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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 0:52:24 GMT -5
Sure thing.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:05:58 GMT -5
PART 6 "Hi," I said, opening the front door. There was Taylor who looked horrifically nervous, and Jake, who looked really excited. "Hey," Taylor said. "What are you doing here, Taylor? You weren't invited," I sighed. "Are you serious? I can't stay?" she asked, almost in a panic. "My mom didn't cook for five people. Either you leave or he does," I said, pulling all this bullshit out my sleeve. I really just didn't want to hang around her more than I had to. "Oh." She sounded disappointed but nodded and retreated to her own house. "That worked well," I said to myself as I guided Jake into the house. "Man, I really want to go to this concert," he informed me. "You and I both," I said, pointing to the couch. "Sit there. I'll go get the warden...I mean, my mom." I watched him fidget on the couch as I went and retrieved my mother. "Mom," I said, leaning into her room. "Jake's here." Dad was sound asleep on the bed, and Mom was watching some TV show. She smiled and got up, glancing in the mirror to make sure she was presentable or whatever as she went into the living room. "Hello!" she said in her best hostess voice. "You must be Jake." Wow, she was acting the same way with him that she did with any boyfriend I had ever brought home. It was kind of weird to see this act she put on. She began to talk to Jake about his family and school and stuff. I just left and went to my room. Jake was giving me a look, practically begging me not to go, but I did anyway. He would have to fend for himself. I picked up the phone in my room and called Paul's apartment. His girlfriend answered. Her name was Kat. She was pretty cool. "Hey, is Paul there?" I asked. "Yeah. Hold on." There was a lot of shuffling and some mumbling before I heard Paul's voice. "Meg?" "Hey," I said. "What's up?" he asked. "What are your plans for two weeks from yesterday?" I asked. "I dunno. Why?" "Green Day concert. The guy that might be going with me is being inspected by Mom. If she doesn't approve, either you go or I don't," I sighed. "Guy? Is he your boyfriend or something?" "No," I sighed. "He's my friend's boyfriend. He likes Green Day more than she does, so she gave him her ticket." "Oh." "Yeah. And Mom's more or less interviewing him," I groaned. "Are you serious?" Paul laughed. "Well, let me check my calender real quick." I listened to him humming for a second before he said, "Looks like I'm free. If you need me to go, count me in." "YESH!" I yelled into the phone. "Thank you. I owe you so much." "Don't worry about it," he chuckled. "Oh. And if Dad calls, you and I never had this discussion." "Okay..." Paul said, sounding a bit unsure. "Bye!" I chirped and hung up. Okay, so I was definitely going. I was happy.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW "So how long is this touring thing going to last?" I mumbled after the sound check. "In, like, two weeks, it's over," Mike told me, grabbing a bottle of water. "We're going to do the last show in Oakland, then we get a month off." "That will be the best month of my life," Billie sighed. "God, this is tiring." "Tell me about it," I said. "Yeah, you would be especially tired, considering your evening last night." "I seriously don't remember what happened," I said. "You disappeared into the bathroom and we found you sound asleep in the bus. I wish I could tell you," Mike said. "Should we practice again?" I groaned. "I guess." Practicing is such a chore when it seems like you're working 24/7.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 1:15:05 GMT -5
CLIFFHANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to know what happens!!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:21:42 GMT -5
I'm not going to post the entire story tonight. You know that, right?
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:22:51 GMT -5
Aw heck, I'll post one more part tonight. But that's it for the evening, okay?
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 1:29:33 GMT -5
I know. I'm practically falling asleep now. But One more, and I'll leave you alone.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:36:05 GMT -5
PART 7 REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "He seems nice," Mom told me once Jake had left. "Mmhmm," I said. I wasn't really paying attention or anything. We had burgers for dinner, so needless to say I was waiting anxiously to head up to my room and have the Pop Tarts I had stowed there. But Mom was keeping me in the kitchen to talk about Jake. "I think it would be alright if you went to the concert with him," she said, smiling broadly. "Thanks!" I squealed, hugging her, although I had known I was going to the concert no matter what. Time to begin preparing. I rushed up the stairs and opened my closet. Time to decide my outfit. Okay, so I was a little over-excited. But oh my God...it was Green Day! I would meet my beloved Tre Cool (hopefully), and the equally as talented Billie Joe Armstrong and Mike Dirnt. Just thinking about them made my heart jump. I grabbed a pair of baggy black pants that used to belong to Paul when he was in high school. I selected my old Clash shirt, since I figured if I wore a Green Day shirt, I'd see 80 million other people wearing the same one. I was going to be unique. I set the outfit in a special corner of my closet so I wouldn't accidentally wear them and get them dirty before the show. I grabbed the Pop Tarts off my desk and lay across the bed, wondering what Tre was doing right then.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW "No," I said. "I am tired." "Come on," Billie begged. "Look, we'll have a month off. You can rest up then." "These are your choices. You can either party with me tonight or you can have me perform with the band. One or the other," I said. "You are such a whimp," he laughed. "Fine. Rest up." I climbed onto the tour bus and started to doze off on the couch. Billie directed the driver to whatever party he was attending. How that man did it was beyond me. When I woke up, I was alone on the bus. I got up and wandered around, making sure no one else was there. I finally decided I was alone. I went to the bathroom, then grabbed a beer. I sat on the couch, drinking for a while before I realized what I should probably be doing. I grabbed a guitar and began playing the six notes I knew so well. And with them I sang... "I was alone. I was all by myself. No one was looking. I was thinking of you. Oh yeah did I mention I was all by myself. All by myself. All by myself..."
