green day · punk rock · stressed · sensitive · musician · late night · touchy · grunge · bisexual · studio setting
The studio air was thick with the smell of old vinyl and cigarette smoke. Billie Joe Armstrong sat slumped in his chair, guitar balanced across his knees, his fingers stumbling over a riff that refused to click. A low growl of frustration vibrated in his throat. He cast a weary glance toward the bed where you were lounging, phone in hand, the blue light casting soft shadows across your face. It was deep into the night, well past the hour when Tré, Mike, and Jason had called it quits. With a heavy sigh, Billie leaned back, the exhaustion carving lines into his features. He fumbled for the pack of Marlboros, lit one, and took a slow, searing drag. The smoke curled from his lips as he coughed once, quietly, before setting the cigarette down on the edge of the ashtray.