Billie Joe's American Idiot, chapter 1
Billie Joe was in a slump. He hadn't written a new song in weeks. He wasn't sure he remembered how. He didn't know why, he just couldn't come up with a good idea if his life depended on it. The songs had always come easily to him before, but now....He sighed.
He looked around the plush hotel room he, Mike, and Tre were staying in. They were on tour again, in....Billie Joe couldn't even remember where. This was usually how it was when they were on the road, but his depression added to his disorientedness.
Billie Joe sighed again. He couldn't take being locked up in this room anymore. He pushed himself off the red vinyl couch, and slowly walked to the kitchen, where Tre and Mike were.
"Hey guys, I'm going for a walk," Billie Joe told them.
"Okay," Mike and Tre replied.
"But be back soon, some limo's picking us up in an hour to go to some record company dinner thing," Tre added.
"Okay," Billie Joe agreed.
Billie Joe walked through the hotel and out onto the street. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to clear his mind. There was a slight chance then he could think of a song about something, anything. He continued to walk.
He had been walking for about ten minutes when he saw a crumpled piece of paper lying in a dirty alleyway. He had no idea what made him do it, but he bent over and picked it up. He began to read. It was a short story, he realized as he read. A story about a boy, Jesus of Suburbia, the girl he was in love with, Whatsername, and his friend, St. Jimmy.
A smile slowly spread across his handsome face. It was the most amazing story he had ever read, and it gave him an idea. He began walking quickly back toward the hotel, then running. He knew what he had to do.
He looked around the plush hotel room he, Mike, and Tre were staying in. They were on tour again, in....Billie Joe couldn't even remember where. This was usually how it was when they were on the road, but his depression added to his disorientedness.
Billie Joe sighed again. He couldn't take being locked up in this room anymore. He pushed himself off the red vinyl couch, and slowly walked to the kitchen, where Tre and Mike were.
"Hey guys, I'm going for a walk," Billie Joe told them.
"Okay," Mike and Tre replied.
"But be back soon, some limo's picking us up in an hour to go to some record company dinner thing," Tre added.
"Okay," Billie Joe agreed.
Billie Joe walked through the hotel and out onto the street. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to clear his mind. There was a slight chance then he could think of a song about something, anything. He continued to walk.
He had been walking for about ten minutes when he saw a crumpled piece of paper lying in a dirty alleyway. He had no idea what made him do it, but he bent over and picked it up. He began to read. It was a short story, he realized as he read. A story about a boy, Jesus of Suburbia, the girl he was in love with, Whatsername, and his friend, St. Jimmy.
A smile slowly spread across his handsome face. It was the most amazing story he had ever read, and it gave him an idea. He began walking quickly back toward the hotel, then running. He knew what he had to do.
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