Best Year Of My Life, chapter 1
"WOOOOOO!" I screamed, as I slid down the bannisters at Macy's. "This fucks ALL! '" Thud! I smashed into someone, causing myself to fall off the stairs. My trusty Green Day converses were crumpled underneath me as I got up. I expected to see and old biddy, ready to slap me with her handbag, but instead I saw a menacing smile and sparkling blue eyes... No! It couldn't be... Could it?!
Scrambling to pick up all my bags, I took ANOTHER double-take.. It was! Tré Cool, the person that'd inspired me to learn drums, was standing in front me, smiling his ass off. "Having fun?!" he chuckled "wanna 'nother go?! I'll race ya!" I couldn't believe that my idol was standing there...
"Gahh!" I groaned.." Fuck, I should say somethin'!" I thought "H... H... Hi! I'm G.. G.. Grace.. I... I'm Sorry I bumped into you there."
"Been tormenting ANOTHER girl again, Tré?" a voice called.." Fuck!" I screamed..." Poop that shouldn't have come out!" I turned around on my heel and saw two men coming towards me. "ARGH!" I screamed (yet again)
"Nuh huh! She assaulted me!" Tre whined "Grace, meet Billie and Mike"
"GAHHH!" I seemed to only be able to scream, double-take and gahh! "Right.. Great impact Tré!" Billie muttered, eyes glittering.
"I.. I'm Grace!" A surge seemed to go through me and before I knew it I'd blurted out "I'm 20 and I play drums, guitar, bass and cow bells!... FUCK!.. Wanna go for coffee?!"
"YIPPEE!" Mike squealed in delight," I haven't had a coffee in nearly TWO hours!"
"Ok!" I was a bit taken back but still! I motioned for them to move out of the great, glass doors.
"So what you guys doing here?... In Macy's?!" I squealed
"Um.. A certain someone had run off to the candy store, and me and Billie were looking for him." At the words "certain someone" Mike glared at Tré.
"What I do?!" Tré scowled, pouting his lips, as Mike had interrupted his performance of burping the alphabet backwards.
"Oh never mind!" Mike snarled.. He seemed good at snarling =D
"I'd better get going then. See you around!" I called. I went up to the bar to order a cheech for Tré.. I had "assaulted" him after all.
When I got back to the table, no-one was there but a piece of paper. Studying it, I gasped. It was Tré's phone number! My phone buzzed, scaring the living shit outta me. "Heylo?" I answered.
"GRACE! IT TRÉ!" a voice squealed
"FUCK TRÉ! How'd ya get my number?!" It was a pretty impressive answer - for someone like Tré
"I did the numbers and phoned random people and I came up with yours! WOOO! I ROCK ALL!"
"Nuh huh" I disagreed. "Sliding down bannisters rocks all!"
"Mooha! Say, wanna come around mine... Show me a bit of action on the drums?"
"YES!" I did a celebration dance around the table, earning many dirty looks off passers-by.
He gave me the directions and told me to bring my best drumsticks, my bass and guitar.
"Huh?! Why my guitar and bass?!"
"Wanna hear you play em! So does Billie and Mike!"
"Fuck! I can't do that! I'm rubbish!"
"Fuck that! We just wanna hear ya play! We can decide whether your rubbish or not!"
"Ok.. See ya later!"
Putting down the phone, I skipped back home to pick up my instruments and change my outfit! I changed into my denim mini skirt and Operation Ivy tee and of course, my trusty Green Day Converse.
10 minutes later and I was there. I turned at East 12th Street and found myself in front of a massive house. I knew automatically it was Tré's because there was an 'I Support Cheeches' sticker in the window.
I gingerly knocked on the door
"Rawr!" I screamed as Tré jumped out at me "What the HELL?!" Jesus that smile needed.. Something done to it! It had to be illegal!
"Sorry! Come in!" I clambered in, careful not to 'accidentally' knock my guitar into his thigh.
"Come down to the basement... We can hear you play down there!" He seemed awfully excited about something.
