Oh, How Wrong We Were To Think Immortality Meant Never Dying., chapter 4
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see,
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me.
Three days later, Billie called our flat. He had some.....news.
"Gerard and I have to go back home in a few days," He said. "And because you have no way of getting to a recording stuido...." He trailed off.
I thought he was ditching us. You know, dropping us because we lived in Scotland. I was wrong, of course.
"....so we already got you guys plane tickets, and there's a house over there, luckily, that we got fine. So if you could-"
"We're coming with you to America?" I asked.
"Yeah. I mean, we have to get an album out there straight away, cause you might, like, lose your touch," he said. I could tell he was grinning.
"Uh huh. Okay...uhm...." I was kind of confused about the whole thing.
"Just have your bags packed for Friday. And be waiting at the airport for five am."
"FIVE IN THE MORNING?!" I couldn't help but yell.
"Yes."
I sighed. This was, after all, one of those once-in-a-lifetime-things.
"Okay. Sure. We'll be there."
So on Friday morning, Lizzie, Leigh and I were standing outside the Glasgow airport waiting for Billie Joe and Gerard, along with Billie's family, to show up. It was ten to five and we were all exhausted.
When I'd told my dad I was leaving, he didn't even wait for my excuse. All he needed to know was that it had something to do with my music.
"YOU'RE RUINING YOUR LIFE!" He yelled at me, and slammed a door of the home I once called mine in my face.
The rest of my family just went on his side. So that was that.
Lizzie's parents are like hippies; real hippies. They like, get high all the time and go to all these world peace meetings and are really laid back. So there was no question there.
Leigh's parents....well. They weren't as happy. They had never really liked me, and they never really liked the fact that it was me who made her into this music-obsessed freak. They pretty much hated me. And now that Leigh was slowly becoming more....like me, they forbid her to go. But because she's like nineteen, they had to choice in the matter.
"Hey!" Someone called. We three looked up and saw a troup of people get out of a huge taxi. Billie, then his wife, Adrienne, then their two sons, Joseph and Jakob, then some tall guy with dark hair who I didn't know, then Mike and Tre, and then, bringing up the rear, Gerard. I caught his eye and he smiled. I smiled back.
"Hi, guys," Billie said.
"Hi," We chorused.
"Hello," Adrienne said brightly. "How are you three?"
"Fine, thanks," grinned Lizzie and Leigh.
She was always so happy, so kind. It was nice to know that she really wasn't the bitchy poser that the teenies made her out to be.
"And you?" Adrienne said to me, smiling.
"Oh, yeah, I'm good," I said.
We had to go sit down and wait for the plane to come. It was boring.
"So, your name is Blue?" Adrienne said from my left.
"Yeah," I said.
"Is that your real name?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Really?"
"Well, no. But I hate my real name," I confessed. She laughed her bright, sunny laugh and Gerard looked up from where we was sitting oppisite me.
"You told me it was your real name!" He said, accusingly.
"I lied," I shrugged. He smiled.
"So what is your real name?" Billie asked.
"Jamima."
"Seriously?"
"No," I laughed. "I'm not telling you, I hate it."
"But wait- did you sign your real name on those papers?" Billie asked me.
"Yes," I said.
"Great," He said.
He took out his laptop and sad there typing for a minute, Gerard peering intently over his shoulder.
"Ahahahaha!" Billie smirked. He gave one deft click of the mouse and his face fell.
"I was expecting something embarrassing," He said. "Whats wrong with As-"
"Don't say it!" I warned him.
"Why? We all know," Lizzie said.
"Uh, we as in you and Leigh," I replied.
"And me," Billie grinned.
"I wanna know, Billie, what is it?" Gerard said.
"It begins with A," Billie smiled.
"Abigail?" Gerard said. Billie laughed. "Does she look like an Abigail to you?"
"Okay. Uh...Alphonses?" Gerard asked.
"Excuse me?" Billie said.
"Oh, how about Annabell?" Adrienne asked.
"No."
"Agnus?"
"Thats a mans name."
"Alison?"
"No."
"Alicia?"
"No."
"Hmmm...." Gerard 'hmmm'ed, looking at me. "You look like an Ashley. Is she an Ashley?" He asked Billie.
"Finally! Yes."
"Ooooooooh! Whats wrong with that?" Adie asked.
"I hate my name. Don't ever call me Ashley, okay?" I said.
"Okay," Billie said. He muttered something under his breath.
"Huh? What? What did you say?" I asked.
