Slap In The Face, chapter 20
At the Show
I had my press pass and was shuffled into an area side of stage where we were to watch half and hour before doors opened. I was never one to hang with the journalist snobs backstage, I always preferred to be in the crowd, I found you got a much better feel for the show and how good or bad a show the band were putting on.
So I walked out and took a place at the fence of the pit that had been barricaded off in front of stage plus I really wasn't ready to see them quite yet, I wanted to observe from afar.
I watched the two supporting acts and slowly got more and more excited to see them play again. I hadn't been to a Green Day show in years and I couldn't wait to see what kind of show they had developed. After the final support act got of stage, the arena began filling until it was bursting at the seams with eager fans. The demographic sure had changed, what used to be a mainly 15 plus fan base with many males, had become overwhelmingly female with most under 15 and some even younger then 10. I was surrounded by gushing, giggling teens and tweens who wore shirts emblazoned with Billie Joe's name mainly. I smirked when I saw one young girl who couldn't be more then 14 with a proposal across her pink t-shirt.
Then the room went dark and with a loud explosion of flames, they started playing American Idiot and the crowd went insane. I gazed up at the stage watching them work that crowed from the very first note of the first song, they had the undivided attention of thousands of people, and over 10 thousand faced gazing back at them yet he still fucking spotted me and recognised me.
Luckily it was at the end of the song so that fact that he froze and his jaw dropped for about 20 seconds went unnoticed. I gave him a death glare and he smirked and blew a stage kiss at me, but ever the showman he used it in the act and bellowed "GOOD EVENING MELBOURNE, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK." I smiled slightly even after all these years they still had the magic and ability to make a crowd of people think they were the only ones at the show.
Unfortunately for me he spent the whole show focusing on me making annoying comments to piss me off and I don't think the girls around me appreciated my reactions like rolling my eyes when he made jokes he had been making for ten years or when he decided to announce "This song is for the most extraordinary girl I've ever known" and I gave him the finger. I kept getting my hair pulled and was positive that I would be mightily scratched and bruised after the end of this show. Mike and Tre remained oblivious to my presence but kept looking at BJ quizzically when he would make a comment or blow a kiss or decided to change another song on their set list to dedicate it to me.
Then he started playing 1000 hours, at this point I just couldn't take it anymore i started giggling, which turned in to howling laughter that hurt my sides and tears rolled from my eyes. People around me gave me dirty looks, but I didn't care it was such a ridiculous concept he was trying to get me to forgive him and repair our friendship by singing the lamest love song he had ever written. Billie Joe looked forlorn and defeated however at this stage Mike and Tre recognised my laugh and spotted me in the crowed
Tre winked and grinned broadly bouncing on his seat with excitement loosing a his drum sticks.
Mike Beamed and made a strange head motion, as if he was trying to wave without using his hands. This started me laughing all over again which started him laughing and by the end of the song Tre had fallen off his seat and Mike was on the ground.
"Lydia what the fuck are you doing in there" announced Mike through the Microphone
I shrugged and smiled
"Get your ass backstage girl" exclaimed Tre
Begrudgingly I allowed a security guards to pry me out of the mosh pit and escort me to side of stage. And as I made out of the arena I had Billie Joe exclaiming "Ladies and Gentleman Miss Lydia Roseeeeeeee"
When I made it there I lay on the floor and waited for the rest of the show to finish I was exhausted and sore.
As Billie Joe carried out his encore Tre and Mike made their way to me.
"LYD" they shouted in synchronisation
We had a group hug and then they led me too their dressing room
"Whoa Lyd have you been in the wars?" exclaimed Mike as I changed into a clean tank top with ACDC written on it
"No just the mosh pit" I sighed
"We'll somebody hates you" added Tre
I looked in the mirror
I had a scratch under my eye and a graze on my right arm was starting to scab over. I lifted my top to find that I had big ugly purple bruises forming on my back and stomach.
"Damn I think my ribs are bruised and god my tits hurt" I complained
They laughed "Do you want me to massage them for you" leered tre jokingly
I gasped "Frankie, that's not very nice you're a married man"
He looked to the floor and said sheepishly "He he um not any more"
"AGAIN damn Tre you go through wives like there going outta fashion" I exclaimed
"Well Mikes been divorced and BJ's divorced too" he replied defensively
"well they haven't been...BJ's what?" I asked
"Divorced" said Billie Joe quietly as he entered the room
I had my press pass and was shuffled into an area side of stage where we were to watch half and hour before doors opened. I was never one to hang with the journalist snobs backstage, I always preferred to be in the crowd, I found you got a much better feel for the show and how good or bad a show the band were putting on.
