Life In Paradise, chapter 1
Today is the day that I get this gig at a small rock club in Berkeley. This was the fifth gig that my band has gotten. I’m 19 years old, dropped out of college to devote my time to my band, So Called Chaos, and now live in a small house that I inherited from my grandma. It has two bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a pretty big livingroom, why the house was designed like that, I have no clue. I sit in my bed trying to write new material, and playing little tunes on my guitar. I should probably start practicing, but don’t feel like it. It’s a Saturday and I have nothing to do until tonight which is eight hours away. It was almost time for me to go to work,so I got dressed. I put on these blank punk pants and a white belly-button shirt that says “I’m the Bimbo with the Controversial Shirt� on it. I grabbed my apron and purse and walked out the door. I also inherited a vintage Pontiac Firebird from my uncle. I drove to the small restaurant that I work at, Le Figaro, and took my station. I got all the outside tables. Most of the people I worked with there were somewhat “struggling or starving!� Artists, painters, business people, etc. I waited tables for about an hour until I saw this really hot guy walk in. (Author’s Note: mind you, this is before Billie Joe was famous!) He came to the counter and asked for a seat inside. Co-worker, Emily, seated him next to one of the open doors, but still inside. Lucky for me, that was one of my tables. I quickly walked over there and made my introduction as I did to all the other customers.
“Hi, I’m Natalia, I’ll be your waitress! Do you want me to start you other with something to drink?� I asked, trying not to seem into him.
“No no, i’m waiting for people. Hey, if two guys, named Mike and Tre, come in here, would you send them over here?� he asked, leaning in.
“Yeah, sure.� I said. I walked away and went over to Emily. “He is so fucking hot Emily!� I said, quiet enough so that he wouldn’t hear me.
“Really? I can’t see it.� that dumbass. Is she blind? I was “in like� with him. Like at first site. I loved (“liked�) his short blonde hair and green (stoner) eyes. He looked like a guy that would definently be in a band. I’m guessing lead singer or drummer. I don’t know, I just had a knack for pointing out things like that, and I was usually right!
About two minutes later, what was I’m guessing Mike and Tre, walked in and gave us their names, so I seated them at the hot guy’s table. I had to leave early that day because of the gig, but I so hoped that I’d see him again at Le Figaro.
Fast forward to right before the gig:
Enter: Hazel (basses in my band) walking towards me. She asked if I was ready, because we were going on in five minutes, and I said I was.
So all four of us, Me, Hazel, Tiff(drummer) and Danny (real name: Daniella, guitarist) walked out onto the stage. I gave a few words before we started like “this show is gonna rock your fucking world!� and we started. The whole place loved us. A few kids crowd surfed and some got into a huge fite and started a mosh pit, but other than that we were great. Oh yeah, and this kid though that it was cute to run up on stage and jump off. What a dumbass. No-one caught him! We had to stop the song to laugh at him!
So after the show, we all walked to the bar and ordered water, since we weren’t able to drink. Then I saw him. That guy from the restaurant. So I went over to Hazel (we’ve been friends since second grade) and told her about him.
“Owwww...he’s hott!� she said looking at him. “You should go over there!�
“What? NO!� I shouted.
“Come on, he’s hot, you have the hots for him, now make your move.�
“No. I’m not going over there.� I commanded. But she didn’t take “NO� for an answer. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me over there. She walked right up to him, still holding on tightly to me, and said:
“hey! Hi, I’m Hazel and I’m with the band that was performing. This is my best friend Natalia! Yeah, she’s the girl from the restaurant, the waitress that waited on you. She has her panties in a twist and is totally hot for you!� then she left me there all alone with him. I blushed and turned as red as a rose. He laughed and it was silent.
He broke the silence with “hi, I’m Billie Joe!� I giggled.
“Natalia!� we shook hands and magic happened.
An hour later, the rest of my band left, and the club was almost clearing out. We were locked in a deep conversation. This is what I gathered about him: he lives on the coast of Berkeley with a bunch of bands, he is in a band called Green Day, the lead singer, and on the verge of becoming famous, and the band already produced an album called 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours! Wow, I was right about the band thing. And he was a struggling artists just like me. Well, anyways, we agreed to meet up at Le Figaro tomorrow and go out somewhere when I get off my shift.
