The Mechanic and the Drummer
6
*Late September. Night of the MuchMusic awards*
*Tré’s pov*
“So what we up for tonight?” I asked as I fixed my tux.
“Oh, ahm, best single, or album, or something like that, I don’t know.” Billie Joe answered as he fixed his hair. Tonight is the night that I take Toni out into the limelight for the first time, and I hope she likes it.
“Guy’s, we’re gonna go in back for a while.” I smiled as Toni walked in, looking amazing, with Brit and Adie, she smiled and twirled,
“Will I do?” she giggled,
“Well, it’ll look better on the bedroom floor tonight, but yeah, it looks, you look amazing.” I said, as I led her into the back room, with a few beers.
*twenty minutes later*
“Guy’s, come on, we’re leaving.” Laughed Mike as he shook me and Toni awake and left the room.
“Hey babe, could you let go of my hand, I need to fix my hair.” I smiled at her, she looked at me,
“Well, you’re the one holding onto my hand.” She smirked, I tried to pull my hand away, but couldn’t. We stood up, and helped each other, fix hair, strap sandals, and the like, and walked out to the guys.
“Alright, which one of you guys did it?” I asked. They all looked at us with blank faces. I held up our entwined hands,
“Guy’s, all I ask, is one award show with no stupid pranks, please.” Adie said, looking at our entwined hands, and then at Billie Joe and Mike.
“Give them the solvent, so we can go.” She added.
“Don’t know what you mean babe,” Billie Joe said wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck, and Mike shrugged and smiled. Then they all got into the limo. I turned to Toni,
“Guess we’re stuck like this babe,” I smiled. She smiled back at me, kissed me and we got into the limo after them.
*later, at the awards*
“…and the winner is…Green Day.” Shouted a rather stoned looking Paris Hilton, but when doesn’t that slut look stoned. Billie Joe, Mike, and I stood up, kissed our girls, and began to walk up the aisle, with the camera on us. Toni pulled me back, I looked at her, confused, as Billie Joe and Mike stopped walking, and were almost doubled over laughing, oh yeah, the super glue.
“Well, come on then.” I smiled at her, she reluctantly stood up and walked up with us.
We accepted the award, and Billie gave a little speech, then Mike thanked all the guy’s that had worked on the album, then I stepped forward to the mic.
“Yeah I’d like to thank Adie, Brit, and my new girl, I love you babe.” I said waving into the camera,
“Na, I’m just kidding. Thanks to Billie Joe, Mike, and a tube of super glue earlier, Toni, my girlfriend, is now attached to my hand, and I’ve never had a sexier accessory.” I smiled and kissed her, as she blushed,
“Peace, love and rock and roll.” I shouted and we went backstage.
*backstage – Toni’s pov*
“Like oh my god, you guy’s are like sooo hot.” Paris Hilton said to Billie as we walked through the door. He turned to her,
“I know, like how hot are we.” He laughed loudly, mocking her,
“Yeah Paris, like, you know.” Tré laughed. Paris’s face fell, she actually looked like she could cry, but hey, she did say those bitchy things about me, and Adie, in the papers.
The guys put the award down on the table and we made our way back to the seats. Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me back, obviously pulling Tré back too.
“So, does Mrs. Cool know about your girlfriend Tré?” a reporter asked as he thrust a mic in his face,
“No, my wife doesn’t know about my girlfriend.” Tré said in a mocking voice,
“Why should she? I’m allowed a bit on the side.” He added,
“Is this the end of your marriage to Claudia then?” the reporter asked. Tré nodded, “No, why should it be? I’m allowed a life.” He answered.
The reporter turned to me, “Do you feel like you’re betraying Tré’s wife, by seeing him behind his back?” he asked me, I shook my head,
“God no, I’ve met Claudia, and she’s a lovely woman. We have a lot in common, I mean besides sleeping with Tré, and we get on well together.” I smiled, now that the reporter was well and truly confused, we walked on back out to our seats, so that we could watch the rest of the show.
*Tré’s pov*
I leant over to Billie and Mike, “Guy’s, aren’t we supposed to be performing in a while?” I asked, Billie nodded,
“Yeah, we’re doing Minority. They phoned earlier and said we weren’t allowed to do JOS cause it’s too long or something.” I nodded and smiled, he still didn’t see the problem,
“Billie, what instrument do I play?” I asked in a childish voice,
“Drums, you know that man, best fucking drummer I know.” He smiled, I nodded again, god he’s slow tonight,
“Billie, I’m just gonna say this,” I paused, “how the fuck am I supposed to play with only one hand? The super glue still ain’t worn off.” I added. He smiled, but then his face fell as he turned and started whispering with Mike.
