A Journal Never Lies, chapter 12
She was in the crowd of so many sweaty, unfamiliar people; but she didn't care. She felt happy being in the same room as Frank, Billie Joe, and Mike. She felt like a completely different person, but she liked it. Listening to songs she knew and heard before made her remember home; her home with her brother and friends.
Threw the pit of listeners, she knew that she would make eye contact with one of the three band members. She didn't want them to see her; but then again she did. She wanted to go home with them; but she didn't want to, too. She shoved her way through the crowd, heading towards the bar.
She sat herself down on a maroon colored stool. The cushion was flat from all the years of people sitting on it, but she was used to it. She placed her elbows of the wooden table, tracing the outline of the lines where the table was constructed. She asked the bartender for a drink, needing one so badly from the heat in the club. Everytime she goes in there, she regrets wearing so much clothing. She always wants to wear capris, but ends up wearing long pants. She always says she'll wear a tank top, but ends up with either a long sleeve shirt ot a T-shirt. Even a T-shirt is too hot in that club. Too many people shoulder-to-shoulder with each other, with lights blazing down on you is too much heat in a small area. But, that's just the comfort; if that wasn't there, it wouldn't feel like the same Gilman she's known.
The bartender gave her drink and gave her a smile. She smiled back, looking down at her drink. She stirred it a bit with her drink and took a sip. She turned herself around and watched Green Day play some more. She thought about their album. She wondered if they were still in the making of it, or if they weren't. She hoped they were; she knows that they are good. She wants everyone to hear their music. She wants everyone to enjoy it as much as she does. Hearing Green Day play just takes her mind to a new world, and she loved every minute of it.
Billie Joe adjusted the microphone to speak into it, "This next song is brand new. Umm...we read this...and thought it would be a fucking awesome song. And, it dedicated to a very special person that all three of us miss." She instantly knew who he was talking about missing: her.
They did miss her..
The music began playing, the words pouring out of Billie's mouth, "I lock myself inside my room. I wanna be alone. with you around, you'll only add On. I wanna be alone. It's been disturbed by my thoughts. I wanna be alone. With you around, you'll only add on. I wanna be alone..."
She knew where those lyrics were coming from. She listened, wondering how her writing could become a song. The song hypnotized her; she couldn't get her eyes off Billie Joe. His voice was sounded more amazing than she had ever heard it. He looked like he was pouring his heart and soul out with every word he sung. It was an amazing show they put on.
The band ended and walked off stage, thanking everyone for coming. The trio of best friends went backstage, falling onto the nearest couch. Billie Joe, sweaty from all the moving around onstage, wiped his forehead clean. "Oh man am I thirsty."
Mike nodded in agreement, "That was a damn good show we put on. Everyone seemed to love the new song."
Frank was sitting silently on the couch, picking at a stray string on the arm if it. Mike nudged Billie Joe, motioning towards Frank. "Tre man...what's wrong?"
Frank let out a sigh, "I miss Alex so fucking much. When we were playing that song that Alex wrote, I just thought of the day she left." Frank ran his hands through he ruffled hair, "I wish I didn't go through her shit. If I didn't, she would be right here with us. She would be right here to tell us we did a great show, encouraging us to keep doing what we love. And...I just miss that so much."
Mike put his hand on his shoulder, showing his understanding for him feeling this way. Frank placed his head in his hands and let out a large sigh. He felt so sad all the time. Everything he did reminded him of his sister. He couldn't help it. She was the last family member he had that cared about him. She was the only family member that supported his opinion to drop out and start drumming full-time. She was his inspiration to keep doing well. She was all he had left that was worth living for.
Frank stood up and stretched, "I think I'm going to go get a drink. You guys want anything?"
"Umm...nah man. They don't got coffee here," Mike said.
"I'm fine man, but thanks," Billie Joe added in. He seemed to distracted to want a drink anyway. He had his eyes and mind set in his new girlfriend, Marissa. She was very skinny and had a lip ring. Billie Joe seemed crazy about her, so no one said their two cents about what they thought of her. As long as he was happy, everyone else was too.
Frank headed towards the bar, listening to all the local punks around him complimenting him on the show he just performed. After thirty steps and twenty compliments, he made it to the bar. He asked the man for a beer and sat down. He looked around at the people also sitting at the bar. He saw a girl with long brown hair with green highlights having her back to him. Her hair reminded him of his sister. He remembered the first time she got her hair colored.
"Frank Edwin Wright the Third! What the hell did you do to you hair?!" his mother screamed.
He rubbed his head and shrugged, "I dyed it."
His mother crossed her arms, showing her disgust in the color. "I cannot believe you did that! What will the neighbors think!? They'll think we're raising hooligans in this home! They'll think we have wild children that do whatever they please!"
"Oh well. I'm not changing the color." Frank kept a straight face, proving he was in no mood to change his mind.
"Jesus fucking Christ Frank! All you want is all the fucking attention in this family!"
Just then, his sister came down the stairs, curious what all the noise was. When she saw Frank's hair, her eyes widened. "Woah Frank! Awesome hair! When did you do that?"
Frank smirked at his mother, giving her a look to show that someone liked his hair. "Thanks Al. I did it last night. Like the color?"
She smiled and nodded, "I love it. Maybe I'll get my hair colored that way..."
Their mom went red with rage, "No you are not. No children in my family are dying their hair a horrible color!"
Frank laughed, "Too late! I already did!" Him and his sister went into a fit of rage, knowing their mom wasn't going to do much without their dad around since he was at work. All she did was walk away, talking to herself under her breath.
He remembered that later that night he helped her dye her hair bright green. He missed her so bad. All he had were memories of her.
