'Extraordinary Girl' as such, chapter 3
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This has been the weirdest week I have ever had. Well, to start, I am living in Mike Dirnt's house, the best fucking bass player in the history of punk rock, and I'm living at his house, which is amazingly beautiful and very stylish.
I had to stay at mikes cause Billie Joe has a wife and kids, and Tré still lives with his ex-wife and she wasn't up to having guests for a month, not that I mind at all. I have spent all week with Green Day, and their families.
I have spent some time in the studio, watching the development of a few new songs. I have gotten to know all the guys a little, and Tré Cool lives up to all the hype, he really is crazy and erratic. Mike is a nocturnal guy, and is addicted to coffee, and Billie Joe is just an all round nice guy, would do absolutely anything for you.
"Hey, how is everyone?" Mark asked as we walked into the studio. It is a lovely warm Tuesday morning, and we are currently trying to find a nice American guy, to be the 'guy in the video' as he will be known. I smiled at him, we'd spent three days doing this audition thing, and surprisingly enough, I've got a little of the work the school gave me done, but only a little.
"Well, today is hopefully the last day of this, we need to start shooting soon, or you'll miss more of school, and I've met your parents, they won't be too happy." I shrugged, I don't really care about going back to school, and I'm having way too much fun here.
"What you want for lunch?" Bobbi asked, taking out his little notebook. Bobbi is a sort of personal assistant for Green Day, he does the little things like run errands and get the food in. I looked up at him from my books, today was technology, "oh, sorry, what are the guys having?" I asked sleepily, Bobbi looked at his notebook,
"Just sandwiches and coffee," he replied,
"Okay, I'll just have a chicken sandwich and tea please." I smiled,
"The guys don't really need me here, do you want a hand with the food run?" I asked. Bobbi was a twenty-three year old guy, from Oakland, who got into this job through a friend of his dad, who is friends with Tré's ex-wife, I think, it's all about connections. He smiled at me,
"If you're sure, I'm only going to the sandwich deli down the road." I nodded,
"I need a break anyway, I'll just let them know that I'm going." I stood up, dropping my books and stuff on the floor. I'm not even in the same room as all the auditions, I'm in a little back room, on my own. I knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open to find all the guys laughing and joking about something or other,
"Hey, I'm going to go with Bobbi to get the food, I'm just letting you guys know." I smiled and they all nodded, still laughing, and waved at me.
"Okay, see you when you get back." Billie Joe shouted as I left the room. I walked out of the building, grabbing my purse before I left, and got into the car with Bobbi.
"You want a soda before we head back?" Bobbi asked as we collected the food, "yeah, sure. I'll get it." I smiled, I hadn't bought a thing since I arrived, so I thought why not. He tried to argue but I had already paid, I smiled and took the drinks to a table and we sat down.
"So, how long have you worked for Green Day?" I asked taking a sip of my drink. "Oh, ahm," he thought and started counting fingers,
"Year and a half, give or take a few months." He smiled.
"What about you?" he asked,
"Mark pulled me off the street last week and asked me if I wanted to be in a Green Day music video, made me miss my bus home form school." I smiled.
"And where the fuck have you guy's been? You've been gone for an hour." Mark said as me and Bobbi walked back into the studio.
"Guy's food," Tré shouted as he ran towards us, grabbed the bags and ran in the direction of the kitchen, humming 'food around the corner' as he ran. Mark didn't move,
"We had a soda before we left the store." Bobbi said. Mark didn't look too happy, "well, Steph, we needed you here, about fifteen minutes ago. We've got a shortlist of three, cause the guys can't agree, and we need you to decide, but that can wait 'til after lunch. Go eat." And we all walked into the kitchen. Carl walked over to me and pulled me out of the room,
"Steph, I need to go home, apparently a big show's been booked and they need at least one of us back." I looked at him.
"Do you reckon they'll let me stay on my own?" I asked a little upset,
"Well, let's go see." He replied and we walked back into the kitchen, and sat down at the table,
"Guys we have a bit of a problem." I said as I clipped on the kettle, they all looked over at me,
"The kettle isn't broken is it?" Mike asked, I smiled,
"No it's not broken, but Carl has to go home."
"Ah, that may be a problem, but only if you think we'll screw you over." Billie Joe said through his sandwich.
"Well, I can't see that happening since I'm already having the best time of my life, and," I paused and looked at each of them,
"You screw me over, I'll screw you over." I said and smiled. They took it the right way and laughed, yeah like I'd ever screw over my idols.
"Great then, if you need to go home, we'll sort your tickets out now." Mark said as he led Carl out of the room.
"Great, bring in the meat." Tré said moving over to the door. Returning a few minutes later with three teenage boys.
