penceyprep Blog and Journals

The next chapter gonna be the last one....hope I'll finish it before the summer vacation will end

That day passed like so fast! I woke up at seven, took a shower and went straight to John's house. He, Will and Allie were already awake and they all had good mood, just like me. We ate breakfast together and then went to my house for the practice. Everybody was in good mood. We even arrived to the train station in the time, but this only because the train was late. Lucky us. Playing in front of the other guys who owned that place wasn't as stress out as playing in front of Brian was, it was a lot of fun. After lunch (it turned out that Brian don't really know how to cook, good that he has friends for it) we went to do the sound check. We all kind of freaked out when we stood on the stage, the area of the crowd was huge!  Tim and John tried to act like they aren't excited at all. Well, that explained why they were playing in a band and not acting in a theater. After that summer, with all the unstoppable trying to kill me, Tim convinced that he shouldn't kill me so he did not pushed me from the stage and I got backstage still alive. I wanted to die when I got to there- it all smelled like urine. Well, the corridor smelled like it, our room was okay. Chris, Jay and Michael were waiting for us in the room. They all were pretty happy, especially Jay that told us that he already saw the guys from Green Day and sent Michael to get signatures for him. When they left I played on my guitar just to make sure I'm really ready. I got tired of it fast so I put my guitar back in the case and went to ask signatures. Allie told us not to do it because then we'll look very small next to them but I didn't care. We really were (and we're still) much smaller than them and we'll never be good as them. When I almost knocked on the door one of Brian's friends passes next to me and said "I wouldn't try to get signatures from these guy…bunch of crazy freaks"

I didn't really think that they are like that but I didn't want to check it out. I came back to the room and crashed straight on the couch, without the signatures. Sitting in the room and hearing the crowd screaming (I don't know why, it's not like the performance started) made me crazy. I started to go all around the room. I only stopped when Allie came into the room and told us that we have a minute to get ready. I went to change (my clothes were so dirty!). When I came out of it Allie was the only one in the room and she was yelling at me to take my guitar and go to the stage. I took my guitar out of the case just a second before I meant got to the stage. I looked at it because I thought it'll calm me down. It didn't. One of the strings was ripped.

"That's not time for praying, go on the stage already!" Allie shouted behind me.

"I can't!" I shouted back and showed her my guitar.

"Shit! Couldn't you find a better time for doing troubles?!"

"Don't blam-"

"Hey, what's happening there?"

Two guys appeared behind Allie, one of them tall and thin with oxygenated hair and the other one bit taller than me with radioactive green hair. It took me maybe a second to recognize them- Mike Dirnt and Tré Cool, bassist and drummer of Green Day.

Allie didn't recognize them. "He just ripped his string and he should go on the stage NOW" she answered.

"I have another string in my bag…" I mumbled.

"You don't have time to change a string now!" Allie screamed at me.

"Wait, I'll be right back with the solution" Tré told me and jumped to their room.

"We have no time for him" Allie told me. "Go and bring the string"

I would do it but I was kind of paralyzed.

Tré came back in a second holding a light blue Fender guitar. It took me less than a second to recognize it. Blue, Billie Joe Armstrong's beautiful guitar.

"Why are you staring? Go and play before Billie will notice that it's missing" Mike said, smiling.

"Before I notice that what is missing?" Billie Joe asked behind them.

"He ripped his string and he should be on the stage now so we suggested him to play on Blue"

"So why didn't you take it and got on the stage?"Billie Joe asked me.

They four stared at me.

"Break a leg!" Billie Joe said, brought me Blue and pushed me on to the stage.

For my very good luck (or maybe he did it just because he saw that I'm not coming) Brian was still talking to the crowd. The only thing I did before he finished talking to them was telling Shaun that I'll tell him what happen after the performance.

"I'm too tired for moving" I said and sat on the grass after Green Day's performance.

They all looked at me and smiled. That evening was great- we played well, Green Day's performance was (of course) great, I got to play on the most beautiful guitar ever and even got the signatures that I wanted so much.

"It's time to go back home" Chris said I helped me to get up again.

I walked few steps before I reminded what I forgot to do.

"Hey Jay, can you tell my parents that I'll come later?"

"What? Where are you going?" Chris asked me.

"I'm going to check what's up with Taylor, I'll take a later train, fine?"

"No" she said and hugged me tight.

"Stop with it already" I said and kissed her hair. "I'll see you all tomorrow, fine?"

"Fine" John said and smiled.

"Be there at one" Shaun told me.

"Okay, bye everybody" I told them and sneaked out of Chris' hug.

The walk to Taylor's house wasn't long, maybe ten minutes, but it was 1AM and I was tired so it seemed much longer. When I got to there I knocked on the door. I knocked on it for a minute until I was too tired and sat on the stairs. Five minutes later car parked next to the house. I thought it was only passing by so I didn't look. When I looked everything I could see is Taylor carrying a huge suitcase.

"Tinker Bell!" I said and got up.

She left the suitcase, ran to me and hugged me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked and smiled.

"We performed here tonight. Where have you been? I called you so many times!"

"We went to visit grandma in France!" she said and opened the door. "Come in"

"I'd love to, but I can't. I still need to come back"

"You can forget about it, you're barely standing. You're sleeping in my house tonight"

"Thanks Tinker Bell, you really saved my life" I said and came in. I crashed on the couch and fell asleep after maybe five seconds.

Oh, and just because it really REALLY bothers me, I got to write the Blue is not a real Fender, it's a fake one