Green Day, Marilyn Manson And My Chemical Romance, chapter 1
Green Day, My Chemical Romance and Marilyn Manson
Characters (just a little explanation, in case ppl get confused... :-)):
Aifric: Total nutcase and co-writer and editor of this story. Obsessed with Green Day.
Tanzi: Aifric's friend. Again, totally crazy. Obsessed with Marilyn Manson.
Billie Joe Armstrong: No explanations needed.
Mike Dirnt: See above.
Tré Cool: See above.
Marilyn Manson: Lead singer of Marilyn Manson, real name Brian Hugo Warner, antichrist and sex obsessed.
Pogo(Madonna Wayne Gacy): Keyboardist of Marilyn Manson; sex obsessed, perverted, hyperactive and crazy. Gets on well with Tré.
Ginger Fish: Drummer of Marilyn Manson. Doesn't normally drink or take drugs. Is addicted to coffee but is fat more sane than his band mates and is not sex obsessed. Gets on well with Mike.
Twiggy Ramirez: A little odd. Ex-bassist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably nice, but a bit of a drag queen. Is slightly sex obsessed.
John5: Guitarist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably sane.
Tim Skold: Guitarist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably sane.
Conal: Tanzi's friend. Is crazy but a great laugh. Fun to be around.
Liam: Aifric's friend. Is a bit of a moron but great to laugh at. Goofy but funny.
Shane: Aifric's friend. Funny and sarcastic. In a nice way, of course.
Fergus: Tanzi's, ah, "friend". (Cough, cough.) Fun and not as mad as Conal.
Aisling: Aifric's friend. Crazy, hyperactive, weird and obsessed with Green Day. A little "odd".
Gerard Way: Lead singer of My Chemical Romance
Mikey Way: Bassist of MCR. Gerard's brother.
Ray Toro: Guitarist of MCR.
Frank Iero: Other guitarist of MCR.
Bob Bryar: Drummer in MCR.
Once upon a time... Ok, screw once upon a time. That's for fairytales. And this is NOT a fairy tale. Where do I start? I'll start with Green Day, I guess...
"Biwwie! Where the fuck are my underpants?"
"I don't know, Tré. Here, use this."
"I don't wear thongs! I'm not GAY, like YOU are!"
"Fuckin' little piece of shite... C'mere!" Billie muttered, picking up a bread knife and chasing after Tré. Tré ran around the bus screaming with a huge grin on his face. Mike walked in.
"Tré, put some fucking pants on! Billie, what are you doing? Drop the fucking knife, you wanker! I'll fuckin' kill you if you do anything to him, especially after what happened last time! You remember, don't you Billie? That hurt didn't it? Oh yes, it did. That hurt a LOT."
Billie dropped the knife and started to tremble. His hand went to his balls and he winced. They would never be the same again. He went over to Tré and bowed his head, both scared and ashamed and filled with pain at that memory. Tré hugged him and gave Mike a disapproving stare. Mike rolled his eyes and threw two pairs of boxers at Tré. "Here, put this on. And tell Billie he's not wearing that thong." Tré did as he was told. Billie didn't respond, so he changed his pants for him. Billie smiled. Then he walked away from Tré and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV. "Boring... Boring... Great! Playboy TV!" He sat there for a long time, before getting bored of the soft porn and started looking for more hardcore stuff. He didn't find any and turned off the TV, disgusted. "Mike! Why don't we have any good channels?"
"I don't know Billie. Put some clothes on. You're not going on stage like that tonight." Billie groaned and threw on a dress.
"There! Do I look pretty, Mikey?"
"BILLIE!!!"
"Ok, ok... Meanie." He put on a stripy T-shirt and black trousers. "Great, now c'mon."
"Where are we going?"
"To get breakfast."
"But we have food here!" Billie said, taking out some burritos. Mike rolled his eyes and grabbed Billie and Tré by their collars and flung them outside. He locked up the tour bus, muttering darkly.
They walked along the main road to McDonald's. Normally it would have taken a few minutes, but because of Tré stopping to stare in the windows of toyshops and Billie stopping and staring for ages and ages in the windows of sex shops it took a little longer than normal. Mike urged them on but it is almost impossible to get Tré away from a toy shop window and it is literally impossible to get Billie Joe away from a sex shop window. So the journey that should have taken five minutes had taken forty-five minutes and by the time they arrived at the McDonald's Mike was pretty pissed off.
"How fucking long does it take you to walk down a fucking street? WELL?!?"
"Look I'm sorry," Billie said.
"Yeah, me too," said Tré.
