You'll Be In My Heart, chapter 1
"...and don't you fucking wear it out!!!!" I belted the last few
words of St. Jimmy, ending the show. The crowd of about 500 roared.
Younger teenagers in the front reached their hands up to me. I smiled,
touching a few as they all screamed their hearts out. Out of the whole
crowd, I heard a girl scream, "We love you, Billie Joe!!!!!!!" I said
into the microphone, "We love you too, Cleveland. You guys fucking
rock!!!!" Another loud roar from the audience, Tre' did a little drum
solo, and we headed backstage.
"Man, we fucking rocked out there! I love Ohio!!" Mike exclaimed.
Seconds later, a group of 3 young girls, (about, I don't know...
ages 12,13,14,15 around there) walked up to us giggling and looking wide-
eyed at the site of us. VIP's I assumed.
I took out a pen and some paper from on top of a dusty, old amplifier. I was flipping through jotted down, random notes from the band, mostly phone numbers of places where we had gigs, and also the pizza place. I was looking for 3 blank sheets to sign autographs with. Mike & Tre' were chatting with the 3, signing theirautographs. When I found 3 blank sheets of paper from the notebook, I ripped them out, looking up at the 3 girls. With my pen and paper I
walked over to them. They looked absolutely shocked as I approached.
"How are you ladies tonight?" I asked them, smiling.
"Awesome, you guys were so awesome out there!!" One of the blond
haired girls cheered. All were blond except for one girl with brown hair.
This girl with brown hair was staring at me the whole time.
I pretended to not notice her staring. "Thanks. Yeah, that was a
great show. Name please?"
"Shawna," the first blond-haired girl said excitedly, watching as
I scribbled onto a piece of paper, "Shawna, keep on rockin'!! xo Billie
Joe"
Then for the next blond haired girl, who's name was Brittany, I
wrote, "Brittany, thanks for being an awesome fan!! xo Billie Joe"
Lastly, the brown-haired girl stood next to me.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"Sarah," she answered in a medium toned voice. It kind of
reminded me of Adies' voice, but of course could not replace hers.
On Sarah's autograph, I put, "Sarah, you rock! Thanks for coming to our
concert!! xo Billie Joe" As I handed the autograph to her, she was
smiling really big. After that, they each wanted a picture with each of
us. For each picture I took, I put my arm around each girl. Before the
VIP's left, we each gave them each a hug and thanked them. After that,
they left.
When the whole place was empty, Tre' and Mike headed out to the tour bus. I stayed behind to pack up a few things. I was packing up my guitars in all of their cases, when I heard footsteps coming onstage. Thinking it was either Mike or Tre' coming to tell me to hurry up, I said, "I'll be right there!" But no one responded,
only the sound of footsteps came closer, coming backstage now.
Ignoring it, I started packing faster, stacking stuff higher and
higher on the cart that I use to pull equipment out to the tour bus.
Then the footsteps suddenly stopped, and I could only hear little tiny
creaks from the old wooden floorboards. I was carrying about 3 amps
stacked on top of each other, trying to get them on the cart, when
suddenly I heard someone behind me clear their throat.
I quickly spun around in surprise to find a little girl standing
there, right behind me.
"Holy shit!" I said, dropping the amps to the floor in surprise.
They crashed, one of them making a rather loud dinging noise.
"What the fuck?!?! You fucking little piece of shit head mother
fucker!! Don't you fucking do that again, you scared the living hell out
of me!!" I yelled in frustration.
The girl looked about 12. She looked like she was about to cry.
I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. But you can't scare me like that! And
it's way past the end of the show. What are you doing here now anyway?!?"
"I...I wanted to see you." She replied in a nervous way.
"Ok...see me? There you go, now leave," I said. I then turned
away and started putting all the amps on the cart. When I had everything
on the cart, I started to push it. It wouldn't budge. I stopped to take a
breath, sitting down on the edge of the cart. I looked up. The girl was
still standing there, frozen.
