I haven't updated in like… a month! This is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, bad. So, I am updating now with this, VERY strange chapter. Anybody who reviews before a weak of this chapter being released gets 250 points. Points are new. I'll explain them at the bottom. But you MUST read the chapter before reading about points.

Chapter 8: My head hurts

Kathline lay, knocked out, in an outdoor theater. She was not heard or seen when she flipped into a dive-roll when her momentum made her go faster than she could run and hit her head against the ground and became unconscious, because the audience was staring at the band playing, jumping around and screaming.

The fact that people were jumping around might have given it away, but if it didn't, this was a theater with no chairs, so, you stood. As was bound to happen in all of the jumping and being crazy, somebody jumped on Kathline's foot. She woke up. When she woke up she freaked out. It was not every day that she saw sixty-five thousand people jumping, yelling, screaming, and basically just being crazy. Once her first session of being freaked out ended, another one began.

Hearing the electric guitars, and the ruff raged voices that were near impossible to understand, people on the huge stage running back and forth while playing these absolutely absurd instruments, and the drum being multiple drums attached to one big drum and beating more than just the beat of the song, and she just couldn't get over those instruments. They had the fret board like an acustic guitar — which she had only seen once — but the body and coloring were totally different. And the way they were played so violently, and destructively, freaked her out all the more. For a girl who had only ever heard the slow beating of a drum, the beautiful fluid voice coming from a singers mouth, never seen a microphone, and the only instruments were slow and beautiful like a mandolin, or a violin, or a harp, punk rock band was scary.

The song the band was playing was over, and only a moment later the lead singer shouted, "This next song's a big 'fuck you' to all the politicians" The crowd yelled and cheered, many sticking up their middle fingers or giving the rock on symbol. The lead singer was speaking again, "This song's called, HOLIDAY!" The man standing next to him started playing his guitar. The lead singer spoke yet again, "This song is not entitled American, it's entitled, WAR!" The lead singer joined the other man's guitar playing with his own, as the drummer started to play.

Hear the sound of the falling rain,
Coming down like and Armageddon flame,
The shame,
The ones who died without a name,
Hear the dogs howling out of key,
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery",
And bleed the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On Holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time,
Another protester has crossed the line,
To find the money's on the other side,
Can I get another Amen?
There's a flag wrapped around the score of men,
A gag,
A plastic bag on a monument

hey

hey

(Electric guitar solo)

The representative from California has the floor

Zieg Heil to the president gas man,
Bombs away is your punishment,
Pulverize the Eiffel towers,
Who criticize your government,
Bang, Bang goes the broken glass,
Kill all the fags that don't agree,
Trials by fire setting fire,
Is not a way that's meant for me,
Just cause,
Just cause because we're outlaws, yeeeeeeaaaaaah!

I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives,
I beg to dream and differ,
From the hollow lies,
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aa-aaaaaaay!

By the end of the song, Kathline was jumping and doing the best she could to sing along, for this was only the first time she'd heard the song, that was pretty dificult. It was not long, however, that someone noticed that she was drenched and wearing totally different clothes from everyone else. The only person that noticed did nothing about it. To anyone who'd been to a Green Day concert, people wearing weird shirts and clothes was normal.

The drummer had started to beat a very slow rhythm and the lead singer had gotten rid of his guitar, and began to walk onto one of the side extensions running on one side of the stage.

"We've been a band now, We've been a band now, for the last sixteen years. And not only is this the best fucking tour we've ever had, but in the past two days we've played to over a hundred thirty thousand people. Thank you. That's the biggest we've ever had"

The crowd cheered.

"but remember one thing, the second day is always better than the first."

The crowd cheered louder.

"This song's called St., Jimmy!"

Starry nights, city lights, coming down over me
Skyscrapers, stargazers in my head
Are we, we are. are we, we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town is burning down in my dreams
The lost and found, city bound in my dreams

And screamin! Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting
And screamin! Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting

Forget-me-nots, second thoughts live in isolation.
Heads or tails, fairy tails in my mind
Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, story of my life
The jesus of suburbia is a lie

And screamin! Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting
And screamin! Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting
And screamin! Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting unknown
Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting unknown

Suddenly the calm guitar switched to a fast beating deep tone and the drummer started smashing his drum sticks against the drum.