Just at that moment Billie saw an extremely hot girl in a tiny mini-skirt walking along.
"WOW! Just look at her ass Tré!"
Mike was getting increasingly annoyed at this, seeing as the girl was no older than 15.
"For fuck sake man, she's a fucking minor! You'll get arrested you wanker! TRÉ!!! Don't!"
It was too late. Tré had set off to ask this whore if she liked him.
"Shite... " was all that Mike could muster. At that moment the door to McDonald's opened once more and a group of six men dressed in black walked in. Tré, who was busy badly chatting up the girl, took no notice of these odd looking men who were also eyeing up the girl and laughing amongst them selves. Then one of them detached themselves from the group and stood a short distance behind Tré. Mike and Billie looked at one another in concern. Last time this had happened Tré had been mugged. The man shouted out THREE, TWO, ONE! At one the girl had slapped Tré HARD across the face. Tré groaned and turned. He saw the odd looking man and stared. You could almost SEE his small and Barney-filled head struggling to remember something. What he was trying to remember was anyone's guess.
"Maybe Tré went down on this guy sometime," suggested Billie with a large grin on his face. Mike just glared at him.
"Tré come here please," Mike asked. Billie was silent and so was the large group that the odd man was part of.
"Wait a minute... " Tré said. Nothing. The odd man was also staring directly at Tré muttering something about recognising him...
Then they both gasped in unison.
"GASP!"
"For fuck sake Pogo, COME HERE NOW!" said one of the men in the group.
Just then Tré started to laugh like a madman and the man named 'Pogo' started rocking back and forth methodically, giggling.
"Oh shit," said Mike and he ran foreword and grabbed Tré by the trousers and Billie grabbed him by the boxers...
"Oooh la la," said 'Pogo'. "You certainly haven't done half-bad here half-boy!"
Mike coughed really loud and Tré turned and said "Oh right, you don't know."
"Oh, you don't say!!!" yelled Mike. "I know who this is I just didn't think you knew him!" Mike was now the equivalent shade of red as a strawberry. Billie moved in to calm him down but Mike pushed him away angrily.
"Tré, I'm going to fucking murder you," Mike said.
"Wow, you sound really calm compared to the situation Mike," one of the members of 'The Black Group' as Billie Joe kept calling them said.
"Yeah, well you try getting angry at a 'special' 32 year old man who acts like a perverted psychotic and lobotomised six year old!" Mike replied.
"Why do I get the feeling that I'm the only one of us who has NO idea whatsoever of what the fuck is going on?" Billie asked.
"Cos you are," the man Mike was talking to replied.
"Oh! That explains it then!" Billie said happily and he went off to get a happy-meal.
Mike just groaned in exasperation.
Meanwhile two girls and four boys who had watched this conversation with great interest continued watching. Well the two girls had been. The boys, who's names were Conal, Fergus, Liam and Shane, had continued to talk mindlessly and endlessly about football, cars etc. while the girls, one of which was called Aifric and was dressed in odd punk-type gear, while the other, who was called Tanzi was dressed in black gothic stuff and too much black makeup, watched this large reunion. And then there was Aisling, who was having an interesting discussion with her straw and wearing "baggy black stuff".
Then out of absolutely nowhere Aifric yelled out excitedly to Tanzi that that was Billie Joe Armstrong! Aisling stopped talking and stared at him. Tanzi ignored her completely and stared at the guy pulling Pogo away from Tré by the hair and muttered Mr. Manson under her breath. Fergus heard this and looked around.
"Holy shit, it is!" he said and then threw a burger box, complete with half a burger, at Conal to get his attention and pointed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Conal exclaimed.
Aifric had pointed that Billie Joe Armstrong was JUST there to Liam and Shane before she passed out. She was pretty prone to passing out. When she woke up the first thing she saw was Tré. She passed out again. When she re-awoke she heard Mike's voice.
"You dolt wanker! You totally fucking freaked her out with that big ugly head that's badly fixed to your stupid shoulders!!!" he was yelling.
"Gee, I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to scare her." Tré said guiltily.
As Aifric opened her eyes she saw Tanzi and Liam looking down on her. Now she groaned and rolled over. When she re-opened her eyes Tanzi was talking to one of the members of 'The Black Group.' She was talking about her guitar playing skills. Aifric could play the drums like Tré Cool and Ginger Fish, her heroes.
"Are you being serious!!!" she heard Tanzi exclaim to a nodding member of 'The Black Group.'
"What?" Aifric demanded as she sat up.
"Tim Skold says we could go on tour with Marilyn Manson and Green Day!" she answered excitedly.
