"Is There A Gas Leak?", chapter 2
RECAP:
I turned around and saw a face that I thought I would never see again.
END REAP
It was my boyfriend, Carl, that has dropped off the face of the earth. Of course, No one actually drops off the earth. Hell, Columbus didn't so I knew he was out there somewhere.
Flashback
I still have 2 more years of high school and my boyfriend is moving half way across the country. Why did he have to be 2 years older? But I would always love him.
"Bye Babe. I'll miss you. Remember here's my dorm phone number. I know it's the only way we can get in touch." Carl said with a sincere look on his face.
All my phone lines were being switched. My mom wanted to save money with one of those "Bundle" deals.
I had to get a new cell number, phone number, and even internet. I was being disconnected from the world while everything got switched. Now I know how the pioneers felt.
"Do you have to leave now? I have a show tonight." I said.
Those were the good days. I loved theatre. We were doing the final performance Okalahoma and tonight was the party.
"Yeah, I kinda do. If I don't get to registration on time they give away my dorm and keep the deposit." He laughed and then left.
The next day I called his dorm. A guy picked up but not the one I wanted. He said that he didn't have a roomie.
End Flashback
"Oh my God!" I squealed like an excited teenie I was so happy. I hadn't seen him in years.
"Babe! I went in to talk with Gary Yates and I see a Lindsey Hamilton's resume on the desk and thought 'Shit I Hope its her or I'm gonna look like a pervert chasing a random chick in the parking lot.' "
"Well, that's pretty much you, chasing random chicks..." I said as Carl got a look of disbelief on his face.
"Kidding!" I said and had a good laugh.
"Lindsey, will you move in with me? I know it's quick but I don't want to loose you again. I just got off tour with My Chemical Romance. I might try to get another guitar tech job but I need a break." Carl pleaded
"How can I say no? And wow, MCR, that is awesome if only I had the same. I've been trying to do some tech here and there and then see if I can even get a road manager job, that or an advance person You know If I could choose it would really be tour coordinator."
"Well It's settled then... lets grab you shit and move!"
Lindsey's POV
It's been two weeks and life has been better. Still no job but hey, flipping burgers is an important job, I bet I could do that. And today was my 22nd Birthday. It was kinda special for me. I mean I've been able to drink for a whole year...legally that is. Carl was still asleep and it was six in the morning. I'm going to sleep in and I don't have work or an interview...Happy Birthday Lindsey!
Carl's POV
I woke up at 9 in the morning and was glad Lindsey was still asleep. I was going to cook today...and not burn anything , melt anything, or burn anything down. I had gotten pretty good at it. So I went to the kitchen put on some coffee and as much as I hate to say... grabbed an apron... there were my good pajamas, and started cooking.
About 45 minutes later when I had breakfast in bed finished and was almost done zipping up the Bass she had always wanted , there was a knock on the door. I went to get it hoping it didn't wake her up and I never could have guessed who was standing there. It was none other than Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong.
"Carl Matthews? Um, I know it's a little early but can I talk to you about our upcoming tour?"
"Sure." I said wondering why he wanted to talk to me. "But I just need to finish a little something, it's my girlfriends birthday." I said with the tray in hand, glad I had taken the apron off and the bass hanging by a few fingers in my hand.
"Take you time." He said and sat down in the "living" room. Lofts didn't really have rooms but hey, it seamed more like home if you had "rooms".
I went to our bedroom and sat the tray down on the bedside table and sat the bass by a small 45 watt amp. She looked so peaceful when she slept, but I wasn't gonna wake her just to say "Hey, one of you gods is in the living room."
Billie's POV
He seamed like a nice guy, I mean breakfast in bed and all, but I really wonder what kind of guitar that was... fender for sure but...there should be better things to think about. How am I suppose to say 'One of out guitar techs quit and Ray Toro said you were one of the best will you please come on tour?' Well, that actually doesn't sound that bad.
Carl's POV
"Ok, I'm good now, why did you want to talk to me about your tour?" I asked having no clue what the answer would be.
"Well, about a week ago one of our guitar techs quit and no we have to fill the spot in a week." Billie said. "So I was talking to Ray From My Chemical Romance and he said you were one of the best, so I was wondering if you could be the other guitar tech for this tour?"
Right after Billie finished I heard the buzz of an amp and the Longview bass line. I knew who was up, and apparently liked her present. I always knew she wanted a Mike Dirnt Precision Bass.
