You gotta FIGHT, for your RIGHT, to PAAAARRRT-TAAYY!!!!, chapter 2

"And these are the best kind of donuts!" Mike said, revealing a bag full of glazed donuts.

"MINE!!!" Tre said, running for the bag and snatching it greedily out of Mike's hands.

I walked over to him. "Any chance you have an extra cup of coffee?"

"Always." He said, and handed me a cup. We ate our small breakfast in relative silence. When I finished, I went over to my guitar to try out that new riff that Tre liked so much.When we all finished eating, we had completed a new song.... with the new riff included.

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1 Year Later

*Billie's POV*

I walked into a local coffee shop. I was extremely disappointed.

Everyone knew that we worked our asses off trying to make the record after American Idiot grander, bigger, better. But it was a complete flop. Sales weren't going that great. Critics kept saying "a huge letdown" and "not as great as it's predecessor, American Idiot" and kept going on and on about American Idiot. It's like we were trying for more PR for American Idiot! I knew this was going to happen, history repeating itself. It's done it so many times before, why not now?

I had a cup of coffee in relative silence. Nobody recognized me, mostly because I didn't have black hair (I just recently dyed it back to blonde), I wasn't wearing eyeliner, and I didn't have black clothes on. Everyone now associated Green Day with American Idiot. It sucked. We've moved on.

When I went back home, I was surprised at who was at my doorstep. Well, not really at [i]who</> it was, but what they had to say.
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