Cause I'm Thinkin Of A Brand New Hope, One I've Never Known....., chapter 1
"... Any interested, go to the assembly hall at break where the band shall be holding auditions..."
Just a boring maths lesson, with the head interrupting the ultra-shittiness with the morning announcements. I didn't listen, it was break next and I was dying for a fag.
The bell rang and I walked outside, and met up with my only friend Meeka.
"C'mon, Meek, we gotta go outside I need a smoke."
"What? Sam, didn't you here the head?"
"Huh?" I said. What was she on about? Of course I didnt hear the head.
"The auditions! For some band, they didn't say who, shooting thier new music video?"
"Bet it's some slutty shit," I said.
"Their looking for a 13 year old girl. And extras, too."
I sighed. "I guess you wanna try out?" I said.
"Yeah! Come on, Sammy, please?"
"Fine."
We made our way to the assembly hall, it was packed, we couldn't see the people judging. We could, however, see Tira, trying out. She was told to walk by some one (like I said, I couldn't see the table where they were sitting) and she had to read lines as well.
"Well, mom, maybe I just WON'T!" She said, then giggled and flipped back her hair. I heard some dude splutter with laughter and say," Thank you, we'll take a break now, ok?"
Meeka kept her place in the que and I went outside for a smoke. I lit one up and sighed with relief.
"You know how bad that is for ya, kid?"
I turned around slowly, expecting it to be a fucking teacher.
"Do you think I give a fuck?" I blurted out then stopped dead. Billie Joe Armstrong was standing in front of me. Woah, the band is Green Day?
He laughed.
"Nah, you don't look like the type who does," He said.
"Meaning?" I said when I got my voice back.
"Meaning you seem pretty cool to me?" He said unsurely.
"Ha... Cool? Me... Yeah... If you say so, buddy..." He smiled.
"Anyways, you smoke," I said.
"Nah, I'm stopping," He said but he gave my cig a longing look. I held out the pack.
"Want one?" I grinned. He giggled quietly and took one, lighting it up and inhaling deeply. "Thanks... Whats you're name?"
"Sam."
"Cool. My wife's gonna kill me," He sighed.
"Don't tell her," I said.
"Yeah... So, you auditioning?" He looked at me.
"Nah, my friend."
"Oh... Why not you?" He asked.
"Not really my kinda thing," I shrugged.
"I reckon you'll be better than all those preps in there," He said.
"How come?" I asked, surprised.
"You have attitude, you're different, and we need a girl thats... If you don't mind me calling you, punk?"
I smiled. "You say that to me like it's a good thing."
"Attitude? Being different? Being punk? Course its a good thing."
"Not to everyone I know..."
"Well theire all fucking retards then. You gonna try out?"
"I- I guess I could..."
"Cool. C'mon, we better go back in."
I followed my idol back inside the hell hole you call school, slightly in awe of him. I just met the dude who's music I'm in love with. Holy-fucking-shit.
"Ok, peoples, next!" Tre Cool was sitting in between Mike, and Billie.
Meeka got up and walked over, she was last in the que, except me. Everyone was watching. She was nervous, you could tell. She had this little twitch goin' on in the corner of her right eye. Tre spotted it at the same time as me, and caught my eye. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, along with him. Billie glanced at me and smiled, swatting Tre over the head.
"Ok," Mike said, handing her a sheet of paper, "Tre is you're mom, and you're telling him- her, sorry- that you are dropping outta school, m'kay?"
Meeka nodded and clutched the sheet, her hands shaking. God, Meek, don't muck it up.
"You can do it," I whispered so only she could hear. She turned to me and I saw the worry in her eyes. Stage fright, thats what she had.
"M-mom, I h-have something to tell you," she stuttered. I looked down, praying she wouldn't mess up. It wasnt fair on her.
"Yes? What is it?" Tre said in a high-pitched voice. I grinned. He caught my eye and winked.
"I w-wanna drop outta s-school," She said real quiet.