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 25, 2005 1:40:31 GMT -5
Poor Tre. Okay, I am satisfied.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 1:42:51 GMT -5
I'm glad. I have the feeling this story is going to be pretty long.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 25, 2005 11:17:19 GMT -5
lol, tre is so fucking hilarious. keep going! update! update! UPDATE!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 11:41:57 GMT -5
Keep your pants on. I'll update in a bit.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 12:04:11 GMT -5
PART EIGHT REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "12 hours until the Green Day concert," I squealed, looking at my clock. 7 AM, and I was already wide awake, mostly just cause of the excitement I knew that day would hold. Why was I up this early? It was my last week of summer vacation. You'd think I would want to sleep in all the time. But I guess it was like Christmas, where the anticipation wakes you at early hours of the morning. I got up and rushed to my closet. I decided against wearing my planned outfit all day and decided I would change into it before we went to pick up Jake to go to the concert. I grabbed a pair of shorts (I didn't normally wear shorts, but I didn't care today) and a red MCR shirt. I tossed the clothes on my bed and went to take a shower. As I shaved my legs, I started singing "Blood, Sex, and Booze" for no reason at all. Probably not the best song to sing while you're shaving. I cut my leg, but I didn't care. Nothing could ruin my day. It didn't hurt that bad, but it was bleeding like quite the little motherfucker. I washed it off and put a bandaid on it once I was done cleaning myself. I hummed "Minority" as I got dressed, then walked down the stairs while singing "Prosthetic Head." No one else in my house was awake yet, so I grabbed some Pop Tarts and sat at the table. I took a large bite of the cookie dough Pop Tarts (which tasted especially amazing that morning), put my feet up on the table and sang "Do Da Da" through my mouth full of food. Maybe I'm a little crazy. So what? The day was going to inch by. I knew it already. It would take forever before it was 8 AM, so I could only imagine how bad it would be to get to 7 PM. I finished my Pop Tarts and dropped the wrapper into the trash. I went back to my room and examined myself in the mirror. My dyed black hair fell just past my shoulders, and I had about an inch of blonde roots. My mom kept begging me to either bleach my hair or dye it all black, just so it was all one color. But I liked it this way. It was still kind of wet from my shower, so I pulled it back into a clip and put on some makeup. I wanted to look sexy for Tre. Wow, just the thought of that almost made my heart stop. Sometimes I felt like such a teenie.
TRE'S POINT OF VIEW "Good to be home," Mike mumbled sleepily as we stepped off the tour bus in Oakland. "We're not quite home yet," Billie said. He had to remind us. "Yeah, but tonight I get to sleep in my own bed," I sighed. "You plan on having anyone else in your bed with you?" Billie questioned, elbowing me suggestively. I just shrugged. Probably not. I was too tired to walk, let alone have sex. "I don't know about you guys, but I need to take a nap after the sound check," Mike said. I made an agreeing grunt. We walked into the stage area. Everything was set up real nice like. I just sighed and sat at the drumset. "Let's get this over with," I said. "You can't perform with that kind of attitude," Billie said. "Sorry, Mr. Rogers." "Shut up." Mike laughed. Glad to see someone was having a good time. It wasn't so much that I didn't like touring. It was just...I was tired. Damn, how tired I was. But this was the last show of the tour. Then...sweet relief.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 25, 2005 12:35:33 GMT -5
MY NAMES TAYLOR!!!, well ppl call me by my middle name alot ( abby) so i might aswell tell everybody my names abby........anyway PLEASE UPDATE
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 13:12:42 GMT -5
PART 9 REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "Oh my God," I laughed, sitting in the front seat of Dad's car as we drove to Jake's house. I was so excited I felt like I was going to throw up. Dad was actually letting me listen to what I wanted on the radio, which was weird, since he normally made me listen to oldies or whatever. But as soon as he told me I could listen to whatever, I popped in Kerplunk and cranked it up. I held my CD pouch to my chest, excited. "Calm down," Dad laughed. "What's the address to this kid's house again?" I grabbed the piece of paper off the dashboard and read it to my father. He nodded and kept driving. "Dominated Love Slave!" I exclaimed as the familiar intro began. I cranked up the volume even louder. My dad blinked at me, then laughed a bit as the words started. "This is Green Day?" he asked. "Yup," I said, smiling. "And your mother agreed to let you go to this concert?" he joked. I just smiled. Finally we arrived at Jake's house. I jumped out of the car to his front door. The sooner we left, the sooner we'd get there, and the closer I would be able to get to the stage and my beloved Tre. Jake was almost as excited as I was. Almost. He sat in the back seat and sang "One Of My Lies" with me as Dad drove and shook his head at us. He then proceeded to turn down the volume of the CD and tell us a story about the concert of some