"What the hell? I said leave!" I yelled. Still she wouldn't
budge.
"Where's your parents? Don't you have a home? Who is taking care
of you? Obviously your parents are looking for you. C'mon," I said.
Nothing.
The girl shifted her feet uncomfortably. I sat, staring at her.
She had light brown eyes that looked rather irritated, dark black
eyebrows that looked like they had been waxed, a scar on her forehead,
and several bruises on her arms. She was wearing a red green day shirt
with the Boulevard of Broken Dreams single cover, dark black pants, and
black converses.
She finally spoke, "Can I have your autograph?"
"If you leave after this, then yes, you can have my autograph," I
replied.
"But...where am I supposed to go?" She asked.
"Wherever you came from! Where do you live anyway?" I asked,
annoyed.
"I live in L.A. I don't have a way home," she said.
"Ok...then how did you get here in the first place?" I asked.
"My friend," she replied.
"Where's your friend?" I asked.
"She left."
"Why?"
"'Cause...she's dumb."
"OK...that's weird. How are you getting back to Los Angelos
then?"
"I don't know. You guys will give me a ride, right?"
"No, we will not. We're adults. We drink, we smoke, we have sex,
we party. But we can't do that when you're on...you're a kid...and it's
not right," I replied.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Cause it just isn't."
"Now when you say, 'we have sex', do you mean there are other
females on the bus that you cheat on your wives with, or do you men just
feel each other out once in a while?"
I didn't know what to say. "Well...um...actually I just felt like
saying that, I'm sorry. Anyways...the point is that you're too young. We
can't have any fun with you around."
"Sure you can! C'mon please?!! How bad can it be? You guys have a
show in L.A. tommorow, don't you?" She begged.
"Fine. Okay. Whatever. You can ride with us. Now help me with
this cart," I said, getting off the cart and grabbing hold of a side.
"Yay!!!" She cheered, grabbing onto another side. We pushed and
finally got the cart out and into the back storage area of the tour bus.
This was going to be a long trip.
words of St. Jimmy, ending the show. The crowd of about 500 roared.
Younger teenagers in the front reached their hands up to me. I smiled,
touching a few as they all screamed their hearts out. Out of the whole
crowd, I heard a girl scream, "We love you, Billie Joe!!!!!!!" I said
into the microphone, "We love you too, Cleveland. You guys fucking
rock!!!!" Another loud roar from the audience, Tre' did a little drum
solo, and we headed backstage.
"Man, we fucking rocked out there! I love Ohio!!" Mike exclaimed.
Seconds later, a group of 3 young girls, (about, I don't know...
ages 12,13,14,15 around there) walked up to us giggling and looking wide-
eyed at the site of us. VIP's I assumed.
I took out a pen and some paper from on top of a dusty, old amplifier. I was flipping through jotted down, random notes from the band, mostly phone numbers of places where we had gigs, and also the pizza place. I was looking for 3 blank sheets to sign autographs with. Mike & Tre' were chatting with the 3, signing theirautographs. When I found 3 blank sheets of paper from the notebook, I ripped them out, looking up at the 3 girls. With my pen and paper I
walked over to them. They looked absolutely shocked as I approached.
"How are you ladies tonight?" I asked them, smiling.
"Awesome, you guys were so awesome out there!!" One of the blond
haired girls cheered. All were blond except for one girl with brown hair.
This girl with brown hair was staring at me the whole time.
I pretended to not notice her staring. "Thanks. Yeah, that was a
great show. Name please?"
"Shawna," the first blond-haired girl said excitedly, watching as
I scribbled onto a piece of paper, "Shawna, keep on rockin'!! xo Billie
Joe"
Then for the next blond haired girl, who's name was Brittany, I
wrote, "Brittany, thanks for being an awesome fan!! xo Billie Joe"
Lastly, the brown-haired girl stood next to me.
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"Sarah," she answered in a medium toned voice. It kind of
reminded me of Adies' voice, but of course could not replace hers.