"Sure, I'll be the replacement, I hate to leave, but my girlfriend would kill me if I didn't, she's a huge ass fan." I said.
Then as if there weren't enough interruptions Billie's phone went off.
"What do you mean the drum tech quit too? Why in the hell are we having the worse time with techs? And now we have to find a drum tech? No I don't even know if we have another guitar tech! I'll call you back," He said in disbelief and turned to me,
"You wouldn't happen to know a drum tech that knows the music and would come on short notice do you?"
"Yes, I actually do, I'll be right back." And I took off running to my room, god, Lindsey was going to freak. I ran in and she started to hug the living hell out of me.
"I LOVE IT! YOU REALLY MUST LOVE ME OR JUST WANT TO MAKE UP FOR SWITCHING DORMS!" she said as if this was the first time in her life she was ever happy. I picked her up bass and all and said,
"Hey, come on you lazy bum, I'm getting you a job that you'll going to enjoy. I know you can be a drum tech." as I carried her back the living room.
"Hey, that's mean calling me a bum." she said with a hurt look on her face.
"Fine, you're a sexy gal that is having a trouble finding a job and I just got you one."
Lindsey's POV
Carl carried me all the way to the living room and I had no clue what his intentions were. He rounded a corner and I saw Billie Joe Armstrong sitting on my couch.
"Umm, Carl is there a gas leak?" I asked thinking it was that or a serious night quill side affect. I mean that stuff is awesome. Ok I have a little problem, so what? It's under control.
"Nope. Billie, this is Lindsey; Lindsey, this is your God, Ok Were All Acquainted. Billie this is girlfriend, she plays guitar, bass, and drums so she can do tech for any. " He said as he put me down on the loveseat and flopped down beside me.
"Hey, watch the bass! I've had it 5 minutes and you bust it I will never forgive you!"
"Wow, really all three? But, yes, we're going on tour on a week and I'm sure you know that if you refer to me as God, our drum tech just quit and your boyfriend to take the place of the guitar tech that quit. Would you replace the drum tech?"
"You have to ask? Yeah of course I will!" I said. Damn, this was the best birthday ever. So we settled out dates and times and that was that. Billie left, and we started to pack.
I would soon learn that tour was going to be more complicated than I had ever thought.
I turned around and saw a face that I thought I would never see again.
END REAP
It was my boyfriend, Carl, that has dropped off the face of the earth. Of course, No one actually drops off the earth. Hell, Columbus didn't so I knew he was out there somewhere.
Flashback
I still have 2 more years of high school and my boyfriend is moving half way across the country. Why did he have to be 2 years older? But I would always love him.
"Bye Babe. I'll miss you. Remember here's my dorm phone number. I know it's the only way we can get in touch." Carl said with a sincere look on his face.
All my phone lines were being switched. My mom wanted to save money with one of those "Bundle" deals.
I had to get a new cell number, phone number, and even internet. I was being disconnected from the world while everything got switched. Now I know how the pioneers felt.
"Do you have to leave now? I have a show tonight." I said.
Those were the good days. I loved theatre. We were doing the final performance Okalahoma and tonight was the party.
"Yeah, I kinda do. If I don't get to registration on time they give away my dorm and keep the deposit." He laughed and then left.
The next day I called his dorm. A guy picked up but not the one I wanted. He said that he didn't have a roomie.
End Flashback
"Oh my God!" I squealed like an excited teenie I was so happy. I hadn't seen him in years.
"Babe! I went in to talk with Gary Yates and I see a Lindsey Hamilton's resume on the desk and thought 'Shit I Hope its her or I'm gonna look like a pervert chasing a random chick in the parking lot.' "
"Well, that's pretty much you, chasing random chicks..." I said as Carl got a look of disbelief on his face.
"Kidding!" I said and had a good laugh.
"Lindsey, will you move in with me? I know it's quick but I don't want to loose you again. I just got off tour with My Chemical Romance. I might try to get another guitar tech job but I need a break." Carl pleaded
"How can I say no? And wow, MCR, that is awesome if only I had the same. I've been trying to do some tech here and there and then see if I can even get a road manager job, that or an advance person You know If I could choose it would really be tour coordinator."
"Well It's settled then... lets grab you shit and move!"
Lindsey's POV
It's been two weeks and life has been better. Still no job but hey, flipping burgers is an important job, I bet I could do that. And today was my 22nd Birthday. It was kinda special for me. I mean I've been able to drink for a whole year...legally that is. Carl was still asleep and it was six in the morning. I'm going to sleep in and I don't have work or an interview...Happy Birthday Lindsey!