Aifric passed out again. Aisling stuck her straw up Aifric's nose, to try and wake her up.
Characters (just a little explanation, in case ppl get confused... :-)):
Aifric: Total nutcase and co-writer and editor of this story. Obsessed with Green Day.
Tanzi: Aifric's friend. Again, totally crazy. Obsessed with Marilyn Manson.
Billie Joe Armstrong: No explanations needed.
Mike Dirnt: See above.
Tré Cool: See above.
Marilyn Manson: Lead singer of Marilyn Manson, real name Brian Hugo Warner, antichrist and sex obsessed.
Pogo(Madonna Wayne Gacy): Keyboardist of Marilyn Manson; sex obsessed, perverted, hyperactive and crazy. Gets on well with Tré.
Ginger Fish: Drummer of Marilyn Manson. Doesn't normally drink or take drugs. Is addicted to coffee but is fat more sane than his band mates and is not sex obsessed. Gets on well with Mike.
Twiggy Ramirez: A little odd. Ex-bassist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably nice, but a bit of a drag queen. Is slightly sex obsessed.
John5: Guitarist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably sane.
Tim Skold: Guitarist of Marilyn Manson. Is reasonably sane.
Conal: Tanzi's friend. Is crazy but a great laugh. Fun to be around.
Liam: Aifric's friend. Is a bit of a moron but great to laugh at. Goofy but funny.
Shane: Aifric's friend. Funny and sarcastic. In a nice way, of course.
Fergus: Tanzi's, ah, "friend". (Cough, cough.) Fun and not as mad as Conal.
Aisling: Aifric's friend. Crazy, hyperactive, weird and obsessed with Green Day. A little "odd".
Gerard Way: Lead singer of My Chemical Romance
Mikey Way: Bassist of MCR. Gerard's brother.
Ray Toro: Guitarist of MCR.
Frank Iero: Other guitarist of MCR.
Bob Bryar: Drummer in MCR.
Once upon a time... Ok, screw once upon a time. That's for fairytales. And this is NOT a fairy tale. Where do I start? I'll start with Green Day, I guess...
"Biwwie! Where the fuck are my underpants?"
"I don't know, Tré. Here, use this."
"I don't wear thongs! I'm not GAY, like YOU are!"
"Fuckin' little piece of shite... C'mere!" Billie muttered, picking up a bread knife and chasing after Tré. Tré ran around the bus screaming with a huge grin on his face. Mike walked in.
"Tré, put some fucking pants on! Billie, what are you doing? Drop the fucking knife, you wanker! I'll fuckin' kill you if you do anything to him, especially after what happened last time! You remember, don't you Billie? That hurt didn't it? Oh yes, it did. That hurt a LOT."
Billie dropped the knife and started to tremble. His hand went to his balls and he winced. They would never be the same again. He went over to Tré and bowed his head, both scared and ashamed and filled with pain at that memory. Tré hugged him and gave Mike a disapproving stare. Mike rolled his eyes and threw two pairs of boxers at Tré. "Here, put this on. And tell Billie he's not wearing that thong." Tré did as he was told. Billie didn't respond, so he changed his pants for him. Billie smiled. Then he walked away from Tré and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV. "Boring... Boring... Great! Playboy TV!" He sat there for a long time, before getting bored of the soft porn and started looking for more hardcore stuff. He didn't find any and turned off the TV, disgusted. "Mike! Why don't we have any good channels?"
"I don't know Billie. Put some clothes on. You're not going on stage like that tonight." Billie groaned and threw on a dress.
"There! Do I look pretty, Mikey?"
"BILLIE!!!"
"Ok, ok... Meanie." He put on a stripy T-shirt and black trousers. "Great, now c'mon."
"Where are we going?"
"To get breakfast."
"But we have food here!" Billie said, taking out some burritos. Mike rolled his eyes and grabbed Billie and Tré by their collars and flung them outside. He locked up the tour bus, muttering darkly.
They walked along the main road to McDonald's. Normally it would have taken a few minutes, but because of Tré stopping to stare in the windows of toyshops and Billie stopping and staring for ages and ages in the windows of sex shops it took a little longer than normal. Mike urged them on but it is almost impossible to get Tré away from a toy shop window and it is literally impossible to get Billie Joe away from a sex shop window. So the journey that should have taken five minutes had taken forty-five minutes and by the time they arrived at the McDonald's Mike was pretty pissed off.
"How fucking long does it take you to walk down a fucking street? WELL?!?"
"Look I'm sorry," Billie said.
"Yeah, me too," said Tré.
Just at that moment Billie saw an extremely hot girl in a tiny mini-skirt walking along.
