Billie's POV
Saturday Night"Can we go now?" Bandit whined.
"Five more minutes," I sighed. Trying to finish re-stringing my guitar.
"You said that ten minutes ago!" She yelled.
"Well I'm kind of having technical difficulties over here," I looked back at her.
"You're the one that won't except help," she shook her head.
"I think I'll except that help now," I gave her a smile.
"Finally, only took forever!" She got up next to me. We each continued putting the strings in the correct spots.
"This is so much easier with someone else," I said.
"Would've been done by now if you weren't such a loser," she cut the excess string off.
"I know, I know," I sighed. "At least I didn't cost you that pack of cigarettes the other day."
"You're lucky you won," she laughed.
"You're lucky you still have your cigarettes, well we all are, a Bandit without cigarettes is not a happy Bandit," I pointed out.
"Very true," she nodded. "And... done," she smiled.
"Thank you," I nodded and put the guitar in the case.
"Now lets go!" She jumped.
"Right behind ya," I followed her to the car. She got in the passenger seat, I put Blue in the back then I began driving.
"Got a good set planned?" She asked.
"Always," I answered confidently.
"You better wow me," she laughed.
"Again, I always do," I smiled at her.
"Don't get too cocky," she shook her head.
"Sorry," I laughed.
Bandit's POV
A few hours laterI stood in the front row of the crowd. Everyone was slam dancing and crowd surfing. I made a dangerous choice by coming up here, but it was fun. I was happy to see Green Day playing up close.
"This is our last song for tonight everyone," Billie said into the mic. "This one's for you Bandit," he looked down at me and everyone started cheering. I know what song it's going to be! The first chord came through the amps, I was right! "Here we go again..." Billie started sings Going To Pasalaqua.
I started jumping with the crowd to Tré's drumming and singing along with Billie. "Well I toss and turn all night thinking of your ways of affection!" A few other people were singing along too. Billie looked down at me and we made eye contact. We smiled at each other then he continued looking out into the rest of the crowd.
They finished the song. Everyone started screaming. Mike and Billie walked off stage and Tré did some weird skips off the stage. I turned to see if I could escape my spot. It was so crowded it was almost hard to breathe.
I had to push my way through people. It was very difficult. "Excuse me, pardon me, coming through," I mumbled as I pushed passed people. I slithered out of the last few peopled and saw Mike putting his bass in the case.
I ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulders, "hey!"
"You scared the shit out of me," he breathed.
"Sorry," I laughed.
"Bandita!" Tré hugged me.
"Hey Chipmunk," I hugged him back trying to ignore the sweat. Everyone was sweaty. I was cramped up against jumping people and they were probably getting a workout from playing. "Great job," I told Mike and Tré.
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Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)
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