Drawn to the Drummer, chapter 16
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*Third person P.O.V*
Tre sat on his lounge twiddling his thumbs. A thousand questions wizzed around his head, which slightly made him dizzy. What's gonna happen if Pure Essence goes back to Australia? Is Ellie going to keep in contact? Will Billie Joe be well enough to come out of hospital tomorrow? and is Mikes mum gonna pull through?
Tre clenched his fists as he pulled himself together. He hates breaking down, it makes him feel weak. He stood for a moment the grabbed his phone. Dialing Mikes number he put the phone to his ear and listened.
"Hi you've reached my phone leave a message and I'll get back to you," Mike's recorded message played then Tre heard the tone to record.
"Shit! oh hi Mike umm it's me. Just letting you know that Ellie and I are planning a welcome home party for Bj tomorrow if you wanna come and that's if Billie can come out. I know you'll probably be at the hospital now so give us a call when you get this message ok cheers, seeya dude." Tre hung up.
"Fuck!" Tre put his hands behind his head, "I need to get rid of this stress. He walked into the recording room and sat at his drum kit. "Ahhh," Tre sighed, "A good old bang should clear my head." He pulled out a pair of drum sticks.
By the end Tre must have went through every song Green Day ever made. TWICE. "This is screwed, I still feel like shit." He sat back for a moment. "Hmm I wonder if I still have that punching bag?"
In half and hour Tre had found the old punching bag and set it up in the room down the hall. He had also found some gloves and shoved them on. Tre started to throw punches and kicks in the punching bag. It helped him get the anger out and relieve stress.
The few minutes of punching turned into a half an hour workout. By now Tre was sweating so he removed his shirt revealing a six pack and large biceps. Which was a sight for sore eyes, if ya know what I mean.
Tre shifted his weight from one foot to the other while bouncing with his mo-hawk wobbling from side to side. He wanted to be a boxer when he was little but was put aside when music had come into his life. Mike, Billie Joe and Tre loved to go around causing trouble whenever and where ever they could. They enjoyed street fights and then going back after to one of their houses and getting high while celebrating their victory. Tre laughed at the thought. He pulled off the gloves and headed out the door...
Tre sat on his lounge twiddling his thumbs. A thousand questions wizzed around his head, which slightly made him dizzy. What's gonna happen if Pure Essence goes back to Australia? Is Ellie going to keep in contact? Will Billie Joe be well enough to come out of hospital tomorrow? and is Mikes mum gonna pull through?
Tre clenched his fists as he pulled himself together. He hates breaking down, it makes him feel weak. He stood for a moment the grabbed his phone. Dialing Mikes number he put the phone to his ear and listened.
"Hi you've reached my phone leave a message and I'll get back to you," Mike's recorded message played then Tre heard the tone to record.
"Shit! oh hi Mike umm it's me. Just letting you know that Ellie and I are planning a welcome home party for Bj tomorrow if you wanna come and that's if Billie can come out. I know you'll probably be at the hospital now so give us a call when you get this message ok cheers, seeya dude." Tre hung up.
"Fuck!" Tre put his hands behind his head, "I need to get rid of this stress. He walked into the recording room and sat at his drum kit. "Ahhh," Tre sighed, "A good old bang should clear my head." He pulled out a pair of drum sticks.
By the end Tre must have went through every song Green Day ever made. TWICE. "This is screwed, I still feel like shit." He sat back for a moment. "Hmm I wonder if I still have that punching bag?"
In half and hour Tre had found the old punching bag and set it up in the room down the hall. He had also found some gloves and shoved them on. Tre started to throw punches and kicks in the punching bag. It helped him get the anger out and relieve stress.
The few minutes of punching turned into a half an hour workout. By now Tre was sweating so he removed his shirt revealing a six pack and large biceps. Which was a sight for sore eyes, if ya know what I mean.
Tre shifted his weight from one foot to the other while bouncing with his mo-hawk wobbling from side to side. He wanted to be a boxer when he was little but was put aside when music had come into his life. Mike, Billie Joe and Tre loved to go around causing trouble whenever and where ever they could. They enjoyed street fights and then going back after to one of their houses and getting high while celebrating their victory. Tre laughed at the thought. He pulled off the gloves and headed out the door...
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