{Billie Joe Armstrong} - Sex And Drugs And Rock'n'Roll

Chapter 14: Mike's Boombox

A/N: If something is in Italics, like this, it's either song lyrics, a song title, what the main character is thinking, or a flashback.

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"We've still got ten minutes until we're on." Tre said. We all sat together backstage in black folding chairs.

"I brought a boombox." Mike told us.

"Wait, you brought a boombox!?" I asked. Mike nodded. "Sweet. Did you bring any songs?".

"Yeah, hang on.". He popped out a disc from the boombox. "It's The Clash, White Man." he said.

"Oh, I fucking love that song!" I replied.

"Alright, let's listen to it.".

One, two
One, two, three, four!

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica

***
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the palais
Just loo- lookin' for fun
Only lookin' for fun

Oh, please mister
Just leave me alone
I'm only
Lookin' for fun
Lookin' for fun
F, U, N

Tears brimmed my eyes as the song ended.

"You okay, Liz?" Tre asked me.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding. "I just really love that song. It means a lot to me.".

"I know. It's great, isn't it?" Billie agreed.

"Yeah.". I wiped the tears from my eyes. I still remembered the first time I'd ever heard that song, and the way The Clash had kept me from taking my life when I was 14.

"Alright, well, we better get ready to go on stage.". I followed Billie to where our instruments were and picked up my guitar.

"Hey, which song are we doing first?" I asked Billie. His face was a pale blue in the light behind the stage.

"Give Me Novocaine." he replied.Then Mike started playing the bassline to it.

"Show off." I said to him jokingly.

"Oh, shut up." he laughed.

The Blitzkrieg Bop started playing and I saw the drunk bunny running around, revving everybody up.

Once that was over, we came up onto the stage. Billie stood in front of the microphone and waved, and the audience cheered.

"Alright!" he yelled. "It's great to be touring again.".

***

I looked over at Billie. It was the last song of the night, King For a Day, he didn't have his guitar anymore, and he was humping the stage.

I looked at Mike, he just shrugged and kept playing the bassline.

Billie got up and stood in front of the microphone. He signaled for me and Mike to stop playing.

"Thank you London!!" he shouted, and the audience cheered. We walked off the stage.

"We put on a good show tonight." Mike said.

"Yeah? Well, let me tell you, that was the last time I ever fuck the stage. I'm getting too old for shit like that." Billie replied.

"I didn't expect you to do that. None of us did." Mike told him.