Starting Over, chapter 1

Alone. That's what you've been since you left your band a year and a half ago. It just didn't feel right playing with them. They had a different taste in music and extremley different personalities. So it was probably for the best that you left before it got worse. But now all you have is your drums. Living in your parents basement, you haven't had a girl over in ages. With only clown collage after highschool, finding a good job is almost out of the question. The only other option is to find another band.
Friday. Once again you're stuck at home listening to your parents trying to guess the answers to Jeopardy. You can't take it. You pull on your jacket and walk out the door, not sure where you're going, but you find your feet take you to a bar that you used to sneak into when you were still in high school. Taking a seat at the counter and ordering a beer, you turn around to see who's playing tonight. It's a band called Green Day. You've heard of them, you have their CD, they play decent music. The sond that they're playing is one of your favorites. You've done the drumming for it on one of those boring Friday nights.
The lead singer accidentaly says the wrong line, and all of a sudden the drummer stops. The singer turns around to see what's wrong and the drummer stands up.
"That's it. I've had it! If you can't sing the right fucking line, you shouldn't sing at all! That was the last straw Billie Joe!" The drummer walks off stage. The singer, Billie Joe, looks back at the now silent audience.
"Sorry folks," he says, "I guess we're going to have to call it a night..."
You don't know what you're doing. All of a sudden your feet are dragging you on to the stage. You sit down behind the drums and start playing. Billie Joe and the bass player look at each other, confused, for a moment then start to play.
When you finished, you walk backstage with Billie Joe and the bassist at your heel. For a minute the three of you stand there, then-
"So, you play for a band? 'Cause you're pretty damn good."
You laugh. "I was for a while. But things didn't work out."
"I'm Billie Joe." he says " and this is Mike, our resident bass player. And you are?"
"Tre Cool." you reply.
"That's..... different." he says.
"Well it was Frank Edwin Wright III, but no one's called me that since I was eleven."
"Well Tre, maybe we'll see you around sometime."
"Ya, maybe." You don't know why that sounded so crest-fallen. It was probably because they didn't ask you to join their band. Hadn't you realized by now never to put high hopes on anything that wasn't certain?
"Bye." you say and walk out the without waiting for an answer.
For the next few weeks, you found that you were spending alot of time downtown. You felt that very rebelious, going to bars, flirting with girls, coming home piss drunk at 3 in the morning. You knew you were trying to find Green Day again, to see if they found a new drummer, or had gotten back with the old one. You were acting how you used to be, when you were just trying to drink and flirt your feelings away.
Finally, one night you saw them.
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