In My Wildest Dreams, chapter 1

So, you’ve never met Billie Joe Armstrong? Well neither have I.
Once after a long tiring six months or more of tours Billie Joe is home… sleeping. Dreaming about something… I don’t know what (I hope it’s me… probably not, oh well).I’m watching him sleep this is sooo exciting. I want to wake him up and introduce myself, but he will probably think I’m a crazy fan (even though I am). He looks so dreamy! I can’t believe I’m in his back yard! I turned and faced opposite of where he was to day dream then turned back around to find him hovering over me. I screamed and started to run. He looked at me real weird and then said,� Wait!� When I stopped I couldn’t move any more my heart was racing like ever before.
He walked up to me. I was scared to death not only because he was walking up to me but because I’ve seen his big jumbo security guards at concerts and they don’t look nice. He said,� Hi, what are you doing at my house… in my backyard?� As soon as the question ended I couldn’t help but to faint. An hour or two later I woke up IN his house ON his couch with an ice pack over my head. I thought I was dreaming so I tried to wake up but I wasn’t. He must have known I had woken up so he said,� You’re lucky my wife and kids aren’t home because if they were my wife would be chasing you around the backyard with a bat. What were you doing in my backyard anyway?�
“I can’t remember.� I replied even tough I could I wasn’t going to tell him it would be too embarrassing. After that we talked for a little and he asked,� Do you play the guitar?�
“Why yes I do.�
“Do you like to sing In front of people?�
“Of course!�
“Hey, I bet Tre and Mike would like you lets go and see them.�
“Okay.�
“Let me call my wife Ill tell her I’m going to hang with them.�
We went to Adeline Records and I met Tre, Mike, and even Jason was there (he’s another guitarist).

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