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Out for Blood: A Billie Joe Story
Sing
I walk down the stairs and sit in a chair as quietly as I can. They don't notice me.
"Do you wanna practice 'Peacemaker' or 'Little Girl'," my father asks, looking at Mike and Tre.
"I think 'Peacemaker'," Tre says, looking over at me. "Hey, Ellie, when did you come down here?" My father instantly looks at me.
"A few seconds ago," I answer, avoiding my father's eyes.
"Wanna sing a song with us," Mike asks, smiling. I feel my father glaring at me.
"Mike, we have to practice," my father urges.
"One song won't hurt," Tre says. "Come on, Ellie; you know you are a great singer." I smile.
"I guess you're right, Tre," my father says, smiling also. He looked over at me. "Sing for me, Ellie." He starts the guitar into "Viva La Gloria (Little Girl)". He watches me as I open my mouth to start singing.
"Little girl, little girl, why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying," I sing. We finish the song and my father smiles at me. I stay with them all through practice.
Okay, let's get something straight. I hate my father as a person. I wish he were dead. But as a singer and guitarist, I love him to death. It's hard to describe.
Sometimes I listen to 21st Century Breakdown to go to sleep because of how soothing my father's voice is. Listening to him sing gives me proof that he can be a really nice guy under everything he is to me.
Practice ends and we all go upstairs. Tre and Mike leave, so I go up to my room. I pick up Twilight and continue reading it from where I left off. Five minutes later, I hear footsteps coming in the room. My father sits down on the edge of my bed and takes the book out of my hands. He tags the page and sets it on my nightstand.
"Do you wanna practice 'Peacemaker' or 'Little Girl'," my father asks, looking at Mike and Tre.
"I think 'Peacemaker'," Tre says, looking over at me. "Hey, Ellie, when did you come down here?" My father instantly looks at me.
"A few seconds ago," I answer, avoiding my father's eyes.
"Wanna sing a song with us," Mike asks, smiling. I feel my father glaring at me.
"Mike, we have to practice," my father urges.
"One song won't hurt," Tre says. "Come on, Ellie; you know you are a great singer." I smile.
"I guess you're right, Tre," my father says, smiling also. He looked over at me. "Sing for me, Ellie." He starts the guitar into "Viva La Gloria (Little Girl)". He watches me as I open my mouth to start singing.
"Little girl, little girl, why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying," I sing. We finish the song and my father smiles at me. I stay with them all through practice.
Okay, let's get something straight. I hate my father as a person. I wish he were dead. But as a singer and guitarist, I love him to death. It's hard to describe.
Sometimes I listen to 21st Century Breakdown to go to sleep because of how soothing my father's voice is. Listening to him sing gives me proof that he can be a really nice guy under everything he is to me.
Practice ends and we all go upstairs. Tre and Mike leave, so I go up to my room. I pick up Twilight and continue reading it from where I left off. Five minutes later, I hear footsteps coming in the room. My father sits down on the edge of my bed and takes the book out of my hands. He tags the page and sets it on my nightstand.
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