"WOW! Just look at her ass Tré!"
Mike was getting increasingly annoyed at this, seeing as the girl was no older than 15.
"For fuck sake man, she's a fucking minor! You'll get arrested you wanker! TRÉ!!! Don't!"
It was too late. Tré had set off to ask this whore if she liked him.
"Shite... " was all that Mike could muster. At that moment the door to McDonald's opened once more and a group of six men dressed in black walked in. Tré, who was busy badly chatting up the girl, took no notice of these odd looking men who were also eyeing up the girl and laughing amongst them selves. Then one of them detached themselves from the group and stood a short distance behind Tré. Mike and Billie looked at one another in concern. Last time this had happened Tré had been mugged. The man shouted out THREE, TWO, ONE! At one the girl had slapped Tré HARD across the face. Tré groaned and turned. He saw the odd looking man and stared. You could almost SEE his small and Barney-filled head struggling to remember something. What he was trying to remember was anyone's guess.
"Maybe Tré went down on this guy sometime," suggested Billie with a large grin on his face. Mike just glared at him.
"Tré come here please," Mike asked. Billie was silent and so was the large group that the odd man was part of.
"Wait a minute... " Tré said. Nothing. The odd man was also staring directly at Tré muttering something about recognising him...
Then they both gasped in unison.
"GASP!"
"For fuck sake Pogo, COME HERE NOW!" said one of the men in the group.
Just then Tré started to laugh like a madman and the man named 'Pogo' started rocking back and forth methodically, giggling.
"Oh shit," said Mike and he ran foreword and grabbed Tré by the trousers and Billie grabbed him by the boxers...
"Oooh la la," said 'Pogo'. "You certainly haven't done half-bad here half-boy!"
Mike coughed really loud and Tré turned and said "Oh right, you don't know."
"Oh, you don't say!!!" yelled Mike. "I know who this is I just didn't think you knew him!" Mike was now the equivalent shade of red as a strawberry. Billie moved in to calm him down but Mike pushed him away angrily.
"Tré, I'm going to fucking murder you," Mike said.
"Wow, you sound really calm compared to the situation Mike," one of the members of 'The Black Group' as Billie Joe kept calling them said.
"Yeah, well you try getting angry at a 'special' 32 year old man who acts like a perverted psychotic and lobotomised six year old!" Mike replied.
"Why do I get the feeling that I'm the only one of us who has NO idea whatsoever of what the fuck is going on?" Billie asked.
"Cos you are," the man Mike was talking to replied.
"Oh! That explains it then!" Billie said happily and he went off to get a happy-meal.
Mike just groaned in exasperation.
Meanwhile two girls and four boys who had watched this conversation with great interest continued watching. Well the two girls had been. The boys, who's names were Conal, Fergus, Liam and Shane, had continued to talk mindlessly and endlessly about football, cars etc. while the girls, one of which was called Aifric and was dressed in odd punk-type gear, while the other, who was called Tanzi was dressed in black gothic stuff and too much black makeup, watched this large reunion. And then there was Aisling, who was having an interesting discussion with her straw and wearing "baggy black stuff".
Then out of absolutely nowhere Aifric yelled out excitedly to Tanzi that that was Billie Joe Armstrong! Aisling stopped talking and stared at him. Tanzi ignored her completely and stared at the guy pulling Pogo away from Tré by the hair and muttered Mr. Manson under her breath. Fergus heard this and looked around.
"Holy shit, it is!" he said and then threw a burger box, complete with half a burger, at Conal to get his attention and pointed.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Conal exclaimed.
Aifric had pointed that Billie Joe Armstrong was JUST there to Liam and Shane before she passed out. She was pretty prone to passing out. When she woke up the first thing she saw was Tré. She passed out again. When she re-awoke she heard Mike's voice.
"You dolt wanker! You totally fucking freaked her out with that big ugly head that's badly fixed to your stupid shoulders!!!" he was yelling.
"Gee, I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to scare her." Tré said guiltily.
As Aifric opened her eyes she saw Tanzi and Liam looking down on her. Now she groaned and rolled over. When she re-opened her eyes Tanzi was talking to one of the members of 'The Black Group.' She was talking about her guitar playing skills. Aifric could play the drums like Tré Cool and Ginger Fish, her heroes.
"Are you being serious!!!" she heard Tanzi exclaim to a nodding member of 'The Black Group.'
"What?" Aifric demanded as she sat up.
"Tim Skold says we could go on tour with Marilyn Manson and Green Day!" she answered excitedly.
Aifric passed out again. Aisling stuck her straw up Aifric's nose, to try and wake her up.
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