He kept on watching the girl with green highlights, curious to see her face. She was by herself, looking around; as if looking for someone. He was becoming more and more interested in who this girl was. Suddenly, she turned around. He saw her face; but he couldn't believe who he was seeing...
"Alex??!!"
Threw the pit of listeners, she knew that she would make eye contact with one of the three band members. She didn't want them to see her; but then again she did. She wanted to go home with them; but she didn't want to, too. She shoved her way through the crowd, heading towards the bar.
She sat herself down on a maroon colored stool. The cushion was flat from all the years of people sitting on it, but she was used to it. She placed her elbows of the wooden table, tracing the outline of the lines where the table was constructed. She asked the bartender for a drink, needing one so badly from the heat in the club. Everytime she goes in there, she regrets wearing so much clothing. She always wants to wear capris, but ends up wearing long pants. She always says she'll wear a tank top, but ends up with either a long sleeve shirt ot a T-shirt. Even a T-shirt is too hot in that club. Too many people shoulder-to-shoulder with each other, with lights blazing down on you is too much heat in a small area. But, that's just the comfort; if that wasn't there, it wouldn't feel like the same Gilman she's known.
The bartender gave her drink and gave her a smile. She smiled back, looking down at her drink. She stirred it a bit with her drink and took a sip. She turned herself around and watched Green Day play some more. She thought about their album. She wondered if they were still in the making of it, or if they weren't. She hoped they were; she knows that they are good. She wants everyone to hear their music. She wants everyone to enjoy it as much as she does. Hearing Green Day play just takes her mind to a new world, and she loved every minute of it.
Billie Joe adjusted the microphone to speak into it, "This next song is brand new. Umm...we read this...and thought it would be a fucking awesome song. And, it dedicated to a very special person that all three of us miss." She instantly knew who he was talking about missing: her.
They did miss her..
The music began playing, the words pouring out of Billie's mouth, "I lock myself inside my room. I wanna be alone. with you around, you'll only add On. I wanna be alone. It's been disturbed by my thoughts. I wanna be alone. With you around, you'll only add on. I wanna be alone..."
She knew where those lyrics were coming from. She listened, wondering how her writing could become a song. The song hypnotized her; she couldn't get her eyes off Billie Joe. His voice was sounded more amazing than she had ever heard it. He looked like he was pouring his heart and soul out with every word he sung. It was an amazing show they put on.
The band ended and walked off stage, thanking everyone for coming. The trio of best friends went backstage, falling onto the nearest couch. Billie Joe, sweaty from all the moving around onstage, wiped his forehead clean. "Oh man am I thirsty."
Mike nodded in agreement, "That was a damn good show we put on. Everyone seemed to love the new song."
Frank was sitting silently on the couch, picking at a stray string on the arm if it. Mike nudged Billie Joe, motioning towards Frank. "Tre man...what's wrong?"
Frank let out a sigh, "I miss Alex so fucking much. When we were playing that song that Alex wrote, I just thought of the day she left." Frank ran his hands through he ruffled hair, "I wish I didn't go through her shit. If I didn't, she would be right here with us. She would be right here to tell us we did a great show, encouraging us to keep doing what we love. And...I just miss that so much."
Mike put his hand on his shoulder, showing his understanding for him feeling this way. Frank placed his head in his hands and let out a large sigh. He felt so sad all the time. Everything he did reminded him of his sister. He couldn't help it. She was the last family member he had that cared about him. She was the only family member that supported his opinion to drop out and start drumming full-time. She was his inspiration to keep doing well. She was all he had left that was worth living for.
Frank stood up and stretched, "I think I'm going to go get a drink. You guys want anything?"
"Umm...nah man. They don't got coffee here," Mike said.
"I'm fine man, but thanks," Billie Joe added in. He seemed to distracted to want a drink anyway. He had his eyes and mind set in his new girlfriend, Marissa. She was very skinny and had a lip ring. Billie Joe seemed crazy about her, so no one said their two cents about what they thought of her. As long as he was happy, everyone else was too.
Frank headed towards the bar, listening to all the local punks around him complimenting him on the show he just performed. After thirty steps and twenty compliments, he made it to the bar. He asked the man for a beer and sat down. He looked around at the people also sitting at the bar. He saw a girl with long brown hair with green highlights having her back to him. Her hair reminded him of his sister. He remembered the first time she got her hair colored.
"Frank Edwin Wright the Third! What the hell did you do to you hair?!" his mother screamed.
He rubbed his head and shrugged, "I dyed it."
His mother crossed her arms, showing her disgust in the color. "I cannot believe you did that! What will the neighbors think!? They'll think we're raising hooligans in this home! They'll think we have wild children that do whatever they please!"
"Oh well. I'm not changing the color." Frank kept a straight face, proving he was in no mood to change his mind.
"Jesus fucking Christ Frank! All you want is all the fucking attention in this family!"
Just then, his sister came down the stairs, curious what all the noise was. When she saw Frank's hair, her eyes widened. "Woah Frank! Awesome hair! When did you do that?"
Frank smirked at his mother, giving her a look to show that someone liked his hair. "Thanks Al. I did it last night. Like the color?"
She smiled and nodded, "I love it. Maybe I'll get my hair colored that way..."
Their mom went red with rage, "No you are not. No children in my family are dying their hair a horrible color!"
Frank laughed, "Too late! I already did!" Him and his sister went into a fit of rage, knowing their mom wasn't going to do much without their dad around since he was at work. All she did was walk away, talking to herself under her breath.
He remembered that later that night he helped her dye her hair bright green. He missed her so bad. All he had were memories of her.
He kept on watching the girl with green highlights, curious to see her face. She was by herself, looking around; as if looking for someone. He was becoming more and more interested in who this girl was. Suddenly, she turned around. He saw her face; but he couldn't believe who he was seeing...
"Alex??!!"
