Understanding, chapter 2
"Damn it Tre! Can't you play any better? That was shit." I heard Billie yell. That was it. My last straw had finally broken.
"If I'm such a fuck up, why am I still here? You know what; have fun trying to find another drummer for your band, because as of now, I'm out." I muttered, walking to the door. I turned around one last time to see his shocked and sad face.
"I'm sick of being ignored, I'm sick of being yelled out for doing nothing. I'm sick of being the one to blame." I finished, twisting the doorknob open. I heard Billie's breath hitch.
"Tre no! I'm sorry! Don't you walk out that door!" Billie yelled, chasing for me, but by then, I was already out the door.
Billie
I stumbled back to the couch, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes. Deep thought swirled around in my head. Was this really it? Had I pushed Tre to his breaking point? I saw Mike come in, coffee at hand.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside me.
"Tre man, he left." I chocked. Mike opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
[u]Tre[/u]
I trudged down the empty boulevard, hearing a recorded song from The Phenamanonts blast from my cell phone. I checked the caller I.D.
Dirnt Man I sighed as I turned my cell phone off, Mike must of gotten home and heard about my outburst. I couldn't help but think if I really meant it. Was this all over? No more Green Day? No more large amounts of liquor and groupies? I sighed as I shook these thoughts out of my head. All I wanted to think about was the road ahead of me, the road of the unknown.
Mike
I franticly paced the room and snapped my cell phone shut. I can't believe Tre would do that. Just walk out of the band? Come on, but what I wanted to know what Billie did. Surly Tre didn't just walk out and quit on us. Green Day would be nothing without him. Or that was what I thought. He also walked out on us. As friends.
Tre
"One coffee, please." I mumbled and handed the cashier a buck fifty. He slid me the warm liquid and told me to have a nice day.
"You too man." I muttered and went out of the convenient store, shaking. I knew I should have brought my jacket.
"Holy shit! It's Tre Cool!" I heard some underage girls scream. I rolled my eyes and disappeared into an alleyway, watching the girls run past the building, searching for me. I turned on my cell phone.
[i]142 missed calls[i], holy shit. Most of them were from Mike and Billie. Some of them were from the Jason's and Ronnie. A majority of the last calls were from my manager. I rolled my eyes and decided to talk to Mike.
"Hello?" his nasally called out. He had worry in his voice. I sighed.
"Hey man." I muttered. Mike's gasp on the other line didn't surprise me.
"Tre you've-"
"No, don't say it. I'm sick of the way you guys treat me. I'm not here for your convenience." I sighed.
"Can we at least talk about this?" I heard his exasperated voice plead. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, sure, but there isn't anything left to talk about. I quit, that's all that needs to be said. See you." I muttered.
"Tre pleas-" I hung up and sighed. They would never understand.
"If I'm such a fuck up, why am I still here? You know what; have fun trying to find another drummer for your band, because as of now, I'm out." I muttered, walking to the door. I turned around one last time to see his shocked and sad face.
"I'm sick of being ignored, I'm sick of being yelled out for doing nothing. I'm sick of being the one to blame." I finished, twisting the doorknob open. I heard Billie's breath hitch.
"Tre no! I'm sorry! Don't you walk out that door!" Billie yelled, chasing for me, but by then, I was already out the door.
Billie
I stumbled back to the couch, wiping a few stray tears from my eyes. Deep thought swirled around in my head. Was this really it? Had I pushed Tre to his breaking point? I saw Mike come in, coffee at hand.
"Hey man, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting down beside me.
"Tre man, he left." I chocked. Mike opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
[u]Tre[/u]
I trudged down the empty boulevard, hearing a recorded song from The Phenamanonts blast from my cell phone. I checked the caller I.D.
Dirnt Man I sighed as I turned my cell phone off, Mike must of gotten home and heard about my outburst. I couldn't help but think if I really meant it. Was this all over? No more Green Day? No more large amounts of liquor and groupies? I sighed as I shook these thoughts out of my head. All I wanted to think about was the road ahead of me, the road of the unknown.
Mike
I franticly paced the room and snapped my cell phone shut. I can't believe Tre would do that. Just walk out of the band? Come on, but what I wanted to know what Billie did. Surly Tre didn't just walk out and quit on us. Green Day would be nothing without him. Or that was what I thought. He also walked out on us. As friends.
Tre
"One coffee, please." I mumbled and handed the cashier a buck fifty. He slid me the warm liquid and told me to have a nice day.
"You too man." I muttered and went out of the convenient store, shaking. I knew I should have brought my jacket.
"Holy shit! It's Tre Cool!" I heard some underage girls scream. I rolled my eyes and disappeared into an alleyway, watching the girls run past the building, searching for me. I turned on my cell phone.
[i]142 missed calls[i], holy shit. Most of them were from Mike and Billie. Some of them were from the Jason's and Ronnie. A majority of the last calls were from my manager. I rolled my eyes and decided to talk to Mike.
"Hello?" his nasally called out. He had worry in his voice. I sighed.
"Hey man." I muttered. Mike's gasp on the other line didn't surprise me.
"Tre you've-"
"No, don't say it. I'm sick of the way you guys treat me. I'm not here for your convenience." I sighed.
"Can we at least talk about this?" I heard his exasperated voice plead. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, sure, but there isn't anything left to talk about. I quit, that's all that needs to be said. See you." I muttered.
"Tre pleas-" I hung up and sighed. They would never understand.
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