"Oh, no, I don't think so!" Tre said. "Get to school now!"
"Well m-maybe I j-just won't go then," Meeka finished. Mike glanced uncertainly at Billie, then at Tre.
"Ok, is that everyone?" Mike said.
"No," Billie said quickly, "Sam."
I looked up. "Maybe I won-"
"Ok, up you come," Tre said. I sighed and glanced at Meeka. She looked embarrassed.
"You know what to do," Billie said. I took the sheet and said in my normal, "attitudey" voice, "Mom! I got sumthin to tell you!"
"Yes, dear? What?" Tre came in.
"I'm dropping outta school," I said confidently.
"No, I don't think so, get to school NOW!" Tre said.
"Well, maybe I just WON'T go then," I said and gave Tre a couldn't-care-less look. Tre smiled and Mike began to clap.
"My friends, I believe we have our whatsername," Mike said. Billie and Tre started clapping and I looked at Meeka, afraid. I wanted this part, Green Day were my idols, but my best freind...
I sighed with relief as she began clapping along with the band. I turned to them.
"Come back here after school finishes, kay?" Billie smiled. "And congratulations!"
I was lost for words, so I simply saluted Billie Joe and walked out, linking arms with my best friend and finally seeing the bright side of school.
***
The lessons dragged by slowly, and I gradually more excited as the fact dawned on me... I was going to be in Green Day's music video... Wow.
*In The Hall, Sam, Mike, Tre, Billie And The Producer Sam Bayer*
"Yeah... In her room, yeah..."
They were all discussing the video for "She's A Rebel". I sorta stood there, whilst they decided where I would stand and where I would walk and whatever.
"Ok, Sam, we start shooting this weekend," Sam said to me. "Come along to this place," He handed me a little bit of paper with an address on it, "Come along as youself, yeah?"
I nodded and smiled.
"Well, thats all, thanks alot for doing this," Sam said and gave me a hug.
"Dude, this is an honour," I said and they laughed.
I walked home smiling as she late afternoon sun sat brightly over the city, casting dancing shadows of the trees over the empty streets.
Just a boring maths lesson, with the head interrupting the ultra-shittiness with the morning announcements. I didn't listen, it was break next and I was dying for a fag.
The bell rang and I walked outside, and met up with my only friend Meeka.
"C'mon, Meek, we gotta go outside I need a smoke."
"What? Sam, didn't you here the head?"
"Huh?" I said. What was she on about? Of course I didnt hear the head.
"The auditions! For some band, they didn't say who, shooting thier new music video?"
"Bet it's some slutty shit," I said.
"Their looking for a 13 year old girl. And extras, too."
I sighed. "I guess you wanna try out?" I said.
"Yeah! Come on, Sammy, please?"
"Fine."
We made our way to the assembly hall, it was packed, we couldn't see the people judging. We could, however, see Tira, trying out. She was told to walk by some one (like I said, I couldn't see the table where they were sitting) and she had to read lines as well.
"Well, mom, maybe I just WON'T!" She said, then giggled and flipped back her hair. I heard some dude splutter with laughter and say," Thank you, we'll take a break now, ok?"
Meeka kept her place in the que and I went outside for a smoke. I lit one up and sighed with relief.
"You know how bad that is for ya, kid?"
I turned around slowly, expecting it to be a fucking teacher.
"Do you think I give a fuck?" I blurted out then stopped dead. Billie Joe Armstrong was standing in front of me. Woah, the band is Green Day?
He laughed.
"Nah, you don't look like the type who does," He said.
"Meaning?" I said when I got my voice back.
"Meaning you seem pretty cool to me?" He said unsurely.
"Ha... Cool? Me... Yeah... If you say so, buddy..." He smiled.
"Anyways, you smoke," I said.
"Nah, I'm stopping," He said but he gave my cig a longing look. I held out the pack.
"Want one?" I grinned. He giggled quietly and took one, lighting it up and inhaling deeply. "Thanks... Whats you're name?"
