February 16th, 2007

I did it.

That's right, world! I DID it! I met Green Day!

God, my heart was pounding! Like, I could feel it hitting my chest.

Here's how it went down:

I waited outside FUSE studios (thanks for the tip in your last comment, Ghost Rider!) and saw them enter their limo after the interview. I secretly followed them to their hotel, which was actually a Holiday Inn very close to FUSE in the first place.

After this I quickly changed and hopped in the elevator with them. I didn't say a word, because I knew they wouldn't want to be bothered by an annoying kid in an elevator. And they'd leave first chance they got, so I knew I couldn't really get a good convo going with them in there. I got off at the same floor as them and found their room number. No problem.They did seek a little reluctant on letting me know where they were staying, though.

So, after THAT I changed back into Spider-Man. I found one of their hotel room's windows and simply knocked on it from the outside.

You should've seen their faces. I mean, damn. Talk about priceless. That was a Hallmark moment, for sure.

Tre Cool, the best drummer alive, opened it and was like, "Uh...guys? We have a visitor!" He was scared, and once he let me in I was mortified to find a copy of the Bugle on the table in front of the TV. Just my luck, right?

Mike Dirnt came up next. He had a guitar pick in his hand, no doubt coming from playing his bass. He was like, "Who the hell's here?" and when he saw me he froze and was like "Oh."

Billie Joe Armstrong came in from the kitchen next. (I tell ya, their hotel suite is bigger than my whole house!) I was star struck, totally. I mean--it was everything about him. His hair, his eyeliner, his pants, even!

He was scared. My heart broke. Green Day was afraid of me. What now?

"Hey guys." I said. "Uh...what's up?"

No one said anything. I didn't really expect any less. I mean...yeah...so I filled the awkward silence. "I can't believe I finally found you guys!"

Then they were like, How long have you been looking? I was like, Great, now they think I'm stalking them! They're gonna have a freakin' restraining order against me!

So I explained the whole thing, where I was listening to LETTERBOMB while blogging and how I had that entire revelation of how I wanted to meet them. They were kinda touched, actually, after I got all sappy and said how much they inspire me and all that jazz. Can you say...Suckup?

"You guys really are amazing," I concluded, "and I just wanted to meet you. I mean--your music is so motivating and stuff...its crazy!"

Mike offered me a seat, which I took really fast, and we had some drinks. I felt like an idiot. It was like I was drinking out of a juicebox while they're chugging beer. I don't drink, so I just took a coke.

After we talked and got more comfy I looked at the paper that I'd spotted on the table. I was on the front page of the Bugle, and I purposely showed them so I could tell them that Jameson was lying about me. I didn't want Green Day to think that that his words were true. I laughed about it and told them about the time I stuck his butt to his chair with webbing. They loved that one.

Later I got up and said I didn't want to bother them. Like I really wanted to be a burden to the best punk rock band alive. Tre was like, No dude! Stay! Billie Joe showed me to another room--like I said, fricking HUGE hotel suite--where they had been practicing. Billie Joe's guitar Blue was out, and so was Mike's bass. What kind of guitar is Blue, a Gibson Melody Maker? Well, whatever the hell it is, it's one beautiful guitar. And he let me try it. Ooh yeah! When I told them I could play a little he let me try this freaking guitar!

I gave them manly hugs and left, very sad to say that my quest had ended, and that I'd probably only see Green Day in concert after that.

Wow. This was one long blog, huh? Longest so far, probably. See what Green Day does? They bring out the best in people. I love you Green Day!

COMMENTS:

(subj: OMG!)

You met Green Day? Dude! I am so jealous! Only you'd have the guts to crash at their hotel.

--John-nay Storm

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(subj:none)

They told us you had a blog, but we didn't believe it. It was nice meeting you, Spider-Man. Stop by again, we had fun! Oh, and we weren't scared of you--just surprised. I mean, you're THE Spider-Man! We weren't really sure what to make of it. But we're glad you came!

--Mike, Tre, and Billie Joe

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(subj:look up!)

Oh my god! Green Day just commented you! Dude! GREEN DAY JUST COMMENTED ON YOUR BLOG! AND THEY TOLD YOU TO STOP BY AGAIN! DAMN!!!!!

--John-nay Storm