"Haha, you're so paranoid."
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me.
Three days later, Billie called our flat. He had some.....news.
"Gerard and I have to go back home in a few days," He said. "And because you have no way of getting to a recording stuido...." He trailed off.
I thought he was ditching us. You know, dropping us because we lived in Scotland. I was wrong, of course.
"....so we already got you guys plane tickets, and there's a house over there, luckily, that we got fine. So if you could-"
"We're coming with you to America?" I asked.
"Yeah. I mean, we have to get an album out there straight away, cause you might, like, lose your touch," he said. I could tell he was grinning.
"Uh huh. Okay...uhm...." I was kind of confused about the whole thing.
"Just have your bags packed for Friday. And be waiting at the airport for five am."
"FIVE IN THE MORNING?!" I couldn't help but yell.
"Yes."
I sighed. This was, after all, one of those once-in-a-lifetime-things.
"Okay. Sure. We'll be there."
So on Friday morning, Lizzie, Leigh and I were standing outside the Glasgow airport waiting for Billie Joe and Gerard, along with Billie's family, to show up. It was ten to five and we were all exhausted.
When I'd told my dad I was leaving, he didn't even wait for my excuse. All he needed to know was that it had something to do with my music.
"YOU'RE RUINING YOUR LIFE!" He yelled at me, and slammed a door of the home I once called mine in my face.
The rest of my family just went on his side. So that was that.
Lizzie's parents are like hippies; real hippies. They like, get high all the time and go to all these world peace meetings and are really laid back. So there was no question there.
Leigh's parents....well. They weren't as happy. They had never really liked me, and they never really liked the fact that it was me who made her into this music-obsessed freak. They pretty much hated me. And now that Leigh was slowly becoming more....like me, they forbid her to go. But because she's like nineteen, they had to choice in the matter.
"Hey!" Someone called. We three looked up and saw a troup of people get out of a huge taxi. Billie, then his wife, Adrienne, then their two sons, Joseph and Jakob, then some tall guy with dark hair who I didn't know, then Mike and Tre, and then, bringing up the rear, Gerard. I caught his eye and he smiled. I smiled back.
"Hi, guys," Billie said.
"Hi," We chorused.
"Hello," Adrienne said brightly. "How are you three?"
"Fine, thanks," grinned Lizzie and Leigh.
She was always so happy, so kind. It was nice to know that she really wasn't the bitchy poser that the teenies made her out to be.
"And you?" Adrienne said to me, smiling.
"Oh, yeah, I'm good," I said.
We had to go sit down and wait for the plane to come. It was boring.
"So, your name is Blue?" Adrienne said from my left.
"Yeah," I said.
"Is that your real name?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Really?"
"Well, no. But I hate my real name," I confessed. She laughed her bright, sunny laugh and Gerard looked up from where we was sitting oppisite me.
"You told me it was your real name!" He said, accusingly.
"I lied," I shrugged. He smiled.
"So what is your real name?" Billie asked.
"Jamima."
"Seriously?"
"No," I laughed. "I'm not telling you, I hate it."
"But wait- did you sign your real name on those papers?" Billie asked me.
"Yes," I said.
"Great," He said.
He took out his laptop and sad there typing for a minute, Gerard peering intently over his shoulder.
"Ahahahaha!" Billie smirked. He gave one deft click of the mouse and his face fell.
"I was expecting something embarrassing," He said. "Whats wrong with As-"
"Don't say it!" I warned him.
"Why? We all know," Lizzie said.
"Uh, we as in you and Leigh," I replied.
"And me," Billie grinned.
"I wanna know, Billie, what is it?" Gerard said.
"It begins with A," Billie smiled.
"Abigail?" Gerard said. Billie laughed. "Does she look like an Abigail to you?"
"Okay. Uh...Alphonses?" Gerard asked.
"Excuse me?" Billie said.
"Oh, how about Annabell?" Adrienne asked.
"No."
"Agnus?"
"Thats a mans name."
"Alison?"
"No."
"Alicia?"
"No."
"Hmmm...." Gerard 'hmmm'ed, looking at me. "You look like an Ashley. Is she an Ashley?" He asked Billie.
"Finally! Yes."
"Ooooooooh! Whats wrong with that?" Adie asked.
"I hate my name. Don't ever call me Ashley, okay?" I said.
"Okay," Billie said. He muttered something under his breath.
"Huh? What? What did you say?" I asked.
"Haha, you're so paranoid."