band I had never heard of that he went to when he was about 13. I wasn't really listening. "OH MY GOD!" I shouted excitedly as Dad dropped us off in front of the arena. "Be careful," he warned. "I will," I said. "What time should I come get you?" he asked, leaning out the window. "Um, I'll call you, okay?" I suggested, pulling my cell phone out of my pocket. "Okay," he said, sounding a little uneasy. But he waved and drove away. "This is so awesome," Jake said, staring at the arena. I pulled the tickets out of my pocket and handed his to him. We walked towards the building and ignored the scalpers who were begging us to buy their tickets. We got to security, where the woman almost had me remove my belt because of the studs, but finally let me in without confisgating anything. Jake and I rushed inside, had our tickets taken, and headed to the floor. It was already packed, but I was fairly small, so I knew getting to the front would be no big deal. "Oh my God!" he yelled excitedly. I would've said something, but word couldn't even describe how excited I was.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 25, 2005 13:34:28 GMT -5
PART 10 "How long have we been out here?" Jake asked. The concert had ended quite some time before, and we were all huddled outside to try and meet the guys. I looked at my wrist for a second before realizing I wasn't wearing my watch. I pulled at my cell phone and noticed I had three missed calls and two messages. I ignored them for a second to look at the clock. "A hour," I said. "Jeez," he whispered. "Meghan!" I spun around at the sound of my name. And there was my dad. What was he doing here? I told him I would call him. "Dad?" "Get over here," he snapped. What was wrong? I walked over to him. "What, Dad?" "I called your cell phone 3 times in the past hour. The concert ended at ten. Why didn't you call me?" he demanded. "I wanted to meet the band," I explained, pointing at the door at the end of the building. "You should've called me. Let's go," he said. "But Dad! I have to meet them. Please!" I put on my biggest puppy dog eyes. I seriously felt like I was going to cry if my dad didn't let me meet them. "If you had called me, then maybe. But you can't just run around like this. You never know what could happen!" he groaned. "Dad..." "Don't make me the bad guy, Meghan." "Please," I said. I was crying now. Not sobbing, but there were definitely waterworks. I stared at him. How could my dad be so mean? "Don't cry. It's just a band," he sighed. "It's not 'just a band', Dad. It's Green Day. Come on," I pleaded. "I'll do anything." "You get half an hour," he said. "If they aren't out here by then, you're leaving whether you've met them or not. Okay?" "Okay," I nodded, wiping away the tears. God, I'm such a baby. "I'll be in the car. I'll call you when the half hour is up. And you better answer this time," he said. "Okay," I smiled. He walked towards the parking lot and I returned to Jake. "What happened?" he asked. "And are you crying?" "I was," I said. "My dad got pissed that I didn't answer the phone when he called. And he says that if we don't meet Green Day in half an hour, we're leaving no matter what." "Damn," Jake sighed. "Hurry up, guys." We watched the door intently. It was about twenty minutes later that the door opened and Mike came out. People crowded him (myself included). I was one of the first people that got to him. I was so excited. He agreed to sign my Kerplunk CD (my favorite Green Day CD). "What's your name?" he asked. "Meg," I said. "Cool name," he told me as he signed the CD booklet. "Thanks," I said, biting my lip to keep from saying anything stupid. "I think you're, like, the best bassist ever." "Thanks," he laughed. Jake pushed past me once Mike had signed the CD and started talking to him. I examined the autograph. It read, "Hi Meg! Love, Mike." Short, sweet and to the point. Mike finally boarded the tour bus. I looked at the clock on my cell. Five minutes. Tre and Billie better hurry up. Billie suddenly stepped outside. A few girls around me started screaming and pushing me, trying to get past, but they only resulted in pushing me right into Billie. Oh my God. "Hi," he said as I regained my balance. "Hi," I said. "Could you, um, sign this?" I held out the CD. "Green Day, huh?" he asked, taking the CD from my hands. "Never heard of them." I laughed, and he opened the CD. "I take it your name is Meg. Either that or Mike seriously fucked up your name." "Yeah, it's Meg," I said. "So, Meg, you play an instrument?" "Bass," I told him. "Cool," he said, then handed me the CD. I looked at it. "To Meg. Keep rockin' out on that bass. Billie Joe" I smiled at him. "Thank you," I almost squeaked. Jake held out his T-shirt to Billie and got it signed, just as my cell phone rang. "Hello?" I yelled over the crowd. "Half hour is up," Dad said. "But I haven't met Tre yet! Five more minutes. Please." "No. I gave you half an hour. Now come out to the parking lot. I'll be waiting by the car." "We have to go," I informed Jake as I hung up. "What? But we didn't meet Tre!" "I know," I said. "This sucks," he mumbled. "At least we met Billie and Mike," I said, although this didn't really console me. We walked towards the parking lot and I saw my dad, signalling for us to hurry up. I sighed. Just as we reached the parking lot, I heard screams from the door. Tre had just left the building. And I missed it.
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