The teenies from hell and the band that saved the day!, chapter 2
The teenies from hell were in the washroom at Samantha's house, putting on their eyeliner and mascara. Samantha had on her pink converse with purple laces, her red "I lurv Billy-Jo" shirt, and her denim mini skirt. To tell you the truth, it was the most ugly thing you might ever have seen. Asha was wearing her hair in pigtails out of the sides that looked like her hair was having a seizure, and had on a long black skirt with a red tank top.
She had written "I HEART GREENDAY" On it, note the lack of space between words. Demi was wearing a dress, it was black and had sequins on it. She was carrying a purse. It looked all right, but not exactly concert material.
A car horn honked outside. Samantha squealed and grabbed Asha's hand. The three of them ran down the stairs and out of the front door.
**
"Uh, Billie, don't look now, but we have some bad news." Mike said, pointing.
"T-teeniieesss!" Tre shouted, trying hard not to cry. Of all the dumb, stupid, unlucky luck!
Billie told them to calm down and shrugged it off. It wasn't like it was the first time teenies had backstage passes or whatever- and it wasn't a label as much as it was a personality challenge.
All they needed to do was learn a bit more about the band, right?
**
The teenies from hell opened the limo door, and slid in, across from Billie Joe, Tre, and Mike. They all started giggling like mad.
"Hey, welcome." Tre said.
"Yah. Welcome." Mike added. "Excited?"
Samantha coughed and smiled really widely. The teenies were starting to scare Green Day, so they began asking questions.
"So, do you play any instruments?" Billie Joe asked.
"Yah, we have a band!" Samantha cried. "We'll play for you when we get there... "
"What's the band name?" Tre insisted.
"We call ourselves "The Daggers." And it's really awesome!" Asha piped up. Samantha glared at her.
**
Krissy spun her baseball hat backwards. She was wearing one of her infamous baggy sweaters and her favorite pair of baggy jeans. Racha was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and an awesome black hoodie that said "Go lick a steak knife" On it. Jesse was wearing jeans and a large t-shirt that was faded from the wash.
"Okay, band, before Green Day shows up, lets play... HITCHIN A RIDE!" Krissy cried, enthusiasm pouring out of each word.
"Hell yea!" Racha cried. They skipped the violin at the beginning and Racha opened up with the drums.
"Hey mister where you headed? Are you in a hurry?" Krissy sang, loudly but pretty good.
Jesse started the bass chords and smiled as they went on through the song. Racha was going crazy at the drums, trying hard not to sing along.
**
The limo pulled up, and they were about to honk the horn when...
"That's Hitchin a Ride!" Tre cried.
Tre leapt out of the van, followed by Mike. Billie was left with the teenies. He shifted nervously under their stares.
**
"TROUBLED TIMES, YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIEE!" Krissy sang, lost in her weird world of cats, slushies, and music.
Racha and Jesse started their back up vocals. They didn't hear the garage door open. They finished the song with the lead guitars ending chord. They smiled at each other.
"THAT WAS FUCKING AWSOME!" Tre cried. "You guys are good, how long did it take you to learn that?"
Krissy turned to face Mike and Tre.
"HOLY SHIT!" Racha cried.
"Oh my god... " Jesse whispered.
"Whats up?" Krissy asked.
Tre held out his hand and introduced himself to the band, as did Mike, though they knew perfectly well that the fans knew perfectly well who they were.
"Enchante!" Tre said in a phony French accent, grabbing Racha's hand.
"Tre! Their minor's, cut it out!" Mike said sarcastically. "What's your bands name?"
"We're High-Strung." Jesse said, shaking Mike's hand.
**
Billie sat nervously under the glare of the three girls. He was so relieved when everyone else came into the limo.
"EWWW! Who are these people?" Demi cried.
Krissy and Racha and Jesse all took a seat horizontally from the others. Racha's eyes bulged out in fury.
"ASHA, DEMI, SAMANTHA?"
"Racha, Krissy and Jesse?"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Billie, Tre, and Mike screamed.
"They go to our school." Krissy said, glaring at Samantha.
Soon they all began to talk about their bands and about how many gigs they had played, what songs of their own they had etc, etc. Tre moved over and sat beside Krissy and started whispering something in her ear.
"Hey, what the-"
"We're gonna play telephone!" Tre said happily.
"Okay... "
"Billie watches gay porn!" Tre whispered.
"Oh my god, really?" Krissy asked. Everyone else stared at them. Krissy started to laugh as Tre nodded yes. She whispered onto Racha, who laughed her ass off, who whispered to Jesse who laughed even harder. They whispered it to the teenies, who's eyes bulged and they frowned in disappointment.
Soon Mike had heard it, and it was Billie's turn. Everybody waited in anxiety as he listened, then started laughing.
"Billie watches gay porn!" He repeated, laughing. Suddenly it sunk in. "TRE YOU BASTARD!" He lunged at Tre.
Soon everyone was finished laughing and Tre was rubbing the side of his head.
"I vote we NOT play telephone and just talk." Tre whined.
