Life In Paradise, chapter 7
that night, he went to the warehouse and I went to work. So Called Chaos (if you think back to the beginning of the story, you might recognize that as my band’s name) wasn’t booking many gigs lately. We had one in three weeks from now, but the lazy dayz were upon us. Hazel even had to work two shifts at her hotel (she’s a maid.) Tiff and Danny, who worked together, were working extra hard to get promoted at the receptionist thing-ee job to assistants for the big Vp at the office. But, when I was on lunch break, they all came over to Le Figaro and we were talking about where our lives here in Berkeley were gonna lead us. Maybe the music career wasn’t gonna lead us at all. Maybe we were gonna break up, or not, but we decided not to make any major decisions today. As for Billie Joe, his second album was on hold for the moment since he broke his arm, but he promised himself that they would get started right away when he fully recovered. This morning when I left for work, his voice wasn’t at all up beat to go back into the studio. He was mellow, and I don’t think that the little incident that we had last night was at all the reason for his “enthusiasm�! I didn’t see him that day. I didn’t know where he was or what he was doing and I started to worry. Maybe he ran away again. So I called Tre to see if he knew where Billie was.
“No, I have no clue!�
“Well, could you and Mike go check around the neighborhood for him, ‘cause I’m worried.�
“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you wait for him there in case he shows.�
“Well, alright.� I said and we hung up. I know that I said that I’d wait for him at my house, but it didn’t seem as though he would come to me. So I waited for about half an hour and got fed up and went out looking for him. I went around the street and stopped by the café. But he was no-where. But then I was driving by the beach and saw someone playing their guitar, but didn’t see their face. So I parked the car and went over there. It turns out that it was Billie Joe. I sat down beside him. He stated that he did this often and that there was no need for me to worry. But I wanted to worry about him because I loved him. He started talking again, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then I started to feel light headed and anxious. I felt like I was going into a panic attack, and couldn’t breathe. (Think back again to the day at the hospital and you’ll remember me saying that the glass from the windshield broke and the bigger pieces stabbed into my lungs. I now had that breathing thing-ee that I rarely used.) Then I saw Billie leaning over me calling for help. I was on the ground, not able to speak or breathe and I just fainted.
And again, I awoke in the hospital. Billie was had lain down beside me and was asleep. I lightly tapped him and he woke up. He kissed my forehead and hugged me lightly enough to that I would be able to breathe (that was a joke for those of you who are tiny minded. I didn’t know how to spell: p-u-n-ee). So that day, we went home early, having to sneak around the annoyingly perky nurse, and went home. This time, we didn’t drive, just walked. My house was about a block away, so it didn’t take that long. Oh and at the hospital, I couldn’t find my regular clothes, so I was walking around in the hospital gown, the ones that don’t bottom completely in the back, so my ass was showning, but we didn’t mind. We certainly turned peoples’ heads.
So when we got home, I took a shower and Billie Joe went to practice on his guitar the new song he wrote earlier today while he was gone. When I got out of the shower, Billie was sitting on my bed, with his eyes shut, playing and singing. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I quietly walked over to hom and laid down beside him.
He started to sing: “Am I Here Or Am I There Or Am I Playing On The Stairs Am I In My Room With My Toys I Am The Disappearing Boy�
I recognized the song as “Disappearing Boy� from his last album. I interrupted his song.
“Why don’t you play ‘Best Thing In Town’ for me?� I asked.
“God, you scared me. Alright.� he said opening the song.
“Come With Me And Let's Go For A Ride
Follow Me To The Other Side
As I Sit Around And Watch You Pout
Cause I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Running Wild And Always Running Free
Doing Things That I Have Never Seen
Eerie Colors And All I See Are Sounds
Now I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
I'm Seeing Faces...
Of Mysterys Of The Earth
I Am Not One ...
To The Aggersions Of My Birth
Or Go To Stance...
Of Houllinations I Can't Find
A Missing Peice...