"Guy's this is Steph. Steph is the girl one of you guys will be playing against." Billie Joe said moving around and sitting beside me, so now I was between Billie Joe and Mike with Tré sitting on the table behind us.
"The middle one's mine." Tré whispered to me, and Billie Joe hit him,
"Which one do you like best?" I looked at him,
"No offence to you guys but, it's not like I'm gonna be dating the guy, so technically, you guys should choose, I don't really mind." I couldn't choose, they were all cute, but it's for a music video, I don't care who I am working with. "Okay then, but if you had to choose, who would it be?" Mike asked, "truthfully, and this is nothing against any of you guys," I said looking at the three standing in front of me,
"But I think I've found the solution that will stop any arguments." I smiled as Bobbi walked into the room,
"What about Bobbi?" he dropped the cup he was holding, and quickly bent down to clean up the mess. When we were talking at lunch, he mentioned in passing that he would love to be in a music video, but working for the musicians, was the next best thing. I could see that Billie Joe was thinking about it, it showed on his face, then he turned to Mike and Tré and nodded,
"If that's who you want, then that's fine, welcome aboard Bobbi." He smiled and Bobbi dropped the dustpan and brush.
"And sorry for the trouble guys but, none of you win." Mike said, leading them out of the room.
"Dude, you owe me fifty." Tré said to Billie Joe as Mike left the room with the three guys, Billie Joe took out his wallet and paid Tré, giving him a 'look that could kill' muttered
"Lucky bastard" and finished his lunch.
Tuesday morning, 5:38 to be precise
Bobbi, Carl, Mark and I are standing in the departure lobby of Oakland international airport, Carl is leaving today.
"I'm gonna miss you, ya dickhead." I said giving him a hug,
"How can you choose work over a free month long holiday?" I smiled,
"Well, it's not fair on anyone, and I have to go back to see rock, and the divorce if coming through next week, so it's best if I go home." He smiled and shook Mark and Bobbi's hands, lifted his carry on,
"I'll send Jo over if you like." He said and walked through the gates. I waved and then we left too.
Bobbi looked over at me, we were both sitting in the back, and Mark is driving. "What?" I asked, he shook his head, but turned to face me again,
"What??" I asked again,
"Does he have a pet rock or something?" then he saw my face,
"No, well he said he has to go back to see rock... " I smiled,
"His kid is called Cashel, it's a rock in Ireland, and so he calls her rock." He looked like he understood, so I turned around, curled up in the seat and drifted off to the land of nod.
I had to stay at mikes cause Billie Joe has a wife and kids, and Tré still lives with his ex-wife and she wasn't up to having guests for a month, not that I mind at all. I have spent all week with Green Day, and their families.
I have spent some time in the studio, watching the development of a few new songs. I have gotten to know all the guys a little, and Tré Cool lives up to all the hype, he really is crazy and erratic. Mike is a nocturnal guy, and is addicted to coffee, and Billie Joe is just an all round nice guy, would do absolutely anything for you.
"Hey, how is everyone?" Mark asked as we walked into the studio. It is a lovely warm Tuesday morning, and we are currently trying to find a nice American guy, to be the 'guy in the video' as he will be known. I smiled at him, we'd spent three days doing this audition thing, and surprisingly enough, I've got a little of the work the school gave me done, but only a little.
"Well, today is hopefully the last day of this, we need to start shooting soon, or you'll miss more of school, and I've met your parents, they won't be too happy." I shrugged, I don't really care about going back to school, and I'm having way too much fun here.
"What you want for lunch?" Bobbi asked, taking out his little notebook. Bobbi is a sort of personal assistant for Green Day, he does the little things like run errands and get the food in. I looked up at him from my books, today was technology, "oh, sorry, what are the guys having?" I asked sleepily, Bobbi looked at his notebook,
"Just sandwiches and coffee," he replied,
"Okay, I'll just have a chicken sandwich and tea please." I smiled,
"The guys don't really need me here, do you want a hand with the food run?" I asked. Bobbi was a twenty-three year old guy, from Oakland, who got into this job through a friend of his dad, who is friends with Tré's ex-wife, I think, it's all about connections. He smiled at me,
"If you're sure, I'm only going to the sandwich deli down the road." I nodded,
"I need a break anyway, I'll just let them know that I'm going." I stood up, dropping my books and stuff on the floor. I'm not even in the same room as all the auditions, I'm in a little back room, on my own. I knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open to find all the guys laughing and joking about something or other,
"Hey, I'm going to go with Bobbi to get the food, I'm just letting you guys know." I smiled and they all nodded, still laughing, and waved at me.
"Okay, see you when you get back." Billie Joe shouted as I left the room. I walked out of the building, grabbing my purse before I left, and got into the car with Bobbi.
