Burnout, chapter 1
He could hear the roars of the crowd calling out the band name. It made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck, to think it was only a few years ago that he was a no hope high school drop out living in his mom's house. This had always been something he'd wanted to do, his whole life he knew that things would get better for him.
"Right ready guys you're on in five, four, three, two, one..." He heard the stage manager calling form behind him. This was it butterflies were exploding in his stomach; he looked over at his band mates who also happened to be his best friends.
Mike was standing to his right fidderling nervously with the bottom of his shirt and biting his lip. Mike had been his friend for the longest, they had been through every thing with each other, he leaned over and patted his back Mike gave a weak smile and went back to looking at his feet. Tre was on his left. Tre was a weird guy in general really but he was awesome on the drums so no one really minded. He had out some compact mirror and was desperately trying to apply some eyeliner.
"Come on then, let's rock their little worlds!" Billie screamed making Tre drop his mirror.
"Hell yeah!" Tre and Mike chanted and legged on to the entrance to the stage leaving him alone. The crowds cheered even louder when the guys ran onto the stage. He breathed in heavily taking in every smell and feeling and he ran towards the entrance and up onto the stage. The sunlight blinded him as it bounced off the flags; he kept running until his arms grasped at the microphone stand and the neck of his guitar.
"Hello Oakland!" he screamed. The crowd responding with immense screaming and flashing of cameras.
"Yeah fucking right! We are back home finally and we bring you Dookie!" The crowd screamed even more at Billie's words. Billie smiled to himself, how easy it was for them to control the crowd. He bet half of the kids out there shouldn't even be in a place like this, but he really didn't care they were all here to see his band. He turned to face the guys, Tre was now poised at the ready with his drumsticks and Mike was doing some finger exercises.
"You ready? Straight into Burnout." When the guys nodded Billie mouthed a count in form three and the song began.
They finished 'Burnout' and played four other songs, making the crowd go wild and mosh heavily. They all stopped playing and the crowd fell silent.
"So you all having a fucking good time?" The crowd cheered. "Yeah sweet! Let me introduce the band to you guys. On the drums we have Tre! He launched into a massive drum solo ending in him throwing both drumsticks up in the air and catching them with his teeth, the crowd went nuts. ". On the Bass we Have Mr. sexy Mike Dirnt, Give it up!" Mike did some random strumming. "Okay and I'm guessing you all know me, I am the fucking master." When he had finished the crowd was still going mad and he saw a boy of fifteen being escorted out for crowd surfing. He thought this was mad, but continued into he last song of the night F.O.D.
"Right ready guys you're on in five, four, three, two, one..." He heard the stage manager calling form behind him. This was it butterflies were exploding in his stomach; he looked over at his band mates who also happened to be his best friends.
Mike was standing to his right fidderling nervously with the bottom of his shirt and biting his lip. Mike had been his friend for the longest, they had been through every thing with each other, he leaned over and patted his back Mike gave a weak smile and went back to looking at his feet. Tre was on his left. Tre was a weird guy in general really but he was awesome on the drums so no one really minded. He had out some compact mirror and was desperately trying to apply some eyeliner.
"Come on then, let's rock their little worlds!" Billie screamed making Tre drop his mirror.
"Hell yeah!" Tre and Mike chanted and legged on to the entrance to the stage leaving him alone. The crowds cheered even louder when the guys ran onto the stage. He breathed in heavily taking in every smell and feeling and he ran towards the entrance and up onto the stage. The sunlight blinded him as it bounced off the flags; he kept running until his arms grasped at the microphone stand and the neck of his guitar.
"Hello Oakland!" he screamed. The crowd responding with immense screaming and flashing of cameras.
"Yeah fucking right! We are back home finally and we bring you Dookie!" The crowd screamed even more at Billie's words. Billie smiled to himself, how easy it was for them to control the crowd. He bet half of the kids out there shouldn't even be in a place like this, but he really didn't care they were all here to see his band. He turned to face the guys, Tre was now poised at the ready with his drumsticks and Mike was doing some finger exercises.
"You ready? Straight into Burnout." When the guys nodded Billie mouthed a count in form three and the song began.
They finished 'Burnout' and played four other songs, making the crowd go wild and mosh heavily. They all stopped playing and the crowd fell silent.
"So you all having a fucking good time?" The crowd cheered. "Yeah sweet! Let me introduce the band to you guys. On the drums we have Tre! He launched into a massive drum solo ending in him throwing both drumsticks up in the air and catching them with his teeth, the crowd went nuts. ". On the Bass we Have Mr. sexy Mike Dirnt, Give it up!" Mike did some random strumming. "Okay and I'm guessing you all know me, I am the fucking master." When he had finished the crowd was still going mad and he saw a boy of fifteen being escorted out for crowd surfing. He thought this was mad, but continued into he last song of the night F.O.D.