Billie and Mike were already there on the coach, sipping beers. One was shoved in my hand. Dying for a drink, I cracked it open and had it in two gulps. They all stared.
"What? Cuz I'm a girl, I'm not allowed to gulp? How stereotypical!"
"NUH HUH!" They said in unison
I suddenly felt rebellious. I didn't need to be shy, I fitted in! "Lets get this started then!"
I searched for an amp, finding one at the Tré's feet. "Can I plug in here?" they nodded
"Whaddya want me to play?"
"Um, lemme see how far you can stretch... Jesus Of Suburbia!"
"Tsch.. Could've at least give me a challenge!" This was easy! I'd learnt this in 2004!
I strummed the first few chords, apparently amazing them. I jumped on drums and did the solo I so loved. I grabbed my guitar and started playing again. Until I came to Mike's solo... You can guess what I did next. Unzipping my bass, I quickly did a solo "Grr! I shouldn't be doing this!" I thought
"Sorry guys.. I need to stop!"
"Huh?! Oh yeah, of course! Sit down!"
I plonked on the coach
"So?! How was I?"
"Fuck! I can't do that and I wrote the goddamned song!" Billie confessed
I smirked "Sorry! I'm too bad! I don't even live in this town and I'm only here for the audition tomorrow... To find a new bass player. Y'see, I'm in a band called Student and our bass player has fucked off with her boyfriend. Its not fair! We're a tribute band to you guys.. We worships you! We're rubbish though!"
"Whaddya play?!" Tré squealed
"DRUMS!" I squealed back
"W0000 High Five M'girl!"
"We ROCK socks!"
He scooped me up and threw me back on the couch, before tickling me to death. 'NO! ARGH! To... *gasp* ticklish! '
Billie and Mike joined in making me even more breathless. Suddenly I couldn't breathe at all. 'My *gasp* inhaler! '
I scrambled to get it and gratefully sucked in the fresh air.
"Thats better"
"We sorry! We got carried away!" They looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I couldn't resist it. "Its ok!"
"STAY ALL NIGHT!" Tré yelped
"OK!" I yelped back
I knew I was in for a night of fun, games and booze with the most sexiest band in the world, and I couldn't wait!
Scrambling to pick up all my bags, I took ANOTHER double-take.. It was! Tré Cool, the person that'd inspired me to learn drums, was standing in front me, smiling his ass off. "Having fun?!" he chuckled "wanna 'nother go?! I'll race ya!" I couldn't believe that my idol was standing there...
"Gahh!" I groaned.." Fuck, I should say somethin'!" I thought "H... H... Hi! I'm G.. G.. Grace.. I... I'm Sorry I bumped into you there."
"Been tormenting ANOTHER girl again, Tré?" a voice called.." Fuck!" I screamed..." Poop that shouldn't have come out!" I turned around on my heel and saw two men coming towards me. "ARGH!" I screamed (yet again)
"Nuh huh! She assaulted me!" Tre whined "Grace, meet Billie and Mike"
"GAHHH!" I seemed to only be able to scream, double-take and gahh! "Right.. Great impact Tré!" Billie muttered, eyes glittering.
"I.. I'm Grace!" A surge seemed to go through me and before I knew it I'd blurted out "I'm 20 and I play drums, guitar, bass and cow bells!... FUCK!.. Wanna go for coffee?!"
"YIPPEE!" Mike squealed in delight," I haven't had a coffee in nearly TWO hours!"
"Ok!" I was a bit taken back but still! I motioned for them to move out of the great, glass doors.
"So what you guys doing here?... In Macy's?!" I squealed
"Um.. A certain someone had run off to the candy store, and me and Billie were looking for him." At the words "certain someone" Mike glared at Tré.
"What I do?!" Tré scowled, pouting his lips, as Mike had interrupted his performance of burping the alphabet backwards.
"Oh never mind!" Mike snarled.. He seemed good at snarling =D
"I'd better get going then. See you around!" I called. I went up to the bar to order a cheech for Tré.. I had "assaulted" him after all.
