Backstage Pass
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,445
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Half Hour Till the Show
"So."
"So..."
"It's the last night of the tour."
"Yeah and it's a half hour till the show. Shouldn't you be ignoring me to have your 'you time'"
"Oh Lesley, you're a damn fool."
"How is that?"
Then his eyes finally met mine. They burned me. I spun my head around to avoid letting him see emotion. He always got to me. He always got to the me no one else ever could. The me I hid deep within. The me even I didn't want to know.
A hand stroked my cheek gently, letting me know that some part of Billie loved me. I knew the punk god didn't love me. I knew the man in all those pictures didn't love me. It was the man with no makeup, no guitar, just a skateboard and himself who loved me.
His fingers traced the outline of my lips then I felt a warm breath on them. I shook not knowing what to say. All these thoughts flowed through my mind so easily yet none of them could find their way to the very lips Billie Joe was teasing. I wasn't even sure if he was teasing me or just unsure of what to do himself.
"You don't see how beautiful you are." He whispered to me gently, nearly touching my lips. Billie's hand unsteadily pressed onto the small of my back. He pushed me into his body. The only thing between us now was our clothes and the little beads of sweat falling down my body in the heat of the moment.
"What?" My voice cracked. I was showing my weakness..him.
"You don't see how beautiful you are. You let people walk all over you." His fingers tickled my back and gradually made their way lower and lower but they came to a halt quickly.
"You stayed with me even after I wouldn't answer what would happen after this tour. You kept every promise. You love me unconditionally. Yet all I've shown to you for a long time.." His hips grinded into mine. "..is lust,not love."
I unintentionally released a soft moan. I could tell without looking he was smirking.
"I love you. I love you. Don't you ever fucking question that!" He had never sounded that passionate, that honest before.
I felt him moving closer to me and I pulled away. I pushed myself to look at him. He had a melancholy look in his eyes. I starred at those eyes that I adored. I placed my hands on his cheeks and peered into his eyes. He looked unnerved an unsure. I wiped off the eyeliner that changed him from Billie Joe to "Billie-fucking-Joe Armstrong". The mask was removed and now was revealed the man I loved who actually loved me back.
"Billie, we need you out here! The shows in like five minutes!" Mike said while laughing as if he assumed by the closeness of Billie's and my body that we were participating in a much different activity than we were. Then Mike left us alone as quickly as he came.
Billie's real eyes met mine. "I love you too." I whispered "Don't ever fucking question that."
He backed away slowly with that smirk on his face and then ran onto stage with no makeup. I followed and listened in on the concert just like every other time but this time was different.
"HELLO! How are you all tonight? Now the man behind me on the drums is Tre Cool! And over here is the big boy on bass, Mike Dirnt! Who am I?...Oh, I'm just Billie Joe...."
I smiled.
"So..."
"It's the last night of the tour."
"Yeah and it's a half hour till the show. Shouldn't you be ignoring me to have your 'you time'"
"Oh Lesley, you're a damn fool."
"How is that?"
Then his eyes finally met mine. They burned me. I spun my head around to avoid letting him see emotion. He always got to me. He always got to the me no one else ever could. The me I hid deep within. The me even I didn't want to know.
A hand stroked my cheek gently, letting me know that some part of Billie loved me. I knew the punk god didn't love me. I knew the man in all those pictures didn't love me. It was the man with no makeup, no guitar, just a skateboard and himself who loved me.
His fingers traced the outline of my lips then I felt a warm breath on them. I shook not knowing what to say. All these thoughts flowed through my mind so easily yet none of them could find their way to the very lips Billie Joe was teasing. I wasn't even sure if he was teasing me or just unsure of what to do himself.
"You don't see how beautiful you are." He whispered to me gently, nearly touching my lips. Billie's hand unsteadily pressed onto the small of my back. He pushed me into his body. The only thing between us now was our clothes and the little beads of sweat falling down my body in the heat of the moment.
"What?" My voice cracked. I was showing my weakness..him.
"You don't see how beautiful you are. You let people walk all over you." His fingers tickled my back and gradually made their way lower and lower but they came to a halt quickly.
"You stayed with me even after I wouldn't answer what would happen after this tour. You kept every promise. You love me unconditionally. Yet all I've shown to you for a long time.." His hips grinded into mine. "..is lust,not love."
I unintentionally released a soft moan. I could tell without looking he was smirking.
"I love you. I love you. Don't you ever fucking question that!" He had never sounded that passionate, that honest before.
I felt him moving closer to me and I pulled away. I pushed myself to look at him. He had a melancholy look in his eyes. I starred at those eyes that I adored. I placed my hands on his cheeks and peered into his eyes. He looked unnerved an unsure. I wiped off the eyeliner that changed him from Billie Joe to "Billie-fucking-Joe Armstrong". The mask was removed and now was revealed the man I loved who actually loved me back.
"Billie, we need you out here! The shows in like five minutes!" Mike said while laughing as if he assumed by the closeness of Billie's and my body that we were participating in a much different activity than we were. Then Mike left us alone as quickly as he came.
Billie's real eyes met mine. "I love you too." I whispered "Don't ever fucking question that."
He backed away slowly with that smirk on his face and then ran onto stage with no makeup. I followed and listened in on the concert just like every other time but this time was different.
"HELLO! How are you all tonight? Now the man behind me on the drums is Tre Cool! And over here is the big boy on bass, Mike Dirnt! Who am I?...Oh, I'm just Billie Joe...."
I smiled.