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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 351px; width: 450px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]i'm not a shy, reserved petite guy, okay? i am petite, i'll give you that, but i'm everything but shy and reserved. that's probably the most mistaken thing about me. most people think that, because i'm such a small, petite guy, i'm shy, reserved, and just that sentimental kind of guy. i can get sentimental sometimes, yes, but doesn't everyone? i'm more of a guy who's obnoxious, and someone you just don't want to get angry. i won't hesitate to call out any haters i see in a crowd, or talk back to them on twitter, or whatever. actually, scratch that - i don't have a twitter; but the other guys do. a twitter and an instagram, actually. i might love to perform for the fans, but having my photo taken is something totally different. i don't know what it is, but it just makes me kind of uncomfortable, and i feel a little awkward. it's not that i'm a munchkin, either; i really don't know what it is. i just hate having my picture taken, even for a fan; though i do it anyway to make them happy.
oh, right - i'm in a band. and it f.ucking rocks - no pun intended; we're a rock band. pop rock, punk rock; whatever you want to call us. there's blue on the drums, marley shredding that bass guitar, mitchy killing it being an awesome rhythm guitarist, and billie joe - yours truly - singing and strumming the chords of an electric guitar. i might have had a few cups of coffee last night, and a few sugary treats. i'm not the most hyper or random of the group, though; that'd have to be blue. that's only his nickname, by the way. he hates being called by his real name, so he just tells everyone his name is blue. some people actually believe it's his real name, which is kind of amusing, if you think about it. actually, if you think about it, it's not as amusing; so just don't think about it too much. trust me, you'll at least chuckle, or giggle; whatever.
all four of us are pretty obnoxious, though, and it never gets old. some people call us rude dickheads, probably because we like to mess around with people a lot. it's only in good fun, though. we never mean any harm or anything. we like making people smile and laugh - or just annoy the f.uck out of 'em. and i guess we can all get a bit cocky sometimes, especially me, but it's either playful or accidental. because really, we're not like that. okay, so we might say we're the f.ucking best, and we have the best fans ever, but doesn't every band? our fans could kick anyone else's fans' butts any given day, i swear. they are the best fans out there, and nothing anyone says or does can change my mind about that. the fans of friday contradictions were the f.ucking best fans in the whole f.ucking universe - pardon my french. i have a wee bit of a potty mouth; totally not sorry.
okay, so to be totally honest here, i do have anxiety; and while we're being honest, it's kind of bad. like, it's gotten to the point where it's so bad, that i have to take medicine for it. i obviously couldn't hide the fact i had horrible anxiety from anyone; not even the fans, because of those goddamn interviews and little videos the band and crew made. but, hey, at least there's medicine for anxiety, right? it seems to be working really well, and i always take it - um, well, almost always. sometimes i forget to take it, and i kind of get all jumpy and antsy and sh.it. i think i actually freak out on the band and crew before; i probably slapped them a few times, maybe even punched someone. i'd freak out because i would be so f.ucking anxious i couldn't find my medicine, and it usually took like twenty minutes for someone to find the bottle. but everyone just laughs about it when we look back upon those horrific days. it really was amusing, actually. i think one of the crew members actually got a little bit of on of my little 'freak outs' on video. hilarious, really.
did i mention we were sharing a bus with a just-signed band? it was their first tour, anyway. once we found out we were, and got their name, we looked 'em up and listened to a few of their songs. i don't know about the others, but i thought they were absolutely amazing, to be completely honest. and despite the fact we didn't really know each other, they seemed pretty cool to me. we shared some phone calls and stuff, but we still didn't really know each other. though i could say from just those phone calls and messages, their front man seemed like such a sweet guy. i mean, they all seemed really cool and stuff, but the other singer just seemed so... i don't even know how to word it. the fame hadn't gotten in his head, and from what i could tell, none of his band mates' either. i mean, the fame hadn't gotten to my head, or my band mates' - it was like we were all not-blood-related family; the fans and us, and the crew.
oh, right - i'm bisexual. well, pansexual, i guess; i go for personality more so than gender. i don't really care what gender you are; you could be female, male, genderquer, transgender, ect. i don't really care, as long as you're not a total f.ucking b.itch, like some of my exes were. they all ended the relationship because i wasn't 'popular' or 'good enough'. ha, well look where i am now, biatches! bet they never thought they'd see me on a stage with a roaring crown chanting the band's name, shouting the words back at us. karma is such a b.itch, but sometimes you gotta love that.
i squealed - one of the most embarrassing noises that you can get out of me - when i felt someone poking at my sides. i wriggled around, scooting farther away until my body hit the wall in front of me, my back facing the open curtains of the bunk. we had gotten to the bus like an hour ago, and i had decided to take a nap; and of course, to no avail. i just lied in the bunk, curled up, trying to desperately to fall asleep. and now one of those sh.its was poking at my side, which quickly escalated into them dragging me out of the bunk. when i hit the floor, i let out a grunt, the air being knocked out of me. i kept my eyes closed, sprawling out on my back in the 'hallway' of the bunk area. i stuck out my bottom lip and fluttered my eyelashes innocently after opening my eyes, meeting the gaze of mitch. he nudged my side with his foot, putting his hands on his hips with an eyebrow raised and a smile playing at his lips. i could tell he was trying to hide it, no one we had met so far could look at me with a straight face when i pulled this innocent little mock pout. which was really an advantage on my part - i loved to make people smile and laugh.
i tilted my head back when i heard more footsteps and chatter from people other than the two other members of our band, the pout on my face turning into a smile. "the newbies are here!" i shouted, quite enthusiastically as i jumped up from my position on the floor. i whimpered playfully over at mitch when my back cracked, and he only ruffled my hair, then said something about how short i was, and no wonder it hurt more than it should of to fall off my bottom bunk. i stuck my tongue out at him when he couldn't see me - i wasn't that short. jeez. five feet and five inches isn't that short, okay?
i started humming, rummaging through the bag i had in my bunk. it was just a duffel bag, because i didn't really need a whole lot of stuff. i almost forgot to take my medicine; i could already feel my hands shaking a little. after i took my daily dosage - well half of it, anyway - i stood up my full height and looked down at my attire. i was wearing a loose-fitting pair of black skinny jeans, the belt not helping at all, and a baggy blink 182 t-shirt. i still hadn't taken my red chuck taylors off, but it's not like they had mud all over them. when did i paint my nails? did i have eyeliner on; was it all messed up? why did any of this even matter?
i rolled my eyes at myself, and put on a bright, welcoming smile when i shuffled over to the little 'living area', where i found the other band and my own band mates. one last member of the other band walked on in as i plopped down on one of the couches, pulling my legs up and crossing them. i opened my mouth to say something, but i wasn't quit sure what i wanted to say, so i closed my mouth and looked down at the floor, slumping back a little as i thought about what to say. i probably looked pissed; but that was just my concentrating face. i could hear the guys - and girl - greeting the other band, but i wasn't really listening. i didn't want to come across as stupid, rude, or terribly arrogant, so what the hell do i say? hello, i'm billie joe, and that rhymed. have a nice stay! you know, all you have to say, billie, is a simple 'hey'. but, no; you gotta make it so f.ucking complicated.
i hate myself sometimes.
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