So I walked out and took a place at the fence of the pit that had been barricaded off in front of stage plus I really wasn't ready to see them quite yet, I wanted to observe from afar.
I watched the two supporting acts and slowly got more and more excited to see them play again. I hadn't been to a Green Day show in years and I couldn't wait to see what kind of show they had developed. After the final support act got of stage, the arena began filling until it was bursting at the seams with eager fans. The demographic sure had changed, what used to be a mainly 15 plus fan base with many males, had become overwhelmingly female with most under 15 and some even younger then 10. I was surrounded by gushing, giggling teens and tweens who wore shirts emblazoned with Billie Joe's name mainly. I smirked when I saw one young girl who couldn't be more then 14 with a proposal across her pink t-shirt.
Then the room went dark and with a loud explosion of flames, they started playing American Idiot and the crowd went insane. I gazed up at the stage watching them work that crowed from the very first note of the first song, they had the undivided attention of thousands of people, and over 10 thousand faced gazing back at them yet he still fucking spotted me and recognised me.
Luckily it was at the end of the song so that fact that he froze and his jaw dropped for about 20 seconds went unnoticed. I gave him a death glare and he smirked and blew a stage kiss at me, but ever the showman he used it in the act and bellowed "GOOD EVENING MELBOURNE, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK." I smiled slightly even after all these years they still had the magic and ability to make a crowd of people think they were the only ones at the show.
Unfortunately for me he spent the whole show focusing on me making annoying comments to piss me off and I don't think the girls around me appreciated my reactions like rolling my eyes when he made jokes he had been making for ten years or when he decided to announce "This song is for the most extraordinary girl I've ever known" and I gave him the finger. I kept getting my hair pulled and was positive that I would be mightily scratched and bruised after the end of this show. Mike and Tre remained oblivious to my presence but kept looking at BJ quizzically when he would make a comment or blow a kiss or decided to change another song on their set list to dedicate it to me.
Then he started playing 1000 hours, at this point I just couldn't take it anymore i started giggling, which turned in to howling laughter that hurt my sides and tears rolled from my eyes. People around me gave me dirty looks, but I didn't care it was such a ridiculous concept he was trying to get me to forgive him and repair our friendship by singing the lamest love song he had ever written. Billie Joe looked forlorn and defeated however at this stage Mike and Tre recognised my laugh and spotted me in the crowed
Tre winked and grinned broadly bouncing on his seat with excitement loosing a his drum sticks.
Mike Beamed and made a strange head motion, as if he was trying to wave without using his hands. This started me laughing all over again which started him laughing and by the end of the song Tre had fallen off his seat and Mike was on the ground.
"Lydia what the fuck are you doing in there" announced Mike through the Microphone
I shrugged and smiled
"Get your ass backstage girl" exclaimed Tre
Begrudgingly I allowed a security guards to pry me out of the mosh pit and escort me to side of stage. And as I made out of the arena I had Billie Joe exclaiming "Ladies and Gentleman Miss Lydia Roseeeeeeee"
When I made it there I lay on the floor and waited for the rest of the show to finish I was exhausted and sore.
As Billie Joe carried out his encore Tre and Mike made their way to me.
"LYD" they shouted in synchronisation
We had a group hug and then they led me too their dressing room
"Whoa Lyd have you been in the wars?" exclaimed Mike as I changed into a clean tank top with ACDC written on it
"No just the mosh pit" I sighed
"We'll somebody hates you" added Tre
I looked in the mirror
I had a scratch under my eye and a graze on my right arm was starting to scab over. I lifted my top to find that I had big ugly purple bruises forming on my back and stomach.
"Damn I think my ribs are bruised and god my tits hurt" I complained
They laughed "Do you want me to massage them for you" leered tre jokingly
I gasped "Frankie, that's not very nice you're a married man"
He looked to the floor and said sheepishly "He he um not any more"
"AGAIN damn Tre you go through wives like there going outta fashion" I exclaimed
"Well Mikes been divorced and BJ's divorced too" he replied defensively
"well they haven't been...BJ's what?" I asked
"Divorced" said Billie Joe quietly as he entered the room
