5 years later.

- Your turn in five minutes, Billie. Hurry up...

I sighed.

- Could you wait a few minutes ? I'd like to call someone... I answered.

- Okay. May I kiss you, before the great Billie takes his call ?

I smiled, stood up, and ran in Clark's arms. He hugged me, and kissed my forehead. I was stressed, and all my limbs were trembling.

- Hey... Clark said, what's going on ? Why are you nervous ?

- 'Cause I'm a creep and I will never perform this concert.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

- I'm fucking scared, Clark... I'm gonna fail my performance, everyone's gonna be laughing at me... I'm gonna die on the stage, Clark !

I cried. I was horribly affraid.

- Billie... You're simply the best, without quoting Tina, you're better than all the rest. You gonna perfectly perform this show. The public's gonna be fucking happy, so just stop being stressed !

He handed me my pills, smiling.

- Here is your medicine, darling. I go, call your someone.

I also smiled.

- Thanks, Clark. See you in... Five minutes ?

- Yeah, see you Billie.

When he went out, I ran to the phone, hoping that he was still living at his parents' home.

- Yeah ?

My heart missed a beat. His voice didn't change.

- Mike... Uh... Listen, it's Billie... and...

- Just fuck you.

A tear fell on my cheek.

- I...I just wanna say I'm sorry 'cause I... I... I left you. And I know that it's because of that that you stopped talking to...

- Holy crap, I'm talking to Billie fucking Joe Armstrong ! I'm talking to a great rockstar, d'you think I'm gonna hang up ?! I was silly, too silly, sorry. How are you ?

- Well... um... I'm fine, I guess. I have a concert, in a few minutes. I just wanted to call you to say that... I'm sorry. For everything I did.

- Don't be sorry. But you know what ? Let's see us tomorrow, at the 7-eleven. Are you okay with that ?

- I'm perfectly okay ! I answered. See you tomorrow !

- See you tomorrow, you rockstar.