St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade
Light's of a silhouette
He's insubordinate
Coming at you on the count of 1, 2,

1, 2, 3, 4

My name is Jimmy and you better not wear it out
Suicide commando that your momma talked about
King of the forty thieves and I'm here to represent
That needle in the vein of the establishment

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Cigarettes and ramen and a little bag of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe
Raised in the city under halo of lights
product of war and fear that we've been victimized

I'm the patron saint of the denial
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal

Are you talking to me?

St. Jimmy

Heeeyyy let's go!

The guitar pattern changed as well as the tune.

My name is St. Jimmy son of a gun
I'm the one that's from the way outside
a teenage assassin executing some fun
In the cult of the life of crime.

I really hate to say it but I told you so
So shut your mouth before I shoot you down old boy
Welcome to the club give me some blood

I'm the resident leader of, Everybody!

It's comedy

and tragedy
It's St. Jimmy
And that's my name

14 seconds later:

and don't you fuckin' wear it out

Kathline was totally exhausted from all of her jumping around, yelling, and screaming during this compound song. One very good thing happened though: she was no longer drenched, and only lightly soaked, for her running around and jumping, had thrown off her excess water. She still, however, was wearing clothes from medieval times, but again, a second person still hadn't noticed, and even if they had, they would probably do nothing.

In the next hour or so, after the band had finished playing, Kathline was very happy about her first rock concert, not that she even knew the name 'rock' as a category of music but anyway, but was also thoroughly tired. She, however, knew nothing about this world, or even that she was not in her world, but still did not have anywhere to sleep. This was a dilemma. She ended up just standing in the outdoor theater, in one of those trances where you just look at nothing, but everything, and you just stare out into space.

Now, from the point of view of some person who's hangin' out with their friends after a concert and are leaving kinda late or whatever and the see a young hot chick staring into nowhere, for no reason, what would you do? Well, most people, who knows, I'm not god neither are you, but Jonathon took what he considered an opportunity, and even though she was dressed and weird clothes, he decided, to take her home. Not smart, bad Jonathon. He picked her and carried her to his car, his friends laughing behind him. He put her in the passenger seat and started the car. Then it got nasty.

Kathline, hearing this new sound came out of her trance. She stared at the guy next to her and screamed. She tried to open the door, but had no idea how to unlock it, and gave up. Jonathon, who had already backed out the car and was starting to leave the parking area, couldn't have been more surprised about what happened next; he received a bone smashing kick from Kathline; literally. This was very impressive, not because the kick broke his jaw bone, but that she managed to kick him at all. In a car, kicking, is often difficult, as we all know. Jonathon, in extreme pain, didn't look ahead, and didn't take his foot of the gas. The car drove past the red light they were at, clear through the gate of the house at the red light — the street they were on T ed into another — and almost hit the front wall of the house before Jonathon came to his senses and stopped the car.

Kathline, in absolute furry at this stranger taking her into this transportation device without any permission, gave a series of blows at Jonathon that would have made Lifaen proud. It wasn't long before she had knocked Jonathon out. His foot, with no guidance from his brain, eased onto the gas pedal. The car shot forward. Through the house, through a park, Kathline managed to open Jonathon's door and shove him out of it. She got into his seat, and pushed on one of the pedals to stop the car from continuing it's approximate, one hundred mile an hour dash, and the car went faster. She pushed the other one. The car slowed. She slammed it. The car skidded through a halt in ten seconds and almost threw Kathline through the windshield. Kathline got out of the car. She just stood there doing nothing, but this time just because she was practically dead on her feet. She heard a wild cry. Jonathon, holding out some strange looking device, was running towards her. This device was a gun. He fired, missed Kathline, and hit the car. The car went boom. Except much louder and bigger than just, boom. Kathline ran, exhaustion drained from her body.

By now, especially after the car blew up, people were out of the automobiles, practically rioting. Kathline kept running. She soon came to the rioters, and she kept running. People jumped out of the way as she wizzed by. Now the police had come, with an ambulance. Most of the officers were looking at the exploded car, not Jonathon or Kathline, but one noticed. They saw Jonathon running after a woman, with a gun held out and blood dripping from his chin. He got in his car, signaled to the ambulance, and they went after them.

When the police had just caught up with the chased and the chaser, Kathline tripped. Her skull hit the sidewalk with a sickening crack, and she lay face down on the concrete.

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Excuses for why I update late:

My monitor died. No really.

I bought new CDs and were listening to them a lot

I practiced guitar a lot

Homework level ate me

And that's about it yeah. Not to many reasons so really I don't have a good reason but what the hell. I will try to update much sooner and if I don't you can call me, #&!

Goodbye

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