The Strangest Combination: Dreams & Reality, chapter 2
I soon got bored of my website and the fact that it wasn't going anywhere so I flicked to the Green Day website I was usually on. I'd only quite recently discovered it, but this website wasn't like some of the usual Green Day website full of 'Valley High School teenies' chatting about how gorgeous Billie Joe was - this was real. But most of the stuff was actually really depressing as I read some of the blogs and profiles of the members.
Most of their lives reflected the story of Jesus of Suburbia, one of Green Day's songs. I read their life stories about rejection, depression and their lives not worth living and that Green Day and punk music was the only thing making them have just a little bit of hope left. I nearly cried. There was me, obviously not the richest girl on earth, but at least I was happy and although I've been miserable and sad but nothing compared to some of the things these poor people have been through. I closed the site down before I broke down in tears. I decided, just for the moment to ignore all that stuff and get on with my life, as cruel as it may sound, I had to stop myself before I became wrapped up in all that stuff too.
It was quarter past two, although it felt like five, looking out of the study window to see a black sky and rain splattered against the glass. The trees and electricity cables swung in the wind. So much for summer, eh? It better not be like this when I go back to school, I mean everyone's miserable because their luxury summer vacation has ended so with the weather being cold and wet, people are going to start feeling suicidal. I shouldn't say that really, as I was still thinking about the people on the Green Day site. I sighed as I ran my fingers over the keyboard, racking my brain on what I could do. I was so bored, what a way to end the last of your summer freedom.
I knew my Mom would probably be in the lounge, watching all that rubbish day-time TV, but I don't blame her, I mean, there's nothing else she could do. I went on the music player and started listening to some Green Day songs. Ever since I started listening to Green Day I've never had a favourite song. One week it'll be something like Macy's Day Parade, next it'll be Burnout and then it'll be American Idiot. I've never had a least favourite either. Of course, there are some I like better than others, but none I could say 'Oh my God, turn this racket off!' I prefer some of their newer stuff as I think Billie Joe's voice has improved over the years but most of the stuff is all fantastic.
I had been at Emma's house earlier with my Mom as our Mom's are best friends, like us, but we didn't stay for long. Emma was telling me about the new R&B album she got for her birthday. I just nodded along with it, to be honest, I really didn't care what songs were her favourite, nor did she care about what Green Day songs I liked best. I was teaching her how to song-write, but I soon stopped that as like my website, things weren't going too well. I only wrote little songs, y'know, about what happened at school that day or what it was like having braces and how pleased I was with my new smile. That songs were probably the most successful, but it didn't sound too great unless you're a true song-writer and singer, you're songs sound rubbish without a guitar or a bass and some drums.
Most of their lives reflected the story of Jesus of Suburbia, one of Green Day's songs. I read their life stories about rejection, depression and their lives not worth living and that Green Day and punk music was the only thing making them have just a little bit of hope left. I nearly cried. There was me, obviously not the richest girl on earth, but at least I was happy and although I've been miserable and sad but nothing compared to some of the things these poor people have been through. I closed the site down before I broke down in tears. I decided, just for the moment to ignore all that stuff and get on with my life, as cruel as it may sound, I had to stop myself before I became wrapped up in all that stuff too.
It was quarter past two, although it felt like five, looking out of the study window to see a black sky and rain splattered against the glass. The trees and electricity cables swung in the wind. So much for summer, eh? It better not be like this when I go back to school, I mean everyone's miserable because their luxury summer vacation has ended so with the weather being cold and wet, people are going to start feeling suicidal. I shouldn't say that really, as I was still thinking about the people on the Green Day site. I sighed as I ran my fingers over the keyboard, racking my brain on what I could do. I was so bored, what a way to end the last of your summer freedom.
I knew my Mom would probably be in the lounge, watching all that rubbish day-time TV, but I don't blame her, I mean, there's nothing else she could do. I went on the music player and started listening to some Green Day songs. Ever since I started listening to Green Day I've never had a favourite song. One week it'll be something like Macy's Day Parade, next it'll be Burnout and then it'll be American Idiot. I've never had a least favourite either. Of course, there are some I like better than others, but none I could say 'Oh my God, turn this racket off!' I prefer some of their newer stuff as I think Billie Joe's voice has improved over the years but most of the stuff is all fantastic.
I had been at Emma's house earlier with my Mom as our Mom's are best friends, like us, but we didn't stay for long. Emma was telling me about the new R&B album she got for her birthday. I just nodded along with it, to be honest, I really didn't care what songs were her favourite, nor did she care about what Green Day songs I liked best. I was teaching her how to song-write, but I soon stopped that as like my website, things weren't going too well. I only wrote little songs, y'know, about what happened at school that day or what it was like having braces and how pleased I was with my new smile. That songs were probably the most successful, but it didn't sound too great unless you're a true song-writer and singer, you're songs sound rubbish without a guitar or a bass and some drums.
