I'm a punk rocker, deal with it!, chapter 3
The clock was showing 7.30pm and I was on my way downstairs to open the door, because the doorbell just rang. Outside was Tiffany standing, with her black hair all wet because of the rain outside.
"Hi!" I screamed and hugged her.
"Hi Lily!" she screamed back.
"Is it cold outside?" I asked her.
"What do you think? I mean, hello, this is California, does it ever get cold here?" she answered me.
"Well, you're probably right. But I thought, if it's raining, then..."
"Yeah, oh gosh, my hair will get all curly and messy and stuff" she interrupted me with an upset voice.
"Don't worry" I replied. "I love you're hair. You're lucky with you're curls, I hate my lank hair that always looks weird"
"No I like it," she objected. "But hey, I'm not here to talk about hair, although it's a funny subject now when I think about it, but I want to go to that café now!"
"Yeah, me too" I said and took my leatherjacket and of course my Converse on and leaved my house with Tiffany.
Outside, Tiffany asked me a few things about the café. I still couldn't get that Billie Joe out of my mind. The one that called for fun. Everybody else who had done that was just hanging up as soon as I picked up the phone Somehow, he was stuck in my mind. What if there was a kid at school that was in love with me! Oh no, I was turning to a copy of Marisa! Horrible thought!
"So, how is it like there? I mean, ok, you haven't been there but from what you've heard?" Tiffany interrupted my thoughts.
"Oh, well...there are bands playing there every night at 8.30 pm, and tonight, the band is called Sweet Children, probably a lousy "wannabe-punk"- band."
"Wait, don't judge them! You haven't heard them yet!" said Tiffany
"Well...Ok...but at least I think so. And it's better to be negative to bands you don't know anything about, because then you don't get disappointed if they suck," I said.
Finally, we got to the café. Rod's Hickory Pit. It was a quite small café with lots of people inside. It was very cosy, lots of couches and stuff, and a counter with a few waitress behind it. The oldest one, a lady with a big smile, saw us and smiled again. We got to the counter.
"Hi Girls!" the woman said. "Would you like to order something?"
I saw her name tag. It said, "Ollie Armstrong, owner"
"Yeah, I would like a cappuccino and a donut" I said
"Me too" said Tiffany.
We paid and took our stuff. We sat down in a couch. The little stage in the corner of the café was getting prepared for the band who was going to play in 15 minutes.
"Wow, this place rocks!" said Tiffany.
"Hello everybody!" Ollie, the owner of the place, was standing on the stage with a microphone in her hand.
"Tonight, my son and his band will play here. Please, give it up for 'Sweet Children'!"
The little crowd was applauding and three guys occupied the stage and adjusted the microphone stands.
"Hello, my name is Billie Joe, and this is my mates, Mike and John," said a boy in my and Tiffany's age. I immediately thought of the one who called earlier that day. It sounded like him. It had to be that guy! He looked good, with brown, messy hair and a blue guitar hanging over his shoulder. His eyes we're intensive as they shifted of the little crowd. They finally stopped as he laid his eyes on me. My heart beated faster. He was really handsome. He took his eyes from me and continued talk, as the applauses for the band had stopped.
"Before we start, I'd like to share some funny stuff that happened last week," said Billie Joe. "As you can see, my hair looks kinda funny, and it's my friend who's responsible for that. Anyway, last week he did this to me, and I was thinking 'Yeah, cool, I want to change my hair, well c'mon, let's do this!' but when I came home, my mom went crazy, she was like 'Oh no hunny, what have you done to your hair?'". He was looking and making a gesture out to his mom, who was wiping of the counter with a funny face to her son.
Billie Joe laughed, like a little boy.
"Anyway, we're here to play some music, so LET'S ROCK THIS PLACE!" he yelled and so they started to play. I loved the music, and so did Tiffany. They played about 4 songs and then they got off the stage with a "We Love You!".
I laid an eye at the clock. It was 9.30 pm. Time to go home, both me and Tiffany was exhausted after the performance by Sweet Children. But suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around. There was Mike, the bass player.
"Hey, we saw you two having a blast so we thought you maybe wanted to hang out with us here for a while?"
I was a bit shocked. Of all the visitors, they picked me and Tiffany!
I looked at Tiffany. She looked like she really wanted to spend time with them, and I knew she thought Mike was hot. He sure was, but I liked Billie Joe more.