When I got back to the table, no-one was there but a piece of paper. Studying it, I gasped. It was Tré's phone number! My phone buzzed, scaring the living shit outta me. "Heylo?" I answered.
"GRACE! IT TRÉ!" a voice squealed
"FUCK TRÉ! How'd ya get my number?!" It was a pretty impressive answer - for someone like Tré
"I did the numbers and phoned random people and I came up with yours! WOOO! I ROCK ALL!"
"Nuh huh" I disagreed. "Sliding down bannisters rocks all!"
"Mooha! Say, wanna come around mine... Show me a bit of action on the drums?"
"YES!" I did a celebration dance around the table, earning many dirty looks off passers-by.
He gave me the directions and told me to bring my best drumsticks, my bass and guitar.
"Huh?! Why my guitar and bass?!"
"Wanna hear you play em! So does Billie and Mike!"
"Fuck! I can't do that! I'm rubbish!"
"Fuck that! We just wanna hear ya play! We can decide whether your rubbish or not!"
"Ok.. See ya later!"
Putting down the phone, I skipped back home to pick up my instruments and change my outfit! I changed into my denim mini skirt and Operation Ivy tee and of course, my trusty Green Day Converse.
10 minutes later and I was there. I turned at East 12th Street and found myself in front of a massive house. I knew automatically it was Tré's because there was an 'I Support Cheeches' sticker in the window.
I gingerly knocked on the door
"Rawr!" I screamed as Tré jumped out at me "What the HELL?!" Jesus that smile needed.. Something done to it! It had to be illegal!
"Sorry! Come in!" I clambered in, careful not to 'accidentally' knock my guitar into his thigh.
"Come down to the basement... We can hear you play down there!" He seemed awfully excited about something.
Billie and Mike were already there on the coach, sipping beers. One was shoved in my hand. Dying for a drink, I cracked it open and had it in two gulps. They all stared.
"What? Cuz I'm a girl, I'm not allowed to gulp? How stereotypical!"
"NUH HUH!" They said in unison
I suddenly felt rebellious. I didn't need to be shy, I fitted in! "Lets get this started then!"
I searched for an amp, finding one at the Tré's feet. "Can I plug in here?" they nodded
"Whaddya want me to play?"
"Um, lemme see how far you can stretch... Jesus Of Suburbia!"
"Tsch.. Could've at least give me a challenge!" This was easy! I'd learnt this in 2004!
I strummed the first few chords, apparently amazing them. I jumped on drums and did the solo I so loved. I grabbed my guitar and started playing again. Until I came to Mike's solo... You can guess what I did next. Unzipping my bass, I quickly did a solo "Grr! I shouldn't be doing this!" I thought
"Sorry guys.. I need to stop!"
"Huh?! Oh yeah, of course! Sit down!"
I plonked on the coach
"So?! How was I?"
"Fuck! I can't do that and I wrote the goddamned song!" Billie confessed
I smirked "Sorry! I'm too bad! I don't even live in this town and I'm only here for the audition tomorrow... To find a new bass player. Y'see, I'm in a band called Student and our bass player has fucked off with her boyfriend. Its not fair! We're a tribute band to you guys.. We worships you! We're rubbish though!"
"Whaddya play?!" Tré squealed
"DRUMS!" I squealed back
"W0000 High Five M'girl!"
"We ROCK socks!"
He scooped me up and threw me back on the couch, before tickling me to death. 'NO! ARGH! To... *gasp* ticklish! '
Billie and Mike joined in making me even more breathless. Suddenly I couldn't breathe at all. 'My *gasp* inhaler! '
I scrambled to get it and gratefully sucked in the fresh air.
"Thats better"
"We sorry! We got carried away!" They looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I couldn't resist it. "Its ok!"
"STAY ALL NIGHT!" Tré yelped
"OK!" I yelped back
I knew I was in for a night of fun, games and booze with the most sexiest band in the world, and I couldn't wait!
