Welcome to This Odd Paradise, chapter 14
Tre woke up the next morning with a terrible headache. But, soon realised it was from his cat scratches from the previous night. He rolled over and looked at a sleeping Rae, in this huge house of hers. He decided to explore.
He got up and looked in the guest room to see that Adie and Billie Joe were still sleeping, but Billie's ass was sticking up and his face was in a pillow. Tre kept walking though, realizing that this was not an unusual position for Billie. He got to the living room and saw Mike sleeping in a puddle of his own drool, and kept walking down a long hallway. There was a door at the end tht he didn't recognise from the night before, so he decided to investigate.
The drummer creaked open the door, to reveal a large set of stairs, and took the first step. It creaked a little and he heard Mike groan and roll over in the next room, but he was still in a slumber. He finished down the staircase and flipped a lightswitch to his right.
The room was gigantic. It was filled with instruments of the best quality. There were drums, guitars, basses, keyboards and microphones all over. Tre was reminded of his own home, but at his house there were more drumsets than any other instrument...
He forgot that everyone else was still in dreamland so he sat at the closest set of drums. He ran a finger across the high-hats and then looked around for some drumsticks. He found a pair to his right, picked them up and started to play a random beat. Then he just went wild on the cymbals and all the sudden he heard Rae scream and then a loud crash. Tre jumped up from his seat and ran to hide. He found a closet where all of the wires and extra equiptment was kept and then shut the door. He heard stomping and Rae screamed his name.
"TRE, I KNOW YOU'RE DOWN HERE, SHOW YOURSELF!"
Tre opened the door up just a little bit and showed his face. She stormed over to him, grabbed his shirt and went up the stairs with him.
* * *
Tre was tied to the livingroom chair and had duct tape over his mouth. Rae tied him here, because she was obviously not a morning person. She said she would untie him when she woke up and felt he learned his lesson. Then she went back to sleep.
Tre slipped his left hand out of the rope and then pushed his feet out of it too. Then he slowly ripped off the tape because of his cuts. He was free! Then he decided to have more fun. He found a pair of boxers and put him on his head. He turned on the radio very low and found an old dance station. He planned to make breakfast.
* * *
"I FEEL GOOD! DENA DENA NANANA! I KNEW THAT I WOULD NOW! SO GOOD UH UH SO GOOD, UH UH!"
Tre flipped the pancakes while singing. Then he put the coffee maker on and checked the bacon. He turned all the heat off and set the table.
Rae woke up and dragged her feet to the kitchen. She found everyone eating a delicious breakfast and Tre with boxers on his head, serving food. Then she sat down.
"Tre did you make all this?" She asked.
"Why yes I did my fine lady, care for some pancakes and bacon?" He asked with a false French accent.
"Uh...sure..."
Tre sat down with everyone and began eating his pancakes.
"Well, sinth I woke you up," He coughs, "I decided tho make thonthink for you to eat," Tre said with a mouthful of food. "What's with all those instruments though? I didn't know you played anything."
"Yeah well I play the drums and the guitar, the rest of the stuff is for my band, Method To Madness, they are also vacationing here, but they went to spend the night at the beach with their boyfriends."
"You never said you had a band," Mike said with hot coffee in his hands. He was smelling the fresh aroma.
"Well, I don't like to talk about it. It makes me feel weird when you guys are practically the best band in the world." Billie blushed.
"You really think we are that good?" He asked.
"Of course, you guys are our inspiration," she replied. "I'm the drummer, my friend Jayde is on bass and my friend Jessie is vocals and lead guitar."
"You never said you could drum!" Tre screamed, outraged.
"I uh... forgot, and anyway, the drumset you went nuts on was my favorite, so keep your paws off it mister," she retorted.
"Downstairs, now," Tre said and grabbed her wrist. He dragged her downstairs and sat her down in front of her set. He thrusted sticks in her face and made her drum.She was awesome, she played all kinds of famous solos by lots of bands that Tre knew and some beats Tre never heard before, obviously stuff she had written by herself. Everyone clapped when she was through and then she got up and blushed.
