.
"No, really, get it off!" Tre came over and licked my face.
"There, it's gone and it was yummy!"
"Eww, Tre, there wasn't even anything on her face, man." Billie Joe just sat there, amused by it all. Mike shook his head and closed his eyes, he was so wasted. Tre, on the other hand, had the energy of 10 men. Wiping Tre's slobber off onto Billie's shirt, I laughed. I enjoyed the feeling of being so close to him. He must have enjoyed it too because he threw his arm around my shoulder. I still couldn't believe that I was here, drinking with my favourite band and being so comfortable with them. I lazily took my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time and jumped of the couch.
"Shit" I muttered. It was 8:00 am and I had to get to work. Where had the time gone? I didn't want to leave the guys but I needed to keep my job. Besides, they were pretty much passed out anyway.
"Bye guys, it was amazing meeting you. Thanks for getting me knocked over so I could spend time with you. Bye!" I ran out of the room before any of them could answer and hurried towards my car. I was about 5 minutes away when I realized I had dropped my phone. Fuck. I had to go back to get it, all of my work contacts were in that phone and I'd be screwed without it. I turned my car around and headed back to the venue. Billie Joe was standing in the doorway smiling knowingly when I returned. He was holding my cell phone.
"Forgot something?"
"Uh, yeah, my phone. But you knew that, didn't you?" I grabbed it from him and turned to leave.
"Bye, last night was fun, I needed that" he said with a smile. But his smile made it seem like he was hiding something. I just shrugged it off, gave him a hug and said goodbye again. I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to keep in touch, but really, what did I expect?
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"You're late, Amelia."
"I know, Mr. Brown. I'm sorry, there was an unbelievable amount of traffic" I lied.
"I'll make it up and stay later today." He just grumbled and walked off. Did I mention I hate this guy?
"Hey Amelia, how was the concert?" Pam, the only cool person at work and a huge Green Day fan, was curious about the concert.
"Shhh, I was 'sick' remember?" I was trying to shush her. I had called in sick yesterday because my boss wouldn't let me have the time off.
"You won't believe what happened!" I answered with as much excitement I could get into a whisper. Just then, Mr. Brown appeared behind me.
"YOU CALLED IN SICK TO GO TO A STUPID CONCERT!" He was screaming at me. "THIS IS ENOUGH AMELIA, I'VE NEVER BEEN PLEASED WITH YOU, YOU'RE FIRED! PACK YOUR THINGS AND BE OUT BY THE END OF THE DAY."
Shit. I really needed this job. I had no money saved. I was still struggling to pay off school, my apartment, and my crappy car. I started to cry out of frustration and embarrassment. Why did he have to yell at me like that in front of everyone? Asshole. He reminded me of my father. I shrugged off the thought and started to pack my things. Pam felt really guilty and apologized but I was still in shock. I started to erase my work contacts' phone numbers. I scrolled through my cell and noticed an entry I didn't remember making. It said 'Billie' and there was a phone number.
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