A Familiar Face, chapter 2

Ok, well I got up with a screeching alarm clock by my side.

"Damn, what time is it?!" I thought.

Well, I got up and followed through the hallway. And I found Mike, Billie Joe, and Tre there.

"Ok Kayla," Billie Joe said. "You are going to be on this tour and it's the last stop at my house before we leave. You will have to adjust to the schedule of waking up and all that kinds of stuff. There is a bathroom, kitchen and bedrooms to make you feel comfortable."

"My turn," Tre yelled. "Ok, ummm... it's gonna be...... awww shit Billie, you made me fucking forget what I was saying! Mike you know? Then say it!"

"What Tre was TRYING to say," Mike went on, "was that it might be a tough fucking crowd and they might think you're some kid that was rich and that's how you got in. Don't fucking listen to them. They are assholes and we chose you out of talent."

Ok, things make a little more sense now. Ok, I had a few questions, but they could wait until I was on that bus.

We walked in, settled down, except Tre ("Can I get some nice, fresh doughnut sprinkles?"). I talked to Billie Joe for a while...cause I was still damn confused.

"Uhh....Billie Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I have a few questions, firstly, does my Mom know where I am?"

"Well, we had your sister explain. After a few reluctant hours....she let us. I don't know many moms that would let their child go with rock stars and tour with them. You have an awesome mom, don't wear her out," Billie Joe answered.

I couldn't help but smile. Billie Joe was so fucking cool.

"Ok, what city are we heading to?"

"It's gonna take us awhile, but we have to go to Chicago. It won't be a boring ride though, I mean, Tre's still here."

I smiled. I smiled and thought, "I have no idea how this happened, but it did and it fucking rocks."

We arrived at Chicago at 3:27pm in the time zone in California, so it was about 7:33pm when we got there.

"Ok, I get to try and talk again," said Tre, glaring at Billie Joe a little. "We have 15 minutes to practice. Let's start with Jesus of Suburbia!"

So we practiced until we went onstage. Like always, we started with American Idiot...and the show was going good....until the middle of the concert.

One guy was booing me and screaming things out like, "WHORE!!! GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE!! YOU'RE AN INGREAT BASTERD!!!"

I was getting pissed and out of nowhere, I attacked. I jumped into the crowd and started beating the ever living shit out of him. Then the body guards pulled me back on stage. I knew someone had called the cops because there was a bunch of them coming up. The concert as I could see, was over.

The cops walked over and finally made an agreement. If it never happened again, they would let me go for $146.72 and everything would be dropped. We took the deal and went aboard the bus and left.

I started talking immediately. "I am so sorry guys...I swear to god I did not what so ever have any intentions of doing that."

They looked at each other and stated laughing.

Mike spoke first. "You should have seen yourself. You were going at him. I really think you knocked him out!"

"You have a good wait of bullshit, but when you can't take anymore...ROAR! You attacked his ass!" Tre said happily.

Billie Joe just smiled and said, "You are going to have a just as bad record as me. And you can take that as a compliment 'cause that's what I meant for it to be."

That night we had a good dinner: lasagna with root beer.

I was tired so I went to bed early.

I said one more thing before I went to bed to Billie Joe though.

"Hey Billie Joe!"

"Yeah?"

"What time do we have to wake up?"

Billie Joe laughed. "You will be happy. You don't have to wake up before 12:00pm."

I smiled, "Good night Billie."

"Night Kayla."