Blood, Sweat, and Tears, chapter 2
Only days passed, but to Mike and Billie it felt like months. They called every
day, every hour, every minute. No answer. They e-mailed, IMed, text-messaged.
Nothing. Tre' was mad. REALLY mad. And he wasn't giving up on his madness.
The next day Billie had a new idea. He called Claudia, Tre's ex-wife. But she
didn't know about Tre's whereabouts either. Tre' was a missing person.
The day after that Mike called Lisea, Tre's other ex-wife. Still no response.
Now Billie and Mike were worried. What if something happened to Tre'?
Finally they got something. Some lead, some answer. It was an e-mail.
To: BillieJoeBlue39@billiejoe.net
Subject: {no subject}
Message: Hello. I am alive. Please do not call me or e-mail me any longer. I
have moved on with my life.
-Tre' Cool
The message was devastating. Billie and Mike broke down. Green Day was broken up. For good.
Billie Joe and Mike are not mean people. They abided by Tre's wishes. They
simply left him alone. No phone calls, no e-mails. No contact. Not one thing.
This time, months did go past. Actually, not just months.
Years. Correction:
One year. One year went past with no contact. Billie and Mike got new jobs. At first they quit playing music all together, and began working as a stand-up comic and a mechanic. But they hated their new jobs, and soon started playing music again.
Meanwhile, Tre' was in Washington, D.C. He had gotten an apartment there, and was having a lot of fun thinking and sight-seeing. The first thing he saw was
the White House. He threw a tomato at the front lawn, but a security guard came
and chased him away.
Tre' didn't really do that much in D.C. He got a job as a part-time jazz
player at a club, and he worked every Thursday, Friday, and Sunday night from
4:00 p.m.-10:00 p.m., earning $7.50 an hour plus tips.
But just being a jazz player wasn't enough for Tre'. He wanted more than
that. He secretly yearned for something real, something with importance. Tre'
would never admit it, but he wished that he was still in Green Day.
Instead of calling Billie Joe or Mike, Tre' did something else. He thought he
needed some closure, something to make him truly forget Green Day. So Tre' Cool got a job at McDonalds.
Yes, I know, who would have had ever expected it? Well, he did it. He needed the money, and he needed the closure. Tre' was a nobody. People didn't even recognize him or ask him for an autograph. They just said: "Uh, I'll have a
number two with fries and a Coke." Tre' upset at this. He wanted to be famous
again, but not because of Green Day. So he quit his job and McDonalds and
went job hunting yet again.
He found a job as a drum teacher at Murray's Music Palace. He taught little
six-year-old kids, and fragile eighty-year-old men. But he had fun. Until
finally his worst fear and his dream came true.
It happened on Saturday, Tre's main teaching day. A kid came in that looked about fifteen years old. She had jet black hair and bright blue eyes. Her ears, nose, and lip was pierced. Her black tee-shirt read: HI. DIE. BYE. Tre' was
scared of this kid just looking at her.
"Hello. My name is Frank Wright, and I'll be your drum teacher today. Now
let's start off with how you hold the sticks-"
The girl cut him off. "Oh my God! You're Tre' Cool, the drummer in Green
Day!" the girl yelled. "It is SO awesome to meet you! My name is Kylie
Winters, and I've loved Green Day ever since I was a baby!" Kylie screamed.
Tre' tried to calm her down. "Look, I am Tre' Cool, but for now I am Frank
Wright, and I will be your drum teacher for today," Tre' said firmly. The girl
just sighed deeply and the lesson began.
On the way back to his apartment, Tre' started thinking about Kylie. This is
good, he tried to convince himself. Some people do remember me. Tre' said in his mind. A thought came into his mind, but he pushed it away as soon as it entered.
But I don't want her to remember me. I want Billie and Mike to remember me.
day, every hour, every minute. No answer. They e-mailed, IMed, text-messaged.
Nothing. Tre' was mad. REALLY mad. And he wasn't giving up on his madness.
The next day Billie had a new idea. He called Claudia, Tre's ex-wife. But she
didn't know about Tre's whereabouts either. Tre' was a missing person.
The day after that Mike called Lisea, Tre's other ex-wife. Still no response.
Now Billie and Mike were worried. What if something happened to Tre'?
Finally they got something. Some lead, some answer. It was an e-mail.
To: BillieJoeBlue39@billiejoe.net
Subject: {no subject}
Message: Hello. I am alive. Please do not call me or e-mail me any longer. I
have moved on with my life.
-Tre' Cool
The message was devastating. Billie and Mike broke down. Green Day was broken up. For good.
Billie Joe and Mike are not mean people. They abided by Tre's wishes. They
simply left him alone. No phone calls, no e-mails. No contact. Not one thing.
This time, months did go past. Actually, not just months.
Years. Correction:
One year. One year went past with no contact. Billie and Mike got new jobs. At first they quit playing music all together, and began working as a stand-up comic and a mechanic. But they hated their new jobs, and soon started playing music again.
Meanwhile, Tre' was in Washington, D.C. He had gotten an apartment there, and was having a lot of fun thinking and sight-seeing. The first thing he saw was
the White House. He threw a tomato at the front lawn, but a security guard came
and chased him away.
Tre' didn't really do that much in D.C. He got a job as a part-time jazz
player at a club, and he worked every Thursday, Friday, and Sunday night from
4:00 p.m.-10:00 p.m., earning $7.50 an hour plus tips.
But just being a jazz player wasn't enough for Tre'. He wanted more than
that. He secretly yearned for something real, something with importance. Tre'
would never admit it, but he wished that he was still in Green Day.
Instead of calling Billie Joe or Mike, Tre' did something else. He thought he
needed some closure, something to make him truly forget Green Day. So Tre' Cool got a job at McDonalds.
Yes, I know, who would have had ever expected it? Well, he did it. He needed the money, and he needed the closure. Tre' was a nobody. People didn't even recognize him or ask him for an autograph. They just said: "Uh, I'll have a
number two with fries and a Coke." Tre' upset at this. He wanted to be famous
again, but not because of Green Day. So he quit his job and McDonalds and
went job hunting yet again.
He found a job as a drum teacher at Murray's Music Palace. He taught little
six-year-old kids, and fragile eighty-year-old men. But he had fun. Until
finally his worst fear and his dream came true.
It happened on Saturday, Tre's main teaching day. A kid came in that looked about fifteen years old. She had jet black hair and bright blue eyes. Her ears, nose, and lip was pierced. Her black tee-shirt read: HI. DIE. BYE. Tre' was
scared of this kid just looking at her.
"Hello. My name is Frank Wright, and I'll be your drum teacher today. Now
let's start off with how you hold the sticks-"
The girl cut him off. "Oh my God! You're Tre' Cool, the drummer in Green
Day!" the girl yelled. "It is SO awesome to meet you! My name is Kylie
Winters, and I've loved Green Day ever since I was a baby!" Kylie screamed.
Tre' tried to calm her down. "Look, I am Tre' Cool, but for now I am Frank
Wright, and I will be your drum teacher for today," Tre' said firmly. The girl
just sighed deeply and the lesson began.
On the way back to his apartment, Tre' started thinking about Kylie. This is
good, he tried to convince himself. Some people do remember me. Tre' said in his mind. A thought came into his mind, but he pushed it away as soon as it entered.
But I don't want her to remember me. I want Billie and Mike to remember me.
