I Choked on a Llama because that's how I Roll, chapter 1
*Mike's POV, 1990*
Hello, my name is none of your business; ok it's Mike Dirnt. Please don't attack me! Ok. Well I have this daughter named Stella, as you all know, but I also have this other daughter, Allie. She is Stella's twin sister. My girlfriend, Ana was at the mall with Adie and I was home with Allie and Stella. My little girls are both 2-years-old right now. I was in the kitchen making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch when I heard a knock on the door and I walked to go answer it. I figured it was just going to be a bored Billie, bringing his daughter, Ava Grace, over to play so we can talk about the new album, Kerplunk. I would have never guessed how wrong I really was. I opened the door and a man walked in with a gun. He held it to my head while 2 other men walked and grabbed Allie.
"Let go of my sister!" Stella ordered.
"Don't worry your sister will be fine."
"I told you to let go of her!" Stella yelled.
"No, she is going to be my daughter now."
"I don't want to be your daughter!" Allie yelled.
The man just chuckled and walked out of the door, my crying and flailing daughter in his arms. The other man held a gun to Stella's head and told me that if I do anything then I will lose both of my daughters. I just stared, wide-eyed, hoping none of this was happening. The man holding the gun to my head walked out, as did the other man. I ran out the door screaming for them to bring my daughter back, although I knew that was never going to happen. I walked back to see Stella hugging the stuffed monkey I got her for her birthday. I looked out the window and saw Billie's old pick-up pull in front of my house. He ran out with tearstains on his cheeks and red eyes.
"They took my daughter," we both said, then fell down crying. It all seemed to go so fast, they way they took her and ran. Our little girls, our world. How were we going to tell our wives?
*Ava's POV 12 years later."
"Hey Allie, we need the bass line to be a little longer."
"Urgh, this is so frustrating," she snarled. I looked into her dull blue eyes as she looked into my piercing green ones.
"I know, but we need to have this perfect before we send it to Adeline."
"I know, but why are we even trying, they aren't going to give a record deal to a couple of plain old New Yorkers."
"If we're good enough they might."
"I guess, let's do some cover stuff for now."
"How about we play Food Around the Corner!" our drummer, Mona, yelled.
"Shut up Mona," we both said in unison.
"Disappearing Boy."
"Deal." We played a few songs from 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours and Insomniac and some of our own. We decided that now is a better time than ever to start recording. We were recording our first album in Mona's basement in a medium sized home in New York City. Allie and I ran away from our parents a few months ago because we found out they weren't our real parents. We were doing an assignment for school on blood types and neither of us had the same blood types as any of our family members. Ramona is a spitting image of Trè Cool but she keeps telling us that she wasn't his daughter, even though it all fits, her mom's name is Lisea, her last name is Wright, she is 10-years-old and her dad lives in California. 2 days later, our album was recorded and on it's way to Adeline, Reprise, and Lookout! Records. I really hope we get a big break.
*Billie's POV*
I was sitting there thinking about what happened today, 12 years ago. Today was the day I lost Ava. I heard the phone ringing and Joey picked it up.
"Hello? No this is his son, Joey. Uh-huh, yeah, um hold on, DAD! SOME GUYS ON THE PHONE ABOUT SOME GIRL NAMED AVA!" My heart skipped a beat I jumped from the place I was sitting in my office and ran to a phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Armstrong, my name is Jonathan, I am from the Las Angeles Detective's Department, and I have some news about your daughter."
"What is it?"
"We found her, she lives in New York, New York. We would appreciate it if you could catch the next plane here, any of your friends and family may come. Mr. Pritchard is also coming."
"Okay, thanks, I'll be there as soon as possible." I hung up the phone and walked upstairs to tell Adie the news.
Hello, my name is none of your business; ok it's Mike Dirnt. Please don't attack me! Ok. Well I have this daughter named Stella, as you all know, but I also have this other daughter, Allie. She is Stella's twin sister. My girlfriend, Ana was at the mall with Adie and I was home with Allie and Stella. My little girls are both 2-years-old right now. I was in the kitchen making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch when I heard a knock on the door and I walked to go answer it. I figured it was just going to be a bored Billie, bringing his daughter, Ava Grace, over to play so we can talk about the new album, Kerplunk. I would have never guessed how wrong I really was. I opened the door and a man walked in with a gun. He held it to my head while 2 other men walked and grabbed Allie.
"Let go of my sister!" Stella ordered.
"Don't worry your sister will be fine."
"I told you to let go of her!" Stella yelled.
"No, she is going to be my daughter now."
"I don't want to be your daughter!" Allie yelled.
The man just chuckled and walked out of the door, my crying and flailing daughter in his arms. The other man held a gun to Stella's head and told me that if I do anything then I will lose both of my daughters. I just stared, wide-eyed, hoping none of this was happening. The man holding the gun to my head walked out, as did the other man. I ran out the door screaming for them to bring my daughter back, although I knew that was never going to happen. I walked back to see Stella hugging the stuffed monkey I got her for her birthday. I looked out the window and saw Billie's old pick-up pull in front of my house. He ran out with tearstains on his cheeks and red eyes.
"They took my daughter," we both said, then fell down crying. It all seemed to go so fast, they way they took her and ran. Our little girls, our world. How were we going to tell our wives?
*Ava's POV 12 years later."
"Hey Allie, we need the bass line to be a little longer."
"Urgh, this is so frustrating," she snarled. I looked into her dull blue eyes as she looked into my piercing green ones.
"I know, but we need to have this perfect before we send it to Adeline."
"I know, but why are we even trying, they aren't going to give a record deal to a couple of plain old New Yorkers."
"If we're good enough they might."
"I guess, let's do some cover stuff for now."
"How about we play Food Around the Corner!" our drummer, Mona, yelled.
"Shut up Mona," we both said in unison.
"Disappearing Boy."
"Deal." We played a few songs from 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours and Insomniac and some of our own. We decided that now is a better time than ever to start recording. We were recording our first album in Mona's basement in a medium sized home in New York City. Allie and I ran away from our parents a few months ago because we found out they weren't our real parents. We were doing an assignment for school on blood types and neither of us had the same blood types as any of our family members. Ramona is a spitting image of Trè Cool but she keeps telling us that she wasn't his daughter, even though it all fits, her mom's name is Lisea, her last name is Wright, she is 10-years-old and her dad lives in California. 2 days later, our album was recorded and on it's way to Adeline, Reprise, and Lookout! Records. I really hope we get a big break.
*Billie's POV*
I was sitting there thinking about what happened today, 12 years ago. Today was the day I lost Ava. I heard the phone ringing and Joey picked it up.
"Hello? No this is his son, Joey. Uh-huh, yeah, um hold on, DAD! SOME GUYS ON THE PHONE ABOUT SOME GIRL NAMED AVA!" My heart skipped a beat I jumped from the place I was sitting in my office and ran to a phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Mr. Armstrong, my name is Jonathan, I am from the Las Angeles Detective's Department, and I have some news about your daughter."
"What is it?"
"We found her, she lives in New York, New York. We would appreciate it if you could catch the next plane here, any of your friends and family may come. Mr. Pritchard is also coming."
"Okay, thanks, I'll be there as soon as possible." I hung up the phone and walked upstairs to tell Adie the news.
