Boulevard Of Broken Dreams {Billie Joe Armstrong}

29/10/1994

Billie

I drive down the familiar road to the recording studio but I notice two girls. One was about 6 and the other 14. I noticed the 14 year old had tear stains on her cheeks and was shaking slightly. It looked like she had just had a panic attack.
I pull over and here her singing. Her voice was a little shaky but she was amazing. The little 6 year old smiled and danced and I smiled a bit.
When she finished, the 6 year old ran over and hugged her, happily. The older girl was on the verge of tears. I could tell something had happened that she needed money so I got out and put a $20 note in her guitar case.
The older girl looked up at me and thanked me. I decided to stay and listen. "Go on! Play another song! You're amazing!" I said, smiling.
The people watching cheered and she played Words I Might Have Ate. That took me by surprise. When she finished, I clapped and smiled. She sang it better than me!
After that, I sit down in front of her. She smiled at me, the little one waved and I wave back and after a few more songs, the people left but there was at least 150 bucks in her case.
I still sat and then, when no one was around, I ask something that I had to know. "Are you Ok?" I asked the older girl. She nodded but I didn't believe her. "What happened before I got here?" I asked and the little girl piped up.
"A bad man got naked wif her like I dunno 4 months ago!" She spoke, chirpily not understanding what actually happened. My mind went straight to one of the worst outcomes to it.
The older girl looked down. I gently and slowly take the guitar away and sadly my thoughts of why she was crying was right. The poor girl was pregnant.
I looked at her. "Alright. Come on. Let's go to the hospital." I said, helping the older one up. I pack her guitar up and throw another 100 bucks in her case.
I put everything they owned in the trunk of the car and then I got in.
I looked at the older girl. "Hun, I need to know your name and your age." I asked, not knowing her name or really her age. I was just guessing 14.
"I-I-I'm L-Lark.." She said. "A-And I'm 14." I cringed and looked the other way. Poor girl. I look at her stomach.
I start up the car and start driving to the hospital. "Did you guys eat today?" I asked, changing the subject. "I have!" The little girl chirped. "Wow! What's your name? I didn't forget to ask." I smile, trying to keep that innocent smile on her face.
"Ally!" She giggled. "But Lark gave me her food." She said. "And she didn't eat and she said that she would be ok but she's been doing that for a long time." She said.
I looked at Lark. She didn't look up at me. She looked at her lap and nothing else. "Lark, you need to eat sweetheart." I said.
She looked up at me as if she was begging me for food. Her eyes begged as her mouth stayed shut.

I have to help these girls.