Say It What It Were!, chapter 2
''HAHAHA WHAT A DIPSHIT! '' Screamed Tre, pointing at the small, helpless man lying on the ground. ''Fuck, I'm soooooo sorry. '' Jason said walking through the doorway.
''Are you ok? '' He asked picking Peter off the ground. ''Shit! Oh, Flibber-booty-sniffers! '' Peter said, the wiping blood from his nose. We were all in stitches, laughing our head off, almost pissing in our pants.
''Guys? Did he just say what I think he just said? '' Mike cracked, crying from laughter.
Peter looked angry. His face was crimson red, with the blood from his nose dribbling down the side of his lip. It made us laugh even harder.
''Oh there you guys are! The show is about to start! We've been looking
Everywhere for you guys! '' Jason sounded excited to find us. But he didn't notice us all this time? Weird.
''Well come-on! Lets go! '' He said motioning us over.
As we passed by Peter, I heard Tre whisper in his ear, ''Hey, no hard feelings Frodo. ''
''My name is not Frodo! '' He said clenching his fists.
''Sorry, Corky, I'll get you a groupie tonight, ok? '' Tre said, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. I bet he would like that. How can a guy like Peter get some action? Peter said nothing. He looked like a 5-year-old that was extremely mad. ''Hey Mike? You don't think he's mad at us, right? '' I asked.
''No, Billie, he's just fine. '' He said smiling. Tre sneezed really loud. ''Sorry, but I'm allergic to bullshit. ''
Tre's POV
We heard some funny music coming from the front. That triumphant, happy music. ''Shit we're late!'' Billie said, starting to sprint to the stage. We all followed him closely, almost running up his ass. Some of our backstage staff pointed to the stage, giving us that 'don't stop, just keep going signal.
''Pretend like we weren't late!'' Billie mumbled from the side of his mouth. I went up to the usual spot, none other than my wife, yep, you got it, my drum set. Billie gave the crowd a few of his signature air-kisses and reached down for his guitar. Ok, here we go.. Well Billie, I tried not to make it obvious, but I am pretty fucking tired from that sprint.
About half-way through the song, the place went black. This is odd. The lights are supposed to go out at the end of Jesus of Suburbia, not now.
''Puh, crappy timing dudes!'' I said raising my fist in the air. Then I noticed something even more odd, my mics didn't work on my drum set. Actually, nothing worked in the whole arena! The crowd first cheered, then gasped, and now they're all giving us the finger? God people, calm yourself down.
I heard a loud clang above my head, but thought nothing about it.
"Hey Tre, we think it's just one of those power outages. We'll just wait until everything comes back on. '' Billie said. I turned around and he was standing right in back of me!
''Aaah shity-poo Billie! Scared me to death! '' I shrieked. I heard another clang
Above my head. This one was louder than usual.
''TRE, BILLIE WATCH OUT! '' I heard Mike shout. I looked up and saw one of those large metal poles that the lights hang off of hanging by one lonely, scrawny cord. My reflexes told me to jump out of the way, but my common
Sense told me different. Billie was in complete shock, he looked like a deer in front of a car; just staring with his eyes wide open. I pushed him as far and as hard as I possibly could. I fell on my stomach and heard a snap. I rolled on my back and saw the poll falling down.
I closed my eyes tight knowing this ain't good. I opened my eyes, I could feel the pole's cold, hard metal, kiss my forehead. I tried to let out a scream, but instead it came out gargled. It stung like a million knives grinding into my skull. I opened my eyes and saw tons of white flashing lights, like fire, swarm my vision. Then it turned black. I closed my eyes trying to get rid of this nightmare.
But this time when I tried to open them, well, my body thought otherwise. I couldn't open them, I felt no more pain... I felt... Nothing.
''Are you ok? '' He asked picking Peter off the ground. ''Shit! Oh, Flibber-booty-sniffers! '' Peter said, the wiping blood from his nose. We were all in stitches, laughing our head off, almost pissing in our pants.
''Guys? Did he just say what I think he just said? '' Mike cracked, crying from laughter.
Peter looked angry. His face was crimson red, with the blood from his nose dribbling down the side of his lip. It made us laugh even harder.
''Oh there you guys are! The show is about to start! We've been looking
Everywhere for you guys! '' Jason sounded excited to find us. But he didn't notice us all this time? Weird.
''Well come-on! Lets go! '' He said motioning us over.
As we passed by Peter, I heard Tre whisper in his ear, ''Hey, no hard feelings Frodo. ''
''My name is not Frodo! '' He said clenching his fists.
''Sorry, Corky, I'll get you a groupie tonight, ok? '' Tre said, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. I bet he would like that. How can a guy like Peter get some action? Peter said nothing. He looked like a 5-year-old that was extremely mad. ''Hey Mike? You don't think he's mad at us, right? '' I asked.
''No, Billie, he's just fine. '' He said smiling. Tre sneezed really loud. ''Sorry, but I'm allergic to bullshit. ''
Tre's POV
We heard some funny music coming from the front. That triumphant, happy music. ''Shit we're late!'' Billie said, starting to sprint to the stage. We all followed him closely, almost running up his ass. Some of our backstage staff pointed to the stage, giving us that 'don't stop, just keep going signal.
''Pretend like we weren't late!'' Billie mumbled from the side of his mouth. I went up to the usual spot, none other than my wife, yep, you got it, my drum set. Billie gave the crowd a few of his signature air-kisses and reached down for his guitar. Ok, here we go.. Well Billie, I tried not to make it obvious, but I am pretty fucking tired from that sprint.
About half-way through the song, the place went black. This is odd. The lights are supposed to go out at the end of Jesus of Suburbia, not now.
''Puh, crappy timing dudes!'' I said raising my fist in the air. Then I noticed something even more odd, my mics didn't work on my drum set. Actually, nothing worked in the whole arena! The crowd first cheered, then gasped, and now they're all giving us the finger? God people, calm yourself down.
I heard a loud clang above my head, but thought nothing about it.
"Hey Tre, we think it's just one of those power outages. We'll just wait until everything comes back on. '' Billie said. I turned around and he was standing right in back of me!
''Aaah shity-poo Billie! Scared me to death! '' I shrieked. I heard another clang
Above my head. This one was louder than usual.
''TRE, BILLIE WATCH OUT! '' I heard Mike shout. I looked up and saw one of those large metal poles that the lights hang off of hanging by one lonely, scrawny cord. My reflexes told me to jump out of the way, but my common
Sense told me different. Billie was in complete shock, he looked like a deer in front of a car; just staring with his eyes wide open. I pushed him as far and as hard as I possibly could. I fell on my stomach and heard a snap. I rolled on my back and saw the poll falling down.
I closed my eyes tight knowing this ain't good. I opened my eyes, I could feel the pole's cold, hard metal, kiss my forehead. I tried to let out a scream, but instead it came out gargled. It stung like a million knives grinding into my skull. I opened my eyes and saw tons of white flashing lights, like fire, swarm my vision. Then it turned black. I closed my eyes trying to get rid of this nightmare.
But this time when I tried to open them, well, my body thought otherwise. I couldn't open them, I felt no more pain... I felt... Nothing.