"Sam."
"Cool. My wife's gonna kill me," He sighed.
"Don't tell her," I said.
"Yeah... So, you auditioning?" He looked at me.
"Nah, my friend."
"Oh... Why not you?" He asked.
"Not really my kinda thing," I shrugged.
"I reckon you'll be better than all those preps in there," He said.
"How come?" I asked, surprised.
"You have attitude, you're different, and we need a girl thats... If you don't mind me calling you, punk?"
I smiled. "You say that to me like it's a good thing."
"Attitude? Being different? Being punk? Course its a good thing."
"Not to everyone I know..."
"Well theire all fucking retards then. You gonna try out?"
"I- I guess I could..."
"Cool. C'mon, we better go back in."
I followed my idol back inside the hell hole you call school, slightly in awe of him. I just met the dude who's music I'm in love with. Holy-fucking-shit.
"Ok, peoples, next!" Tre Cool was sitting in between Mike, and Billie.
Meeka got up and walked over, she was last in the que, except me. Everyone was watching. She was nervous, you could tell. She had this little twitch goin' on in the corner of her right eye. Tre spotted it at the same time as me, and caught my eye. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, along with him. Billie glanced at me and smiled, swatting Tre over the head.
"Ok," Mike said, handing her a sheet of paper, "Tre is you're mom, and you're telling him- her, sorry- that you are dropping outta school, m'kay?"
Meeka nodded and clutched the sheet, her hands shaking. God, Meek, don't muck it up.
"You can do it," I whispered so only she could hear. She turned to me and I saw the worry in her eyes. Stage fright, thats what she had.
"M-mom, I h-have something to tell you," she stuttered. I looked down, praying she wouldn't mess up. It wasnt fair on her.
"Yes? What is it?" Tre said in a high-pitched voice. I grinned. He caught my eye and winked.
"I w-wanna drop outta s-school," She said real quiet.
"Oh, no, I don't think so!" Tre said. "Get to school now!"
"Well m-maybe I j-just won't go then," Meeka finished. Mike glanced uncertainly at Billie, then at Tre.
"Ok, is that everyone?" Mike said.
"No," Billie said quickly, "Sam."
I looked up. "Maybe I won-"
"Ok, up you come," Tre said. I sighed and glanced at Meeka. She looked embarrassed.
"You know what to do," Billie said. I took the sheet and said in my normal, "attitudey" voice, "Mom! I got sumthin to tell you!"
"Yes, dear? What?" Tre came in.
"I'm dropping outta school," I said confidently.
"No, I don't think so, get to school NOW!" Tre said.
"Well, maybe I just WON'T go then," I said and gave Tre a couldn't-care-less look. Tre smiled and Mike began to clap.
"My friends, I believe we have our whatsername," Mike said. Billie and Tre started clapping and I looked at Meeka, afraid. I wanted this part, Green Day were my idols, but my best freind...
I sighed with relief as she began clapping along with the band. I turned to them.
"Come back here after school finishes, kay?" Billie smiled. "And congratulations!"
I was lost for words, so I simply saluted Billie Joe and walked out, linking arms with my best friend and finally seeing the bright side of school.
***
The lessons dragged by slowly, and I gradually more excited as the fact dawned on me... I was going to be in Green Day's music video... Wow.
*In The Hall, Sam, Mike, Tre, Billie And The Producer Sam Bayer*
"Yeah... In her room, yeah..."
They were all discussing the video for "She's A Rebel". I sorta stood there, whilst they decided where I would stand and where I would walk and whatever.
"Ok, Sam, we start shooting this weekend," Sam said to me. "Come along to this place," He handed me a little bit of paper with an address on it, "Come along as youself, yeah?"
I nodded and smiled.
"Well, thats all, thanks alot for doing this," Sam said and gave me a hug.
"Dude, this is an honour," I said and they laughed.
I walked home smiling as she late afternoon sun sat brightly over the city, casting dancing shadows of the trees over the empty streets.
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