"You want a soda before we head back?" Bobbi asked as we collected the food, "yeah, sure. I'll get it." I smiled, I hadn't bought a thing since I arrived, so I thought why not. He tried to argue but I had already paid, I smiled and took the drinks to a table and we sat down.
"So, how long have you worked for Green Day?" I asked taking a sip of my drink. "Oh, ahm," he thought and started counting fingers,
"Year and a half, give or take a few months." He smiled.
"What about you?" he asked,
"Mark pulled me off the street last week and asked me if I wanted to be in a Green Day music video, made me miss my bus home form school." I smiled.
"And where the fuck have you guy's been? You've been gone for an hour." Mark said as me and Bobbi walked back into the studio.
"Guy's food," Tré shouted as he ran towards us, grabbed the bags and ran in the direction of the kitchen, humming 'food around the corner' as he ran. Mark didn't move,
"We had a soda before we left the store." Bobbi said. Mark didn't look too happy, "well, Steph, we needed you here, about fifteen minutes ago. We've got a shortlist of three, cause the guys can't agree, and we need you to decide, but that can wait 'til after lunch. Go eat." And we all walked into the kitchen. Carl walked over to me and pulled me out of the room,
"Steph, I need to go home, apparently a big show's been booked and they need at least one of us back." I looked at him.
"Do you reckon they'll let me stay on my own?" I asked a little upset,
"Well, let's go see." He replied and we walked back into the kitchen, and sat down at the table,
"Guys we have a bit of a problem." I said as I clipped on the kettle, they all looked over at me,
"The kettle isn't broken is it?" Mike asked, I smiled,
"No it's not broken, but Carl has to go home."
"Ah, that may be a problem, but only if you think we'll screw you over." Billie Joe said through his sandwich.
"Well, I can't see that happening since I'm already having the best time of my life, and," I paused and looked at each of them,
"You screw me over, I'll screw you over." I said and smiled. They took it the right way and laughed, yeah like I'd ever screw over my idols.
"Great then, if you need to go home, we'll sort your tickets out now." Mark said as he led Carl out of the room.
"Great, bring in the meat." Tré said moving over to the door. Returning a few minutes later with three teenage boys.
"Guy's this is Steph. Steph is the girl one of you guys will be playing against." Billie Joe said moving around and sitting beside me, so now I was between Billie Joe and Mike with Tré sitting on the table behind us.
"The middle one's mine." Tré whispered to me, and Billie Joe hit him,
"Which one do you like best?" I looked at him,
"No offence to you guys but, it's not like I'm gonna be dating the guy, so technically, you guys should choose, I don't really mind." I couldn't choose, they were all cute, but it's for a music video, I don't care who I am working with. "Okay then, but if you had to choose, who would it be?" Mike asked, "truthfully, and this is nothing against any of you guys," I said looking at the three standing in front of me,
"But I think I've found the solution that will stop any arguments." I smiled as Bobbi walked into the room,
"What about Bobbi?" he dropped the cup he was holding, and quickly bent down to clean up the mess. When we were talking at lunch, he mentioned in passing that he would love to be in a music video, but working for the musicians, was the next best thing. I could see that Billie Joe was thinking about it, it showed on his face, then he turned to Mike and Tré and nodded,
"If that's who you want, then that's fine, welcome aboard Bobbi." He smiled and Bobbi dropped the dustpan and brush.
"And sorry for the trouble guys but, none of you win." Mike said, leading them out of the room.
"Dude, you owe me fifty." Tré said to Billie Joe as Mike left the room with the three guys, Billie Joe took out his wallet and paid Tré, giving him a 'look that could kill' muttered
"Lucky bastard" and finished his lunch.
Tuesday morning, 5:38 to be precise
Bobbi, Carl, Mark and I are standing in the departure lobby of Oakland international airport, Carl is leaving today.
"I'm gonna miss you, ya dickhead." I said giving him a hug,
"How can you choose work over a free month long holiday?" I smiled,
"Well, it's not fair on anyone, and I have to go back to see rock, and the divorce if coming through next week, so it's best if I go home." He smiled and shook Mark and Bobbi's hands, lifted his carry on,
"I'll send Jo over if you like." He said and walked through the gates. I waved and then we left too.
Bobbi looked over at me, we were both sitting in the back, and Mark is driving. "What?" I asked, he shook his head, but turned to face me again,
"What??" I asked again,
"Does he have a pet rock or something?" then he saw my face,
"No, well he said he has to go back to see rock... " I smiled,
"His kid is called Cashel, it's a rock in Ireland, and so he calls her rock." He looked like he understood, so I turned around, curled up in the seat and drifted off to the land of nod.
