The Armstrong Syndrome

Jamming Time

I finished my breakfast Billie made, and he finished too, and he started reading a newspaper. I moved close to him and read with him.

"Yikes." Billie said. I saw his eyes look down on a picture that had two cars totaled. "Fucking accident last night, two drunk drivers hit each other." he laughed.

"Two drunk drivers?" I said, "Good thing for them, don't drink and drive." I chuckled.

"WAZZUP!" A voice yelled from the door, then we saw Tré walk in and Mike behind him.

"Sssh, be quiet, Adrienne and Joey, Jakob and Lily are still asleep." Billie demanded.

"Okay, then why you guys reading newspapers when you're not asleep this time?" Tré said in a funny voice.

"We we're up since 5, I woke up first, then Jimmy woke up next." Billie replied.

"Well, we're not here for nothing, let's jam!" Tré screamed.

"Fucking quiet!" Billie demanded once more. I followed Billie into the studio room.

"Hey, why's little champ in here?" Tré pointed to me.

"Hey! Don't call me little champ Tré-hundred drummer!" I said.

"Sorry," Tré joked, "Hey, get your guitar little champ.

"Oh sure." I said, then ran to my room to get my guitar, it's name is Angel Blue. Yes, I named it after a Green Day song. (I really have that guitar.) I ran back to the studio room where I saw Billie and Mike gone but Tré sitting doing a drum solo.

"Tré! Where did Billie and Mike go?" I said, but he didn't hear me. "Tré! Tré! Tré! Tré!" I yelled multiple times, but he didn't listen. Then I had an idea, I plugged Angel Blue in the speakers and strummed a high note.

"SCREEECHHHH!!!"

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK!" Tré screamed, then fell off his chair. Then he saw me, with my arms crossed, I was grinning at him. "What did you do that for!"

"You can't hear me because of your solo." I said. "So I did a little something..."

"Well, you could've just throw something!" Tré argued back.

"Something hard--" I was cut off by Tré.

"NO! SOFT! WHY DA HELL WOULD I WANT SOMETHING HARD?" Tré exclaimed, "But nice prank." he joked.

I replied in laughter. "T-thanks..." I said, still giggling.

"What do you want then?" Tré asked me.

"Oh, where's Billie and Mike?" I asked.

"Those bastards?" Tré said, "I killed 'em."

"YOU WHAT!?" I yelled.

"Relax, just kidding," Tré chuckled, "They just bought snacks for me, you and the both of em, including drinks though."

"Drinks?" I suspicously said. "But it's too early for--"

"Softdrinks." Tré cut me off again.

"Oh, I thought beer and shit." I said.

"Wanna play something?" Tré asked me.

"Like, right now?" I was nervous, I would play to a bunch of strangers, including Billie aka my dad, but Tré Cool? Hell naw, I wouldn't agree!

"Yeah! Do you know Hearts Collide?" Tré asked me about that song, of course I knew every song of Green Day!

"Well duh, I was a 100% Green Day fan before Billie became my dad." I told him.

"Haha, just checking you we're a great fan of us." Tré winked at me. "Go get yarr guitar my maytee!" he said in a pirate accent.