Of A Thought Thats In My Mind
Come With Me And Let's Go For A Ride
Follow Me To The Other Side
As I Sit Around And Watch You Pout
Cause I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Running Wild And Always Running Free
Doing Things That I Have Never Seen
Eerie Colors And All I See Are Sounds
Now I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
(Billie Mumbling:)
Sick And Tired Of All This Wild Shit!!�
His voice was sweet and soft when he sang to me. On stage it was like he was a whole different person. When he was around me, I felt comfort in any situation. He was my god and I loved him. Everything about him just struck my attention and I could concentrate around him. When he was done with the song, I kissed his lips lightly and laid back down on the bed. He crawled over me and put his arm around my side and starred deep into my eyes. I could gaze into his eyes forever. They were dreamy as everything about him was. I may make our love seem like a child fantasy, but it wasn’t. It was real to me and it felt so so real to be in love with him. Just the thought of “us� seemed so right. He seemed so right.
Her passion for Billie would never be broken.
“No, I have no clue!�
“Well, could you and Mike go check around the neighborhood for him, ‘cause I’m worried.�
“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you wait for him there in case he shows.�
“Well, alright.� I said and we hung up. I know that I said that I’d wait for him at my house, but it didn’t seem as though he would come to me. So I waited for about half an hour and got fed up and went out looking for him. I went around the street and stopped by the café. But he was no-where. But then I was driving by the beach and saw someone playing their guitar, but didn’t see their face. So I parked the car and went over there. It turns out that it was Billie Joe. I sat down beside him. He stated that he did this often and that there was no need for me to worry. But I wanted to worry about him because I loved him. He started talking again, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then I started to feel light headed and anxious. I felt like I was going into a panic attack, and couldn’t breathe. (Think back again to the day at the hospital and you’ll remember me saying that the glass from the windshield broke and the bigger pieces stabbed into my lungs. I now had that breathing thing-ee that I rarely used.) Then I saw Billie leaning over me calling for help. I was on the ground, not able to speak or breathe and I just fainted.
And again, I awoke in the hospital. Billie was had lain down beside me and was asleep. I lightly tapped him and he woke up. He kissed my forehead and hugged me lightly enough to that I would be able to breathe (that was a joke for those of you who are tiny minded. I didn’t know how to spell: p-u-n-ee). So that day, we went home early, having to sneak around the annoyingly perky nurse, and went home. This time, we didn’t drive, just walked. My house was about a block away, so it didn’t take that long. Oh and at the hospital, I couldn’t find my regular clothes, so I was walking around in the hospital gown, the ones that don’t bottom completely in the back, so my ass was showning, but we didn’t mind. We certainly turned peoples’ heads.
So when we got home, I took a shower and Billie Joe went to practice on his guitar the new song he wrote earlier today while he was gone. When I got out of the shower, Billie was sitting on my bed, with his eyes shut, playing and singing. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I quietly walked over to hom and laid down beside him.
He started to sing: “Am I Here Or Am I There Or Am I Playing On The Stairs Am I In My Room With My Toys I Am The Disappearing Boy�
I recognized the song as “Disappearing Boy� from his last album. I interrupted his song.
“Why don’t you play ‘Best Thing In Town’ for me?� I asked.
“God, you scared me. Alright.� he said opening the song.
“Come With Me And Let's Go For A Ride
Follow Me To The Other Side
As I Sit Around And Watch You Pout
Cause I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Running Wild And Always Running Free
Doing Things That I Have Never Seen
Eerie Colors And All I See Are Sounds
Now I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
I'm Seeing Faces...
Of Mysterys Of The Earth
I Am Not One ...
To The Aggersions Of My Birth
Or Go To Stance...
Of Houllinations I Can't Find
A Missing Peice...
Of A Thought Thats In My Mind
Come With Me And Let's Go For A Ride
Follow Me To The Other Side
As I Sit Around And Watch You Pout
Cause I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Running Wild And Always Running Free
Doing Things That I Have Never Seen
Eerie Colors And All I See Are Sounds
Now I Know That You're The
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
Best Thing In Town -- Best Thing Around
(Billie Mumbling:)
Sick And Tired Of All This Wild Shit!!�
His voice was sweet and soft when he sang to me. On stage it was like he was a whole different person. When he was around me, I felt comfort in any situation. He was my god and I loved him. Everything about him just struck my attention and I could concentrate around him. When he was done with the song, I kissed his lips lightly and laid back down on the bed. He crawled over me and put his arm around my side and starred deep into my eyes. I could gaze into his eyes forever. They were dreamy as everything about him was. I may make our love seem like a child fantasy, but it wasn’t. It was real to me and it felt so so real to be in love with him. Just the thought of “us� seemed so right. He seemed so right.
Her passion for Billie would never be broken.
