Blood, Sweat, and Tears, chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Billie Joe Armstrong. And a little boy named Mike Dirnt. And a little boy named Tre Cool. These 3 boys soon grew into men. Strong, HOT, men. And not just men. These men were
musicians.
Mike played the bass. Billie Joe sang and played the electric guitar. Tre played the drums. Somehow they all met and started a band called Green Day.
Green Day was a great band. Their newest hit record, American Idiot was GREAT.
And that's pretty much where we are now.
Tre' Cool
"Daddy!" young Joseph Armstrong pulled on his father's sleeve. "Come
on! I'm hungry, let's go eat dinner!" Joseph whined.
Billie Joe sighed deeply and put down his guitar, right in the middle of the song called "Whatshername". He turned toward his son.
"Joey, I'm busy right now. I need to finish this practice, and then we can
go upstairs and eat. I promise,"? Billie Joe quickly hugged his son and then went back to his band.
"Look, Billie, its okay if you want to cut practice short. Again," Mike rolled his eyes.
"No,"? Billie said firmly. "The concert is in two days. We have to practice. Now let's take it from the top."
It had been three hours since Joey had begged to leave. But Billie Joe insisted on still playing. Joey had fallen asleep on the cold recording studio floor.
Tre finally just stopped playing in the middle of a song. (The song was St. Jimmy, incase you wanted to know)
"Beej, come on. The kid fell asleep on the floor. We've practiced enough
for one night. We all need our rest." Billie nodded, giving in.
"You're right. Okay, see you tomorrow at noon for practice,"? Billie Joe
picked up his sleeping child gently and carried him upstairs.
"Hey Adrienne. I'm just going to put Joey in bed. He fell asleep downstairs,"? Billie said to his wife. Adrienne nodded and kissed her husband and then her son on the cheek.
Tre and Mike followed Billie Joe upstairs.
"Bye Adrienne,"? they whispered as they crept out the door. Adrienne nodded at them and headed upstairs to go to bed.
"I'm sorry guys, it just doesn't sound right. And the concert is in five hours," Billie told his band members the next day. Tre sighed.
"What the fuck do you want us to do about it??? We're just playing the song that you told us to play," Tre stood up and walked over to Billie Joe.
"I don't know!!!! Just make it sound good!"? Billie demanded. Tre stepped closer to Billie Joe.
"What is your fucking problem??"? he shouted at the singer.
"What is your fucking problem??" Billie Joe screeched back at Tre.
Now Mike felt he had to step in. "Tre, Billie, come on. Let's just calm down and get back to practice, Mike tried to calm everyone down.
Tre' backed up. "No. You can. I'm done. I'm done with this stupid fucking
band and this stupid fucking singer," Tre' yelled, smashing his drum sticks against the wall. "Good luck finding a drummer five hours before your biggest fucking concert ever!" Tre' screamed and ran up the basement steps.
Billie Joe and Mike ran after him. But he was long gone by the time they got upstairs.
Five hours later Tre' hadn't come back. And the concert was starting. Billie Joe and Mike had run out of ideas. They would have to cancel the biggest concert
off the year.
"Hello. I have some bad news. This concert is, uh, cancelled,"? Billie Joe
stepped onto the stage quickly and exited as fast as he could.
"How did it go?"? Mike asked Billie, yelling over the loud noise of the fans
confused chatter.
"Bad. Fucking bad. We have to go,"? Billie and Mike ran out of the concert
area into Billie's black SUV.
Billie drove away as fast as he could. And he knew right where he was going.
Half an hour Billie Joe and Mike were at Tre' Cool's house. Billie slammed his car door shut and ran up to the front door. He knocked on it furiously, but when no one answered he just pulled the door open stormed inside.
Mike ran after him, trying to slow him down, but Billie just pushed him away.
"TRE? I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING HERE, TRE!"? Billie yelled. Billie Joe ran all over Tre's house, looking in every room. Mike helped him look, but tried to keep Billie calm at the same time.
Finally Billie just couldn't take it any more. Green Day was his life. Nothing, no one, could ever compare to Green Day. Nothing could even come close. How could Tre' do this? Billie thought. We were a team. Billie sat down on Tre's couch and sighed deeply. Mike joined him.
"What are we going to do?"? Billie Joe said, fighting back tears.
Now, don't get me wrong. Billie Joe Armstrong is not a crybaby. But hey, if you just lost one of your best friends, wouldn't you want to cry too?
"I don't know. We have to call him," Mike tried to comfort Billie.
