Title: I can make you perfect....
Band/Artist: Billy Joe(greenday)/ Billy (good Charlotte)
Pairing:Billy Joe/ Billy Martan
Summary: He's the best at what he does. He's got a lot to hide behind his sparkling eyes and mischievous grin and hes got his eye on a skinny little punk kid just making it big. Billy Joe can teach Billy the ropes... or he could find a better use for them...
I don't want to be here. I mean, I know I have to, but I feel so out of place. I feel out of place everywhere I go, but right now, I feel more out of place then ever. I feel like such a... poser. All these people here, real musicans, real punks... people that really belong here. I'm just some dumb punk kid from DC. I'm not even really that important to the band. I mean, I am, I play guitair. But everyone knows that when we make it big...well, if we make it big, it'll be the twins who will get all the attention. The record producers even warned us. I was clinging to Benji earlier but he got sick of me fast and ditched me so he could go kiss ass to Rancid and Goldfinger. I feel so fucking out of place here. I feel so antzy and I want to go into the bathroom and cut myself a little to relieve the stress, like I used to as a kid. I've learned since then, its better to take out my frustration on my music, but I couldn't play music right now and I don't think I've been this nervous in a long, long time.
I wrap my arms around my skinny form and pretend that I'm not interested, but that makes me feels self concious for some reason. Who am I kidding? No one is even paying attention to me, nor should they. I'm not important. Not at all. God I gotta get outta here! I quickly make my way inside, careful as to not get caught by my producers. Everytime they see me, they make me meet somebody, somebody bigger and more important to me and I don't feel like a co-worker, or even a peer. I feel more like a screaming fan, as if these egomaniacs don't have enough. Moving quickly, I dart through the halls to the bathroom, only to find it locked. I glance up the stairs. I just need a place to be alone for a minute... I'm sure no one would mind. I creep up the stairs and take a right where, at the end of the hallway, is another bathroom. I move quickly down the hall into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Its a bigger bathroom then downstairs and you have to turn a corner before you can even come to the hige sinks and giant mirror.
I glance at myself in the mirror for a moment, running cold water and splashing it on my face. I'm such a little kid. What am I doing here? I don't belong here. Was it shock? Could I just no believe that I had finally made it? That all of us have? I bow my head, telling myself that when I raise my eyes to mirror again, I won't see the familor reflection of a little boy, but of a true musican. A man. I will feel confident and sure. With a deep, dramatic breath, I slowly raise my head and see my reflection. same ol Billy Martin... but theres another reflection there. A real Musican. A man. But its not me... With a gasp I spin around and see Billy Joe Armstrong, a personal idol, leaning against the door with dark eyes and a scandalous grin. I open my mouth to say... well, anything. This is my idol. Billy Joe and his band are... my heart sinks as I realize he's locking the door softly. I watch him with a wild fear in my eyes...whats going on?!? He approuches in small steps with the same knowing grin, lighting a ciggerett as he comes. I don't know whats happening but I know that its not good and my heart is in my throat. "We need to have a talk..." He snarls, flicking the match to the linion floor...