Rockin' Roll Boyfriend

I'm twenty years old, and in a band called Chain Letter which we've been playing together almost three years, still starting in a way. It's hard to believe we got a show in New York, New York at a club on East 137th street. There were four of us in the band, Anna our bassist and singer, Jack our rhythm guitarist, Kim our drummer, and me on guitar.

After that show at East 137th, we went back to a Holiday Inn we were staying at, and had party in a sort of party room in the hotel. It was just the band and about five or six friends - we were all just hanging out, playing music like My Chemical Romance or Fall Out Boy and eating pizza, things of that sort.

"Hey, Jennie, go get some more ice for our room... We're all out!" said Jack, laying on a red sofa, not really doing much.

I slapped him, and yelled, "Why don't you?! I don't see you doing anything important!" he then grabbed my arm and twisted it almost all the way around, "OW! Fine, I'll get it!"

As I went out of our fairly large party suite, I walked all the way down the hall to the ice machine. I filled a barrel with it, and then started walking back. I then tripped over one of the cleaners brooms laying astride in the hall, and I accidentally dumped some of the ice over some man in front of me.

"Hey!" the man said, "Watch where you're going sometime!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, picking the ice up that landed on the floor, and the man came down to help me.

"Let me help, ok," and I immediately recognized who this man was.

"Oh my God," I gasped, "You're Tre Cool! Damn, I love Green Day! Sorry about bumping into you."

"No problem!" he smiled, and picked the last of the ice and put it into the barrel, "I do that all the time!"

As I dumped that dirty ice into a nearby garbage can, I asked him, "Why is Green Day here? I didn't know they were still on tour!"

"We're not!" he said, "We just have a small show coming up tomorrow. Why are you here?"

"My band had a show today," I said as he walked me back down the hall to my room.

"You guys any good?" he asked, curious.

"Well, Chain Letter's sort of new," I said, looking at him, "We've been playing for three years around and only have one album, no major label or anything. There are four of us, and I play guitar."

He nodded and said, "Ok. That's all I need to know," he stopped me suddenly, and said, "You guys are going to do an opening act for us tomorrow!"

I was confused, "WHAT?!"

"You heard me," he said, as we stood right outside my bands door.

"Uh ... I don't think Chain Letter is USED to the sort of crowds Green Day gets!" I said to him, sort of scared.

"That's ok, though," he said, "It's only going to be a small show, and you can call us if you guys change your mind. Here -" he gave me a paper that said when and where the concert was, and then wrote their room number on that paper, "- that's our room number. We'd love to have you guys do an opening act. Seriously, we don't have one, and could use one. There's a party afterwards if you'd like - PLEASE SAY YES!"

This made me feel better and I said, "Ok, I'll talk to the band about it. Bye, see you tomorrow I hope."

"Ok, bye!" he said, and started to head the direction we came from, but then turned around and asked, "What's your name again?!"

"I didn't say!" I called to him, about half way down the hall from me, "My name's Jennie though and the band is Chain Letter!"

"Oh, bye Jennie!" he said, and was gone.

I wondered how my band would react when I told them we'd be doing a show with Green Day. I came in and Jack ran up to me with an angry look on his face.

"You took a while!" he said, then saw I didn't have ice, "and you didn't even get ice! That's mean!"

I sighed, "Yes, but I have a good explanation. You guys may be shocked to hear this, but Green Day's offered us - well, Tre Cool offered us an opening act at some show they're having tomorrow." I pulled out the paper, and everyone was silent, in shock at what I was saying.