*Tré’s pov*
“So what we up for tonight?” I asked as I fixed my tux.
“Oh, ahm, best single, or album, or something like that, I don’t know.” Billie Joe answered as he fixed his hair. Tonight is the night that I take Toni out into the limelight for the first time, and I hope she likes it.
“Guy’s, we’re gonna go in back for a while.” I smiled as Toni walked in, looking amazing, with Brit and Adie, she smiled and twirled,
“Will I do?” she giggled,
“Well, it’ll look better on the bedroom floor tonight, but yeah, it looks, you look amazing.” I said, as I led her into the back room, with a few beers.
*twenty minutes later*
“Guy’s, come on, we’re leaving.” Laughed Mike as he shook me and Toni awake and left the room.
“Hey babe, could you let go of my hand, I need to fix my hair.” I smiled at her, she looked at me,
“Well, you’re the one holding onto my hand.” She smirked, I tried to pull my hand away, but couldn’t. We stood up, and helped each other, fix hair, strap sandals, and the like, and walked out to the guys.
“Alright, which one of you guys did it?” I asked. They all looked at us with blank faces. I held up our entwined hands,
“Guy’s, all I ask, is one award show with no stupid pranks, please.” Adie said, looking at our entwined hands, and then at Billie Joe and Mike.
“Give them the solvent, so we can go.” She added.
“Don’t know what you mean babe,” Billie Joe said wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck, and Mike shrugged and smiled. Then they all got into the limo. I turned to Toni,
“Guess we’re stuck like this babe,” I smiled. She smiled back at me, kissed me and we got into the limo after them.
*later, at the awards*
“…and the winner is…Green Day.” Shouted a rather stoned looking Paris Hilton, but when doesn’t that slut look stoned. Billie Joe, Mike, and I stood up, kissed our girls, and began to walk up the aisle, with the camera on us. Toni pulled me back, I looked at her, confused, as Billie Joe and Mike stopped walking, and were almost doubled over laughing, oh yeah, the super glue.
“Well, come on then.” I smiled at her, she reluctantly stood up and walked up with us.
We accepted the award, and Billie gave a little speech, then Mike thanked all the guy’s that had worked on the album, then I stepped forward to the mic.
“Yeah I’d like to thank Adie, Brit, and my new girl, I love you babe.” I said waving into the camera,
“Na, I’m just kidding. Thanks to Billie Joe, Mike, and a tube of super glue earlier, Toni, my girlfriend, is now attached to my hand, and I’ve never had a sexier accessory.” I smiled and kissed her, as she blushed,
“Peace, love and rock and roll.” I shouted and we went backstage.
*backstage – Toni’s pov*
“Like oh my god, you guy’s are like sooo hot.” Paris Hilton said to Billie as we walked through the door. He turned to her,
“I know, like how hot are we.” He laughed loudly, mocking her,
“Yeah Paris, like, you know.” Tré laughed. Paris’s face fell, she actually looked like she could cry, but hey, she did say those bitchy things about me, and Adie, in the papers.
The guys put the award down on the table and we made our way back to the seats. Someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me back, obviously pulling Tré back too.
“So, does Mrs. Cool know about your girlfriend Tré?” a reporter asked as he thrust a mic in his face,
“No, my wife doesn’t know about my girlfriend.” Tré said in a mocking voice,
“Why should she? I’m allowed a bit on the side.” He added,
“Is this the end of your marriage to Claudia then?” the reporter asked. Tré nodded, “No, why should it be? I’m allowed a life.” He answered.
The reporter turned to me, “Do you feel like you’re betraying Tré’s wife, by seeing him behind his back?” he asked me, I shook my head,
“God no, I’ve met Claudia, and she’s a lovely woman. We have a lot in common, I mean besides sleeping with Tré, and we get on well together.” I smiled, now that the reporter was well and truly confused, we walked on back out to our seats, so that we could watch the rest of the show.
*Tré’s pov*
I leant over to Billie and Mike, “Guy’s, aren’t we supposed to be performing in a while?” I asked, Billie nodded,
“Yeah, we’re doing Minority. They phoned earlier and said we weren’t allowed to do JOS cause it’s too long or something.” I nodded and smiled, he still didn’t see the problem,
“Billie, what instrument do I play?” I asked in a childish voice,
“Drums, you know that man, best fucking drummer I know.” He smiled, I nodded again, god he’s slow tonight,
“Billie, I’m just gonna say this,” I paused, “how the fuck am I supposed to play with only one hand? The super glue still ain’t worn off.” I added. He smiled, but then his face fell as he turned and started whispering with Mike.