Carl's POV
I woke up at 9 in the morning and was glad Lindsey was still asleep. I was going to cook today...and not burn anything , melt anything, or burn anything down. I had gotten pretty good at it. So I went to the kitchen put on some coffee and as much as I hate to say... grabbed an apron... there were my good pajamas, and started cooking.
About 45 minutes later when I had breakfast in bed finished and was almost done zipping up the Bass she had always wanted , there was a knock on the door. I went to get it hoping it didn't wake her up and I never could have guessed who was standing there. It was none other than Billie Joe Fucking Armstrong.
"Carl Matthews? Um, I know it's a little early but can I talk to you about our upcoming tour?"
"Sure." I said wondering why he wanted to talk to me. "But I just need to finish a little something, it's my girlfriends birthday." I said with the tray in hand, glad I had taken the apron off and the bass hanging by a few fingers in my hand.
"Take you time." He said and sat down in the "living" room. Lofts didn't really have rooms but hey, it seamed more like home if you had "rooms".
I went to our bedroom and sat the tray down on the bedside table and sat the bass by a small 45 watt amp. She looked so peaceful when she slept, but I wasn't gonna wake her just to say "Hey, one of you gods is in the living room."
Billie's POV
He seamed like a nice guy, I mean breakfast in bed and all, but I really wonder what kind of guitar that was... fender for sure but...there should be better things to think about. How am I suppose to say 'One of out guitar techs quit and Ray Toro said you were one of the best will you please come on tour?' Well, that actually doesn't sound that bad.
Carl's POV
"Ok, I'm good now, why did you want to talk to me about your tour?" I asked having no clue what the answer would be.
"Well, about a week ago one of our guitar techs quit and no we have to fill the spot in a week." Billie said. "So I was talking to Ray From My Chemical Romance and he said you were one of the best, so I was wondering if you could be the other guitar tech for this tour?"
Right after Billie finished I heard the buzz of an amp and the Longview bass line. I knew who was up, and apparently liked her present. I always knew she wanted a Mike Dirnt Precision Bass.
"Sure, I'll be the replacement, I hate to leave, but my girlfriend would kill me if I didn't, she's a huge ass fan." I said.
Then as if there weren't enough interruptions Billie's phone went off.
"What do you mean the drum tech quit too? Why in the hell are we having the worse time with techs? And now we have to find a drum tech? No I don't even know if we have another guitar tech! I'll call you back," He said in disbelief and turned to me,
"You wouldn't happen to know a drum tech that knows the music and would come on short notice do you?"
"Yes, I actually do, I'll be right back." And I took off running to my room, god, Lindsey was going to freak. I ran in and she started to hug the living hell out of me.
"I LOVE IT! YOU REALLY MUST LOVE ME OR JUST WANT TO MAKE UP FOR SWITCHING DORMS!" she said as if this was the first time in her life she was ever happy. I picked her up bass and all and said,
"Hey, come on you lazy bum, I'm getting you a job that you'll going to enjoy. I know you can be a drum tech." as I carried her back the living room.
"Hey, that's mean calling me a bum." she said with a hurt look on her face.
"Fine, you're a sexy gal that is having a trouble finding a job and I just got you one."
Lindsey's POV
Carl carried me all the way to the living room and I had no clue what his intentions were. He rounded a corner and I saw Billie Joe Armstrong sitting on my couch.
"Umm, Carl is there a gas leak?" I asked thinking it was that or a serious night quill side affect. I mean that stuff is awesome. Ok I have a little problem, so what? It's under control.
"Nope. Billie, this is Lindsey; Lindsey, this is your God, Ok Were All Acquainted. Billie this is girlfriend, she plays guitar, bass, and drums so she can do tech for any. " He said as he put me down on the loveseat and flopped down beside me.
"Hey, watch the bass! I've had it 5 minutes and you bust it I will never forgive you!"
"Wow, really all three? But, yes, we're going on tour on a week and I'm sure you know that if you refer to me as God, our drum tech just quit and your boyfriend to take the place of the guitar tech that quit. Would you replace the drum tech?"
"You have to ask? Yeah of course I will!" I said. Damn, this was the best birthday ever. So we settled out dates and times and that was that. Billie left, and we started to pack.
I would soon learn that tour was going to be more complicated than I had ever thought.