Billie nodded. "You're right. Let's call him,"? both Billie and Mike called Tre's cell phone ten times each, but he never answered. So Billie Joe and Mike had no choice. They went home.
musicians.
Mike played the bass. Billie Joe sang and played the electric guitar. Tre played the drums. Somehow they all met and started a band called Green Day.
Green Day was a great band. Their newest hit record, American Idiot was GREAT.
And that's pretty much where we are now.
Tre' Cool
"Daddy!" young Joseph Armstrong pulled on his father's sleeve. "Come
on! I'm hungry, let's go eat dinner!" Joseph whined.
Billie Joe sighed deeply and put down his guitar, right in the middle of the song called "Whatshername". He turned toward his son.
"Joey, I'm busy right now. I need to finish this practice, and then we can
go upstairs and eat. I promise,"? Billie Joe quickly hugged his son and then went back to his band.
"Look, Billie, its okay if you want to cut practice short. Again," Mike rolled his eyes.
"No,"? Billie said firmly. "The concert is in two days. We have to practice. Now let's take it from the top."
It had been three hours since Joey had begged to leave. But Billie Joe insisted on still playing. Joey had fallen asleep on the cold recording studio floor.
Tre finally just stopped playing in the middle of a song. (The song was St. Jimmy, incase you wanted to know)
"Beej, come on. The kid fell asleep on the floor. We've practiced enough
for one night. We all need our rest." Billie nodded, giving in.
"You're right. Okay, see you tomorrow at noon for practice,"? Billie Joe
picked up his sleeping child gently and carried him upstairs.
"Hey Adrienne. I'm just going to put Joey in bed. He fell asleep downstairs,"? Billie said to his wife. Adrienne nodded and kissed her husband and then her son on the cheek.
Tre and Mike followed Billie Joe upstairs.
"Bye Adrienne,"? they whispered as they crept out the door. Adrienne nodded at them and headed upstairs to go to bed.
"I'm sorry guys, it just doesn't sound right. And the concert is in five hours," Billie told his band members the next day. Tre sighed.
"What the fuck do you want us to do about it??? We're just playing the song that you told us to play," Tre stood up and walked over to Billie Joe.
"I don't know!!!! Just make it sound good!"? Billie demanded. Tre stepped closer to Billie Joe.
"What is your fucking problem??"? he shouted at the singer.
"What is your fucking problem??" Billie Joe screeched back at Tre.
Now Mike felt he had to step in. "Tre, Billie, come on. Let's just calm down and get back to practice, Mike tried to calm everyone down.
Tre' backed up. "No. You can. I'm done. I'm done with this stupid fucking
band and this stupid fucking singer," Tre' yelled, smashing his drum sticks against the wall. "Good luck finding a drummer five hours before your biggest fucking concert ever!" Tre' screamed and ran up the basement steps.
Billie Joe and Mike ran after him. But he was long gone by the time they got upstairs.
Five hours later Tre' hadn't come back. And the concert was starting. Billie Joe and Mike had run out of ideas. They would have to cancel the biggest concert
off the year.
"Hello. I have some bad news. This concert is, uh, cancelled,"? Billie Joe
stepped onto the stage quickly and exited as fast as he could.
"How did it go?"? Mike asked Billie, yelling over the loud noise of the fans
confused chatter.
"Bad. Fucking bad. We have to go,"? Billie and Mike ran out of the concert
area into Billie's black SUV.
Billie drove away as fast as he could. And he knew right where he was going.
Half an hour Billie Joe and Mike were at Tre' Cool's house. Billie slammed his car door shut and ran up to the front door. He knocked on it furiously, but when no one answered he just pulled the door open stormed inside.
Mike ran after him, trying to slow him down, but Billie just pushed him away.
"TRE? I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING HERE, TRE!"? Billie yelled. Billie Joe ran all over Tre's house, looking in every room. Mike helped him look, but tried to keep Billie calm at the same time.
Finally Billie just couldn't take it any more. Green Day was his life. Nothing, no one, could ever compare to Green Day. Nothing could even come close. How could Tre' do this? Billie thought. We were a team. Billie sat down on Tre's couch and sighed deeply. Mike joined him.
"What are we going to do?"? Billie Joe said, fighting back tears.
Now, don't get me wrong. Billie Joe Armstrong is not a crybaby. But hey, if you just lost one of your best friends, wouldn't you want to cry too?
"I don't know. We have to call him," Mike tried to comfort Billie.
Billie nodded. "You're right. Let's call him,"? both Billie and Mike called Tre's cell phone ten times each, but he never answered. So Billie Joe and Mike had no choice. They went home.
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