*tomorrow- the date with Billie Joe!*
In the morning, I was so tired and couldn’t stay awake so I went back to sleep.
Around the time my shift started, I woke up. “Shit, fuck, shit!� I screamed. I got dressed and rushed out the door.
*at work*
I got to work, and saw Billie Joe seated at the bar slash counter thing-ee. He turned around, got up off of his seat, and gave me a hug. I laughed and explained that I was terribly late and that I’d be back when my shift was over.
“Hi, I’m Natalia, I’ll be your waitress! Do you want me to start you other with something to drink?� I asked, trying not to seem into him.
“No no, i’m waiting for people. Hey, if two guys, named Mike and Tre, come in here, would you send them over here?� he asked, leaning in.
“Yeah, sure.� I said. I walked away and went over to Emily. “He is so fucking hot Emily!� I said, quiet enough so that he wouldn’t hear me.
“Really? I can’t see it.� that dumbass. Is she blind? I was “in like� with him. Like at first site. I loved (“liked�) his short blonde hair and green (stoner) eyes. He looked like a guy that would definently be in a band. I’m guessing lead singer or drummer. I don’t know, I just had a knack for pointing out things like that, and I was usually right!
About two minutes later, what was I’m guessing Mike and Tre, walked in and gave us their names, so I seated them at the hot guy’s table. I had to leave early that day because of the gig, but I so hoped that I’d see him again at Le Figaro.
Fast forward to right before the gig:
Enter: Hazel (basses in my band) walking towards me. She asked if I was ready, because we were going on in five minutes, and I said I was.
So all four of us, Me, Hazel, Tiff(drummer) and Danny (real name: Daniella, guitarist) walked out onto the stage. I gave a few words before we started like “this show is gonna rock your fucking world!� and we started. The whole place loved us. A few kids crowd surfed and some got into a huge fite and started a mosh pit, but other than that we were great. Oh yeah, and this kid though that it was cute to run up on stage and jump off. What a dumbass. No-one caught him! We had to stop the song to laugh at him!
So after the show, we all walked to the bar and ordered water, since we weren’t able to drink. Then I saw him. That guy from the restaurant. So I went over to Hazel (we’ve been friends since second grade) and told her about him.
“Owwww...he’s hott!� she said looking at him. “You should go over there!�
“What? NO!� I shouted.
“Come on, he’s hot, you have the hots for him, now make your move.�
“No. I’m not going over there.� I commanded. But she didn’t take “NO� for an answer. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me over there. She walked right up to him, still holding on tightly to me, and said:
“hey! Hi, I’m Hazel and I’m with the band that was performing. This is my best friend Natalia! Yeah, she’s the girl from the restaurant, the waitress that waited on you. She has her panties in a twist and is totally hot for you!� then she left me there all alone with him. I blushed and turned as red as a rose. He laughed and it was silent.
He broke the silence with “hi, I’m Billie Joe!� I giggled.
“Natalia!� we shook hands and magic happened.
An hour later, the rest of my band left, and the club was almost clearing out. We were locked in a deep conversation. This is what I gathered about him: he lives on the coast of Berkeley with a bunch of bands, he is in a band called Green Day, the lead singer, and on the verge of becoming famous, and the band already produced an album called 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours! Wow, I was right about the band thing. And he was a struggling artists just like me. Well, anyways, we agreed to meet up at Le Figaro tomorrow and go out somewhere when I get off my shift.
*tomorrow- the date with Billie Joe!*
In the morning, I was so tired and couldn’t stay awake so I went back to sleep.
Around the time my shift started, I woke up. “Shit, fuck, shit!� I screamed. I got dressed and rushed out the door.
*at work*
I got to work, and saw Billie Joe seated at the bar slash counter thing-ee. He turned around, got up off of his seat, and gave me a hug. I laughed and explained that I was terribly late and that I’d be back when my shift was over.
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