Billie Joe's American Idiot, chapter 2
Billie Joe arrived back at the hotel sweaty and out of breath.
"Tre! Mike! I have something to tell you guys!" he called out excitedly once he had reached their room.
Silence. "Hello?! Is anyone here?" Billie Joe tried again.
Okay, so the room was empty. Perfect, Billie Joe thought. Now I can start writing. He had a line in his head that he couldn't get rid of. "Don't wanna be an American idiot." He had no idea where it had come from, or at what point during his run from the alley where he had found the story he had thought of it. But now he had to do something with it.
He sat down and began to write.
About three hours later Billie Joe heard the key turning in the lock of the door to the hotel room. But he couldn't look up, he was in the middle of the most amazing song, named after the main character of the story he had just found and wrote about. Jesus of Suburbia. Mike and Tre walked in, both completely exhausted and completely pissed off.
"Billie Joe! Didn't I tell you RIGHT before you left that we had a record company dinner to go to...." Tre began, but all his rage left him as he saw Billie Joe.
Billie Joe wondered why Tre had stopped talking so suddenly, until he looked around him. There were half empty coffee cups and crumpled pieces of paper everywhere. He had ink all over his hands and face, having used up about three pens. His eyes were bloodshot from the coffee and the frenzy he had been writing in.
"I'm so sorry, Tre, but....." Billie Joe couldn't say anything else. This had all seemed like such a wonderful idea before, but now that he actually had an oppurtunity to tell someone about it...he wasn't so sure.
"Billie Joe, what's happening to you?" Mike asked. Mike had known Billie Joe for most of his life, and had seen him look completely horrific more than twice, but never like this.
"You guys, um...." Billie Joe's voice failed him. He tried again. "I found this story in the street, and I came back here to write, and..." He began to blush. He realized he must have sounded like he had completely lost his mind.
"Let me see this" Tre said, walking up and grabbing the paper Billie Joe was writing on, the one that had "Jesus of Suburbia" scrawled across the top.
"Tre, NO!!!" Billie Joe cried. Tre was going to hate it, he just knew it.
But Tre managed to keep the paper out of Billie Joe's reach. "I'm the son of rage and love" he read, and continued to read, his mouth finally dropping open. He looked at Billie Joe in shock, and numbly handed the paper to Mike.
Mike wondered WHAT it could be that was making them both freak out so much, until he saw the song, and then he just knew. His head snapped up, and he looked at Billie Joe, wondering where this sudden genius had just come from.
Billie Joe, of course, took their shock for repulsion. "You guys, I'm sorry, I just thought...that I had finally thought of something, and....let's just throw these two songs away...and forget any of this ever happened. Okay? You guys?"
Mike and Tre looked at each other. "Are you kidding?" said Mike incredulously. "This is...." he trailed off.
"It's unbelievable, Billie" Tre supplied quietly.
Billie Joe stopped suddenly. "Really?"
"Tre! Mike! I have something to tell you guys!" he called out excitedly once he had reached their room.
Silence. "Hello?! Is anyone here?" Billie Joe tried again.
Okay, so the room was empty. Perfect, Billie Joe thought. Now I can start writing. He had a line in his head that he couldn't get rid of. "Don't wanna be an American idiot." He had no idea where it had come from, or at what point during his run from the alley where he had found the story he had thought of it. But now he had to do something with it.
He sat down and began to write.
About three hours later Billie Joe heard the key turning in the lock of the door to the hotel room. But he couldn't look up, he was in the middle of the most amazing song, named after the main character of the story he had just found and wrote about. Jesus of Suburbia. Mike and Tre walked in, both completely exhausted and completely pissed off.
"Billie Joe! Didn't I tell you RIGHT before you left that we had a record company dinner to go to...." Tre began, but all his rage left him as he saw Billie Joe.
Billie Joe wondered why Tre had stopped talking so suddenly, until he looked around him. There were half empty coffee cups and crumpled pieces of paper everywhere. He had ink all over his hands and face, having used up about three pens. His eyes were bloodshot from the coffee and the frenzy he had been writing in.
"I'm so sorry, Tre, but....." Billie Joe couldn't say anything else. This had all seemed like such a wonderful idea before, but now that he actually had an oppurtunity to tell someone about it...he wasn't so sure.
"Billie Joe, what's happening to you?" Mike asked. Mike had known Billie Joe for most of his life, and had seen him look completely horrific more than twice, but never like this.
"You guys, um...." Billie Joe's voice failed him. He tried again. "I found this story in the street, and I came back here to write, and..." He began to blush. He realized he must have sounded like he had completely lost his mind.
"Let me see this" Tre said, walking up and grabbing the paper Billie Joe was writing on, the one that had "Jesus of Suburbia" scrawled across the top.
"Tre, NO!!!" Billie Joe cried. Tre was going to hate it, he just knew it.
But Tre managed to keep the paper out of Billie Joe's reach. "I'm the son of rage and love" he read, and continued to read, his mouth finally dropping open. He looked at Billie Joe in shock, and numbly handed the paper to Mike.
Mike wondered WHAT it could be that was making them both freak out so much, until he saw the song, and then he just knew. His head snapped up, and he looked at Billie Joe, wondering where this sudden genius had just come from.
Billie Joe, of course, took their shock for repulsion. "You guys, I'm sorry, I just thought...that I had finally thought of something, and....let's just throw these two songs away...and forget any of this ever happened. Okay? You guys?"
Mike and Tre looked at each other. "Are you kidding?" said Mike incredulously. "This is...." he trailed off.
"It's unbelievable, Billie" Tre supplied quietly.
Billie Joe stopped suddenly. "Really?"
