There Goes My Minnesota Girl…, chapter 1
There Goes My Minnesota Girl...
**was not written by myself. Written and taken with permission from (s. )a. V. Y. **
TIME/SETTING: Green Day is currently in Minnesota, on tour.
Billie Joe's Point Of View
"Ugh... Not again... " I said, referring to the mess in the bookmobile.
"Didn't do it!" said Tre, zooming past me with a stack of songbooks. Tre. Always on the move...
"Tre and I were looking for... Never mind," Mike started, but then decided not to finish.
"Billie, you need to meet a girl," Tre said in my ear. I rolled my eyes.
"Like a girl would want to have me," I said. I thought it was true, because I hadn't dated a girl for about a year now.
"Come on, BJ, you know you're sexy!" Tre exclaimed in horror. Again, I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever... We need to clear out this place... " I said. I picked up a stack of trash and put it in Mike's hands. "Before we know it, this place could be clear of trash!"
***
I sighed. We had finally finished, just in time for the concert.
"So... Ya ready, biznotchays!" Tre said, then ran around crazily. Mike and I rolled our eyes at this.
"C'mon... Let's go," I said, heading for the stage. I noticed only a few people had come out, about 4 or 5. I started playing guitar and a couple people started dancing. "Okay, all... We're... Never mind, I'm going to play At The Library... With or without my bandmates."
So I started playing, and only three people actually knew the words. Three, out of about five.
'Fuck it... ' I thought, but kept playing.
***
Adrienne's Point Of View
This band is awesome... I'm actually seeing them...
That's all I had been thinking the entire evening. I expected that there'd be more people, but there weren't. Maybe... This would give me a chance to talk to the guys of Green Day! That would be awesome.
***
About 3 or 4 beers later, they stopped playing. I was upset, because I had been enjoying myself and actually away from studies. I sadly headed towards the door, but bumped into someone, spilling their beer all over me.
"Oh shit... I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him.
I was staring into the eyes of Billie Joe Armstrong.
**was not written by myself. Written and taken with permission from (s. )a. V. Y. **
TIME/SETTING: Green Day is currently in Minnesota, on tour.
Billie Joe's Point Of View
"Ugh... Not again... " I said, referring to the mess in the bookmobile.
"Didn't do it!" said Tre, zooming past me with a stack of songbooks. Tre. Always on the move...
"Tre and I were looking for... Never mind," Mike started, but then decided not to finish.
"Billie, you need to meet a girl," Tre said in my ear. I rolled my eyes.
"Like a girl would want to have me," I said. I thought it was true, because I hadn't dated a girl for about a year now.
"Come on, BJ, you know you're sexy!" Tre exclaimed in horror. Again, I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever... We need to clear out this place... " I said. I picked up a stack of trash and put it in Mike's hands. "Before we know it, this place could be clear of trash!"
***
I sighed. We had finally finished, just in time for the concert.
"So... Ya ready, biznotchays!" Tre said, then ran around crazily. Mike and I rolled our eyes at this.
"C'mon... Let's go," I said, heading for the stage. I noticed only a few people had come out, about 4 or 5. I started playing guitar and a couple people started dancing. "Okay, all... We're... Never mind, I'm going to play At The Library... With or without my bandmates."
So I started playing, and only three people actually knew the words. Three, out of about five.
'Fuck it... ' I thought, but kept playing.
***
Adrienne's Point Of View
This band is awesome... I'm actually seeing them...
That's all I had been thinking the entire evening. I expected that there'd be more people, but there weren't. Maybe... This would give me a chance to talk to the guys of Green Day! That would be awesome.
***
About 3 or 4 beers later, they stopped playing. I was upset, because I had been enjoying myself and actually away from studies. I sadly headed towards the door, but bumped into someone, spilling their beer all over me.
"Oh shit... I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him.
I was staring into the eyes of Billie Joe Armstrong.
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