"Yeah, of course," I answered him, with a smile.
"Hi!" I screamed and hugged her.
"Hi Lily!" she screamed back.
"Is it cold outside?" I asked her.
"What do you think? I mean, hello, this is California, does it ever get cold here?" she answered me.
"Well, you're probably right. But I thought, if it's raining, then..."
"Yeah, oh gosh, my hair will get all curly and messy and stuff" she interrupted me with an upset voice.
"Don't worry" I replied. "I love you're hair. You're lucky with you're curls, I hate my lank hair that always looks weird"
"No I like it," she objected. "But hey, I'm not here to talk about hair, although it's a funny subject now when I think about it, but I want to go to that café now!"
"Yeah, me too" I said and took my leatherjacket and of course my Converse on and leaved my house with Tiffany.
Outside, Tiffany asked me a few things about the café. I still couldn't get that Billie Joe out of my mind. The one that called for fun. Everybody else who had done that was just hanging up as soon as I picked up the phone Somehow, he was stuck in my mind. What if there was a kid at school that was in love with me! Oh no, I was turning to a copy of Marisa! Horrible thought!
"So, how is it like there? I mean, ok, you haven't been there but from what you've heard?" Tiffany interrupted my thoughts.
"Oh, well...there are bands playing there every night at 8.30 pm, and tonight, the band is called Sweet Children, probably a lousy "wannabe-punk"- band."
"Wait, don't judge them! You haven't heard them yet!" said Tiffany
"Well...Ok...but at least I think so. And it's better to be negative to bands you don't know anything about, because then you don't get disappointed if they suck," I said.
Finally, we got to the café. Rod's Hickory Pit. It was a quite small café with lots of people inside. It was very cosy, lots of couches and stuff, and a counter with a few waitress behind it. The oldest one, a lady with a big smile, saw us and smiled again. We got to the counter.
"Hi Girls!" the woman said. "Would you like to order something?"
I saw her name tag. It said, "Ollie Armstrong, owner"
"Yeah, I would like a cappuccino and a donut" I said
"Me too" said Tiffany.
We paid and took our stuff. We sat down in a couch. The little stage in the corner of the café was getting prepared for the band who was going to play in 15 minutes.
"Wow, this place rocks!" said Tiffany.
"Hello everybody!" Ollie, the owner of the place, was standing on the stage with a microphone in her hand.
"Tonight, my son and his band will play here. Please, give it up for 'Sweet Children'!"
The little crowd was applauding and three guys occupied the stage and adjusted the microphone stands.
"Hello, my name is Billie Joe, and this is my mates, Mike and John," said a boy in my and Tiffany's age. I immediately thought of the one who called earlier that day. It sounded like him. It had to be that guy! He looked good, with brown, messy hair and a blue guitar hanging over his shoulder. His eyes we're intensive as they shifted of the little crowd. They finally stopped as he laid his eyes on me. My heart beated faster. He was really handsome. He took his eyes from me and continued talk, as the applauses for the band had stopped.
"Before we start, I'd like to share some funny stuff that happened last week," said Billie Joe. "As you can see, my hair looks kinda funny, and it's my friend who's responsible for that. Anyway, last week he did this to me, and I was thinking 'Yeah, cool, I want to change my hair, well c'mon, let's do this!' but when I came home, my mom went crazy, she was like 'Oh no hunny, what have you done to your hair?'". He was looking and making a gesture out to his mom, who was wiping of the counter with a funny face to her son.
Billie Joe laughed, like a little boy.
"Anyway, we're here to play some music, so LET'S ROCK THIS PLACE!" he yelled and so they started to play. I loved the music, and so did Tiffany. They played about 4 songs and then they got off the stage with a "We Love You!".
I laid an eye at the clock. It was 9.30 pm. Time to go home, both me and Tiffany was exhausted after the performance by Sweet Children. But suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around. There was Mike, the bass player.
"Hey, we saw you two having a blast so we thought you maybe wanted to hang out with us here for a while?"
I was a bit shocked. Of all the visitors, they picked me and Tiffany!
I looked at Tiffany. She looked like she really wanted to spend time with them, and I knew she thought Mike was hot. He sure was, but I liked Billie Joe more.
"Yeah, of course," I answered him, with a smile.
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