On Sarah's autograph, I put, "Sarah, you rock! Thanks for coming to our
concert!! xo Billie Joe" As I handed the autograph to her, she was
smiling really big. After that, they each wanted a picture with each of
us. For each picture I took, I put my arm around each girl. Before the
VIP's left, we each gave them each a hug and thanked them. After that,
they left.
When the whole place was empty, Tre' and Mike headed out to the tour bus. I stayed behind to pack up a few things. I was packing up my guitars in all of their cases, when I heard footsteps coming onstage. Thinking it was either Mike or Tre' coming to tell me to hurry up, I said, "I'll be right there!" But no one responded,
only the sound of footsteps came closer, coming backstage now.
Ignoring it, I started packing faster, stacking stuff higher and
higher on the cart that I use to pull equipment out to the tour bus.
Then the footsteps suddenly stopped, and I could only hear little tiny
creaks from the old wooden floorboards. I was carrying about 3 amps
stacked on top of each other, trying to get them on the cart, when
suddenly I heard someone behind me clear their throat.
I quickly spun around in surprise to find a little girl standing
there, right behind me.
"Holy shit!" I said, dropping the amps to the floor in surprise.
They crashed, one of them making a rather loud dinging noise.
"What the fuck?!?! You fucking little piece of shit head mother
fucker!! Don't you fucking do that again, you scared the living hell out
of me!!" I yelled in frustration.
The girl looked about 12. She looked like she was about to cry.
I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. But you can't scare me like that! And
it's way past the end of the show. What are you doing here now anyway?!?"
"I...I wanted to see you." She replied in a nervous way.
"Ok...see me? There you go, now leave," I said. I then turned
away and started putting all the amps on the cart. When I had everything
on the cart, I started to push it. It wouldn't budge. I stopped to take a
breath, sitting down on the edge of the cart. I looked up. The girl was
still standing there, frozen.
"What the hell? I said leave!" I yelled. Still she wouldn't
budge.
"Where's your parents? Don't you have a home? Who is taking care
of you? Obviously your parents are looking for you. C'mon," I said.
Nothing.
The girl shifted her feet uncomfortably. I sat, staring at her.
She had light brown eyes that looked rather irritated, dark black
eyebrows that looked like they had been waxed, a scar on her forehead,
and several bruises on her arms. She was wearing a red green day shirt
with the Boulevard of Broken Dreams single cover, dark black pants, and
black converses.
She finally spoke, "Can I have your autograph?"
"If you leave after this, then yes, you can have my autograph," I
replied.
"But...where am I supposed to go?" She asked.
"Wherever you came from! Where do you live anyway?" I asked,
annoyed.
"I live in L.A. I don't have a way home," she said.
"Ok...then how did you get here in the first place?" I asked.
"My friend," she replied.
"Where's your friend?" I asked.
"She left."
"Why?"
"'Cause...she's dumb."
"OK...that's weird. How are you getting back to Los Angelos
then?"
"I don't know. You guys will give me a ride, right?"
"No, we will not. We're adults. We drink, we smoke, we have sex,
we party. But we can't do that when you're on...you're a kid...and it's
not right," I replied.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Cause it just isn't."
"Now when you say, 'we have sex', do you mean there are other
females on the bus that you cheat on your wives with, or do you men just
feel each other out once in a while?"
I didn't know what to say. "Well...um...actually I just felt like
saying that, I'm sorry. Anyways...the point is that you're too young. We
can't have any fun with you around."
"Sure you can! C'mon please?!! How bad can it be? You guys have a
show in L.A. tommorow, don't you?" She begged.
"Fine. Okay. Whatever. You can ride with us. Now help me with
this cart," I said, getting off the cart and grabbing hold of a side.
"Yay!!!" She cheered, grabbing onto another side. We pushed and
finally got the cart out and into the back storage area of the tour bus.
This was going to be a long trip.
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