3 Songs Written, 2 Stories Told, chapter 1
Jimmy and his father, Harold, were both walking down the street. Harold looked at Jimmy and saw how much they looked alike, with their brown hair and green eyes. But they had nothing in common. Harold liked all the old 80's hair bands, while Jimmy was a new age punk. Harold didn't like that a bit.
"You know son, their was an old band by your name. Ever hear of 'The Jimi Hendrix Expierience'? That's were I got your name after your mother died. Right after your birth, too." Harold's voice carried on in the silent afternoon.
"Thanks, dad. So now I know I'm named after a washed up rocker who choked in his own vomit in a drunken party? That makes me feel so secure." Jimmy looked at his father in teenage angst.
The conversation died.
So they finally reached it. The Master Dome. Green Day was planned to be their, but Harold didn't see what Jimmy saw in them. They paid $70 for the tickets and took their seats. Jimmy looked out and saw his crush and nervously looked away and laughed. She casually sauntered over.
"Hey Jimmy. Whose the old man?" She said in her sweetest voice. Jimmy always thought of her as the most extraordinary girl of all in school.
"H-hi Paulie. This is my dad. He wouldn't let me come by myself, so he drug himself along." His voice rang with a hint of annyoance. Paulie looked concerned at Jimmy. This may be my last chance to get him, Paulie thought to herself. Before he goes off to the other school. She sighed heavily and returned to her seat.
There was a loud explosion on stage and out of the smoke came Green Day, playing Brat as loud as they could. The audience roared. Afterwards, they continued on with Basket Case and a few others Harold couldn't Jimmy couldn't remember the names too.
It all wrapped up and Jimmy, Paulie, and Harold all walked out together, speaking of how great the concert was. Jimmy looked at Paulie, Paulie looked at Jimmy, and they were both in love. But blindly they walked to the edge of a cliff near the dome. Harold was with them, thinking they might need supervision. Out of the bushes came two thugs, armed with brass knuckles and handguns.
"Give us all your loot and noone will get hurt," one of them barked.
"Wouldn't wanna cut up such preety skin!" Said the other, producing a knife from his boot holding Paulie by the shoulder.
"Please dont hurt her." Jimmy said quietly. "We dont have any money. If it would keep you from hurting my dad or her, I'll kill myself. I'll jump off this cliff and you wont be charged with anything if your not caught."
"Well..." One of the thugs held his chin and appeared to be in thought.
"We dont take blood!" The other one yelled. Someone had just heard this and came running. He knocked the thugs out, but one fell on Jimmy, knocking him over the cliff. He fell, yelling at the top of his lungs in deathly nervousness, "I lover her," Then struggling for a name, yelled "Whatsername!" He fell to hs death. The fall left a curious wound on his back that looked like the word, SAINT.
The police arrived and wrote down the whole story, giving it to the press the next day.
Sitting down on the love seat on the tour bus, Billie Joe picked up the newspaper. On the front page was a curious article, "Boy falls off cliff after attacked by theives". After reading this, he sat down and called the boys father. After getting a good bit of info on this, he began writing. He produced 3 new songs, St. Jimmy, Whatsername, and Extraordinary Girl.
Harold died happy after hearing them.
"You know son, their was an old band by your name. Ever hear of 'The Jimi Hendrix Expierience'? That's were I got your name after your mother died. Right after your birth, too." Harold's voice carried on in the silent afternoon.
"Thanks, dad. So now I know I'm named after a washed up rocker who choked in his own vomit in a drunken party? That makes me feel so secure." Jimmy looked at his father in teenage angst.
The conversation died.
So they finally reached it. The Master Dome. Green Day was planned to be their, but Harold didn't see what Jimmy saw in them. They paid $70 for the tickets and took their seats. Jimmy looked out and saw his crush and nervously looked away and laughed. She casually sauntered over.
"Hey Jimmy. Whose the old man?" She said in her sweetest voice. Jimmy always thought of her as the most extraordinary girl of all in school.
"H-hi Paulie. This is my dad. He wouldn't let me come by myself, so he drug himself along." His voice rang with a hint of annyoance. Paulie looked concerned at Jimmy. This may be my last chance to get him, Paulie thought to herself. Before he goes off to the other school. She sighed heavily and returned to her seat.
There was a loud explosion on stage and out of the smoke came Green Day, playing Brat as loud as they could. The audience roared. Afterwards, they continued on with Basket Case and a few others Harold couldn't Jimmy couldn't remember the names too.
It all wrapped up and Jimmy, Paulie, and Harold all walked out together, speaking of how great the concert was. Jimmy looked at Paulie, Paulie looked at Jimmy, and they were both in love. But blindly they walked to the edge of a cliff near the dome. Harold was with them, thinking they might need supervision. Out of the bushes came two thugs, armed with brass knuckles and handguns.
"Give us all your loot and noone will get hurt," one of them barked.
"Wouldn't wanna cut up such preety skin!" Said the other, producing a knife from his boot holding Paulie by the shoulder.
"Please dont hurt her." Jimmy said quietly. "We dont have any money. If it would keep you from hurting my dad or her, I'll kill myself. I'll jump off this cliff and you wont be charged with anything if your not caught."
"Well..." One of the thugs held his chin and appeared to be in thought.
"We dont take blood!" The other one yelled. Someone had just heard this and came running. He knocked the thugs out, but one fell on Jimmy, knocking him over the cliff. He fell, yelling at the top of his lungs in deathly nervousness, "I lover her," Then struggling for a name, yelled "Whatsername!" He fell to hs death. The fall left a curious wound on his back that looked like the word, SAINT.
The police arrived and wrote down the whole story, giving it to the press the next day.
Sitting down on the love seat on the tour bus, Billie Joe picked up the newspaper. On the front page was a curious article, "Boy falls off cliff after attacked by theives". After reading this, he sat down and called the boys father. After getting a good bit of info on this, he began writing. He produced 3 new songs, St. Jimmy, Whatsername, and Extraordinary Girl.
Harold died happy after hearing them.
