2028, chapter 13
Mike sat in his basement, three weeks later. He was on a search for some of his stuff, well all of his stuff. When Green Day had broken up, Mike had shoved all of his stuff in the closet, hoping to never see it again. Now, he had to find it and get it all up to Oakland by tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day the three started to practice and see if they could actually do this. Billie Joe wouldn't be singing for a few more weeks, but he would play his guitars and attempt to capture their former glory. He finally came across a case and amplifier and nearly jumped for joy when saw it was indeed his bass and amp. He took it out and played for nearly three hours.
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"Well uh... Do you wanna do an old one or like... A cover or a... I dunno," Billie
Joe offered to begin their first band practice since 2018, when Tre had left. He scratched his neck and pushed down on Blue (the original), leaning on it awkwardly.
"I think we oughtta do something easier... You know, like off 1039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours or Kerplunk!" Mike suggested but Tre objected.
"Nah, we should do something from Insomniac... 86."
"Tre, no. I think we oughtta do Welcome to Paradise," Billie retorted.
Mike had other ideas, "How 'bout Private Ale?"
"Oh shut up and play something," announced a voice coming into the room. It was Joey, followed by Ramona, Estelle, Frankito and Jakob.
"What are you doing here?" Mike asked, "Since when can you just randomly walk into Billie's house?"
"Well, you always told us that we couldn't watch your practices 'cause we were to young," Frankito smiled.
"We figure we're old enough now," Estelle added.
"And you can't stop us," Joey put in.
"We're adults," Jakob finished.
"This sounds rehearsed," Billie Joe rolled his eyes and suddenly he was thirty-four again and his kids were young and obnoxious little brats. They were crawling over the sofa and playing basketball in the driveway, all the while begging him to join them and he would, over half of the time. But suddenly someone said something and Billie was knocked out of those memories.
"What?"
"I said do Brainstew," Joey repeated, as Jakob glowered at him.
"No fair," he complained, "That's about you! Do something good."
"Hey, uh boys," Mike suggested, "You're not eleven and seven anymore, that kind of fighting makes you seem real immature."
"Yeah seriously," said Frankito, "I think you should play Minority, end of story."
"Minority's good," Stella agreed as Ramona nodded. They turned to Joey and Jake and the two just shrugged.
"Fine," Billie said, "Then Minority it is. Uh... Don't do the extra part at the beginning... Actually Joey get up and play the damn guitar."
"Yes sir," Joey said and began to fish through cases near the wall.
"How come Joey gets to play guitar!" Jakob complained, not actually caring, just feeling like he was seven.
"'Cause I said so mister, don't use that attitude with me!" Billie warned, a smile in his eyes the entire time. Interrupting him, Tre started the count and so the song became. Things traveled back through time, making Billie feel as if he were back in the 00's. Somehow, this song made him relax and thrive and he knew for sure that he could do this, that he could reunite with his band and it would take some time, some commitment, and some practice (he had to admit it sounded mediocre), but there was hope, they could do it. After the song he gazed at his friends with pride and newfound pride.
"Guys, we're gonna do it," he smiled and strummed a hard chord on his guitar.
**
"Well uh... Do you wanna do an old one or like... A cover or a... I dunno," Billie
Joe offered to begin their first band practice since 2018, when Tre had left. He scratched his neck and pushed down on Blue (the original), leaning on it awkwardly.
"I think we oughtta do something easier... You know, like off 1039/ Smoothed Out Slappy Hours or Kerplunk!" Mike suggested but Tre objected.
"Nah, we should do something from Insomniac... 86."
"Tre, no. I think we oughtta do Welcome to Paradise," Billie retorted.
Mike had other ideas, "How 'bout Private Ale?"
"Oh shut up and play something," announced a voice coming into the room. It was Joey, followed by Ramona, Estelle, Frankito and Jakob.
"What are you doing here?" Mike asked, "Since when can you just randomly walk into Billie's house?"
"Well, you always told us that we couldn't watch your practices 'cause we were to young," Frankito smiled.
"We figure we're old enough now," Estelle added.
"And you can't stop us," Joey put in.
"We're adults," Jakob finished.
"This sounds rehearsed," Billie Joe rolled his eyes and suddenly he was thirty-four again and his kids were young and obnoxious little brats. They were crawling over the sofa and playing basketball in the driveway, all the while begging him to join them and he would, over half of the time. But suddenly someone said something and Billie was knocked out of those memories.
"What?"
"I said do Brainstew," Joey repeated, as Jakob glowered at him.
"No fair," he complained, "That's about you! Do something good."
"Hey, uh boys," Mike suggested, "You're not eleven and seven anymore, that kind of fighting makes you seem real immature."
"Yeah seriously," said Frankito, "I think you should play Minority, end of story."
"Minority's good," Stella agreed as Ramona nodded. They turned to Joey and Jake and the two just shrugged.
"Fine," Billie said, "Then Minority it is. Uh... Don't do the extra part at the beginning... Actually Joey get up and play the damn guitar."
"Yes sir," Joey said and began to fish through cases near the wall.
"How come Joey gets to play guitar!" Jakob complained, not actually caring, just feeling like he was seven.
"'Cause I said so mister, don't use that attitude with me!" Billie warned, a smile in his eyes the entire time. Interrupting him, Tre started the count and so the song became. Things traveled back through time, making Billie feel as if he were back in the 00's. Somehow, this song made him relax and thrive and he knew for sure that he could do this, that he could reunite with his band and it would take some time, some commitment, and some practice (he had to admit it sounded mediocre), but there was hope, they could do it. After the song he gazed at his friends with pride and newfound pride.
"Guys, we're gonna do it," he smiled and strummed a hard chord on his guitar.