Asha started talking about a new store that had opened in the mall. Samantha and Demi started chattering excitedly about hats, scarves, and fashion accessories. Everyone else glanced nervously at each other, secretly and inwardly laughing.
She had written "I HEART GREENDAY" On it, note the lack of space between words. Demi was wearing a dress, it was black and had sequins on it. She was carrying a purse. It looked all right, but not exactly concert material.
A car horn honked outside. Samantha squealed and grabbed Asha's hand. The three of them ran down the stairs and out of the front door.
**
"Uh, Billie, don't look now, but we have some bad news." Mike said, pointing.
"T-teeniieesss!" Tre shouted, trying hard not to cry. Of all the dumb, stupid, unlucky luck!
Billie told them to calm down and shrugged it off. It wasn't like it was the first time teenies had backstage passes or whatever- and it wasn't a label as much as it was a personality challenge.
All they needed to do was learn a bit more about the band, right?
**
The teenies from hell opened the limo door, and slid in, across from Billie Joe, Tre, and Mike. They all started giggling like mad.
"Hey, welcome." Tre said.
"Yah. Welcome." Mike added. "Excited?"
Samantha coughed and smiled really widely. The teenies were starting to scare Green Day, so they began asking questions.
"So, do you play any instruments?" Billie Joe asked.
"Yah, we have a band!" Samantha cried. "We'll play for you when we get there... "
"What's the band name?" Tre insisted.
"We call ourselves "The Daggers." And it's really awesome!" Asha piped up. Samantha glared at her.
**
Krissy spun her baseball hat backwards. She was wearing one of her infamous baggy sweaters and her favorite pair of baggy jeans. Racha was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and an awesome black hoodie that said "Go lick a steak knife" On it. Jesse was wearing jeans and a large t-shirt that was faded from the wash.
"Okay, band, before Green Day shows up, lets play... HITCHIN A RIDE!" Krissy cried, enthusiasm pouring out of each word.
"Hell yea!" Racha cried. They skipped the violin at the beginning and Racha opened up with the drums.
"Hey mister where you headed? Are you in a hurry?" Krissy sang, loudly but pretty good.
Jesse started the bass chords and smiled as they went on through the song. Racha was going crazy at the drums, trying hard not to sing along.
**
The limo pulled up, and they were about to honk the horn when...
"That's Hitchin a Ride!" Tre cried.
Tre leapt out of the van, followed by Mike. Billie was left with the teenies. He shifted nervously under their stares.
**
"TROUBLED TIMES, YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIEE!" Krissy sang, lost in her weird world of cats, slushies, and music.
Racha and Jesse started their back up vocals. They didn't hear the garage door open. They finished the song with the lead guitars ending chord. They smiled at each other.
"THAT WAS FUCKING AWSOME!" Tre cried. "You guys are good, how long did it take you to learn that?"
Krissy turned to face Mike and Tre.
"HOLY SHIT!" Racha cried.
"Oh my god... " Jesse whispered.
"Whats up?" Krissy asked.
Tre held out his hand and introduced himself to the band, as did Mike, though they knew perfectly well that the fans knew perfectly well who they were.
"Enchante!" Tre said in a phony French accent, grabbing Racha's hand.
"Tre! Their minor's, cut it out!" Mike said sarcastically. "What's your bands name?"
"We're High-Strung." Jesse said, shaking Mike's hand.
**
Billie sat nervously under the glare of the three girls. He was so relieved when everyone else came into the limo.
"EWWW! Who are these people?" Demi cried.
Krissy and Racha and Jesse all took a seat horizontally from the others. Racha's eyes bulged out in fury.
"ASHA, DEMI, SAMANTHA?"
"Racha, Krissy and Jesse?"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Billie, Tre, and Mike screamed.
"They go to our school." Krissy said, glaring at Samantha.
Soon they all began to talk about their bands and about how many gigs they had played, what songs of their own they had etc, etc. Tre moved over and sat beside Krissy and started whispering something in her ear.
"Hey, what the-"
"We're gonna play telephone!" Tre said happily.
"Okay... "
"Billie watches gay porn!" Tre whispered.
"Oh my god, really?" Krissy asked. Everyone else stared at them. Krissy started to laugh as Tre nodded yes. She whispered onto Racha, who laughed her ass off, who whispered to Jesse who laughed even harder. They whispered it to the teenies, who's eyes bulged and they frowned in disappointment.
Soon Mike had heard it, and it was Billie's turn. Everybody waited in anxiety as he listened, then started laughing.
"Billie watches gay porn!" He repeated, laughing. Suddenly it sunk in. "TRE YOU BASTARD!" He lunged at Tre.
Soon everyone was finished laughing and Tre was rubbing the side of his head.
"I vote we NOT play telephone and just talk." Tre whined.
Asha started talking about a new store that had opened in the mall. Samantha and Demi started chattering excitedly about hats, scarves, and fashion accessories. Everyone else glanced nervously at each other, secretly and inwardly laughing.