"Lady and gentledudes! I have my queen! My queen of drumming, as I am thy king!" Tre shouted.
He got up and looked in the guest room to see that Adie and Billie Joe were still sleeping, but Billie's ass was sticking up and his face was in a pillow. Tre kept walking though, realizing that this was not an unusual position for Billie. He got to the living room and saw Mike sleeping in a puddle of his own drool, and kept walking down a long hallway. There was a door at the end tht he didn't recognise from the night before, so he decided to investigate.
The drummer creaked open the door, to reveal a large set of stairs, and took the first step. It creaked a little and he heard Mike groan and roll over in the next room, but he was still in a slumber. He finished down the staircase and flipped a lightswitch to his right.
The room was gigantic. It was filled with instruments of the best quality. There were drums, guitars, basses, keyboards and microphones all over. Tre was reminded of his own home, but at his house there were more drumsets than any other instrument...
He forgot that everyone else was still in dreamland so he sat at the closest set of drums. He ran a finger across the high-hats and then looked around for some drumsticks. He found a pair to his right, picked them up and started to play a random beat. Then he just went wild on the cymbals and all the sudden he heard Rae scream and then a loud crash. Tre jumped up from his seat and ran to hide. He found a closet where all of the wires and extra equiptment was kept and then shut the door. He heard stomping and Rae screamed his name.
"TRE, I KNOW YOU'RE DOWN HERE, SHOW YOURSELF!"
Tre opened the door up just a little bit and showed his face. She stormed over to him, grabbed his shirt and went up the stairs with him.
* * *
Tre was tied to the livingroom chair and had duct tape over his mouth. Rae tied him here, because she was obviously not a morning person. She said she would untie him when she woke up and felt he learned his lesson. Then she went back to sleep.
Tre slipped his left hand out of the rope and then pushed his feet out of it too. Then he slowly ripped off the tape because of his cuts. He was free! Then he decided to have more fun. He found a pair of boxers and put him on his head. He turned on the radio very low and found an old dance station. He planned to make breakfast.
* * *
"I FEEL GOOD! DENA DENA NANANA! I KNEW THAT I WOULD NOW! SO GOOD UH UH SO GOOD, UH UH!"
Tre flipped the pancakes while singing. Then he put the coffee maker on and checked the bacon. He turned all the heat off and set the table.
Rae woke up and dragged her feet to the kitchen. She found everyone eating a delicious breakfast and Tre with boxers on his head, serving food. Then she sat down.
"Tre did you make all this?" She asked.
"Why yes I did my fine lady, care for some pancakes and bacon?" He asked with a false French accent.
"Uh...sure..."
Tre sat down with everyone and began eating his pancakes.
"Well, sinth I woke you up," He coughs, "I decided tho make thonthink for you to eat," Tre said with a mouthful of food. "What's with all those instruments though? I didn't know you played anything."
"Yeah well I play the drums and the guitar, the rest of the stuff is for my band, Method To Madness, they are also vacationing here, but they went to spend the night at the beach with their boyfriends."
"You never said you had a band," Mike said with hot coffee in his hands. He was smelling the fresh aroma.
"Well, I don't like to talk about it. It makes me feel weird when you guys are practically the best band in the world." Billie blushed.
"You really think we are that good?" He asked.
"Of course, you guys are our inspiration," she replied. "I'm the drummer, my friend Jayde is on bass and my friend Jessie is vocals and lead guitar."
"You never said you could drum!" Tre screamed, outraged.
"I uh... forgot, and anyway, the drumset you went nuts on was my favorite, so keep your paws off it mister," she retorted.
"Downstairs, now," Tre said and grabbed her wrist. He dragged her downstairs and sat her down in front of her set. He thrusted sticks in her face and made her drum.She was awesome, she played all kinds of famous solos by lots of bands that Tre knew and some beats Tre never heard before, obviously stuff she had written by herself. Everyone clapped when she was through and then she got up and blushed.
"Lady and gentledudes! I have my queen! My queen of drumming, as I am thy king!" Tre shouted.
