If...
If...
"If we make it big, what'll you spend your first paycheque on?" Billy asked, looking over at where Joe was sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, scribbling words across a napkin he'd found on the counter earlier.
"Hookers and cocaine," Joe teased without looking up, writing the word 'inconvenience' across the napkin, directly under the words 'trial, error & the motherfucking hangman', although none of it is coming together just yet. He'd never really considered making it big, not the same way he knew Billy thought about it. Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't, but it wasn't very punk to be making music videos and to have makeup artists who styled their mohawks before a television interview, but most of the time Joe didn't say that. Most of the time he kept that to himself.
Billy laughed and tossed a balled up napkin at him. "Seriously, Joe."
If they made it big, what would Joe spend his first paycheque on?
"Maybe some records," he said, shrugging. "A new guitar strap for sure, mine fucking sucks. Digs into my shoulder and it's all worn down. Oh, hey, I'd get one of those cars we keep looking at down at the lot. One of the really nice ones with tinted windows and shit like that. A lot of beer. Maybe some pot or something." Maybe some cocaine, but he knew Billy didn't really like that, so he didn't say that either. "Maybe something for my mom for letting us practice in the basement without killing the four of us."
"Yeah," Billy said, smiling a bit. "I think I'd like a new guitar. Another one, I mean."
They hadn't even needed to make it big. Big in Canada was relative and after recording their first record, Joe had cashed his cheque and bought himself a new guitar strap, but he'd spent most of his money on a ring Billy had been looking at for months; a big silver ring with a snake twisting through the letter H. It had been goddamned expensive, but for Joe, it had been completely worth it. It was fucking gay and he knew the other guys would make fun of them both if they knew, but they didn't have to know.
Billy still wore that ring.
If you make it big, Billiam, will you still wear it?
He did. That was all that mattered.
"If we make it big, what'll you spend your first paycheque on?" Billy asked, looking over at where Joe was sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, scribbling words across a napkin he'd found on the counter earlier.
"Hookers and cocaine," Joe teased without looking up, writing the word 'inconvenience' across the napkin, directly under the words 'trial, error & the motherfucking hangman', although none of it is coming together just yet. He'd never really considered making it big, not the same way he knew Billy thought about it. Maybe they would, maybe they wouldn't, but it wasn't very punk to be making music videos and to have makeup artists who styled their mohawks before a television interview, but most of the time Joe didn't say that. Most of the time he kept that to himself.
Billy laughed and tossed a balled up napkin at him. "Seriously, Joe."
If they made it big, what would Joe spend his first paycheque on?
"Maybe some records," he said, shrugging. "A new guitar strap for sure, mine fucking sucks. Digs into my shoulder and it's all worn down. Oh, hey, I'd get one of those cars we keep looking at down at the lot. One of the really nice ones with tinted windows and shit like that. A lot of beer. Maybe some pot or something." Maybe some cocaine, but he knew Billy didn't really like that, so he didn't say that either. "Maybe something for my mom for letting us practice in the basement without killing the four of us."
"Yeah," Billy said, smiling a bit. "I think I'd like a new guitar. Another one, I mean."
They hadn't even needed to make it big. Big in Canada was relative and after recording their first record, Joe had cashed his cheque and bought himself a new guitar strap, but he'd spent most of his money on a ring Billy had been looking at for months; a big silver ring with a snake twisting through the letter H. It had been goddamned expensive, but for Joe, it had been completely worth it. It was fucking gay and he knew the other guys would make fun of them both if they knew, but they didn't have to know.
Billy still wore that ring.
If you make it big, Billiam, will you still wear it?
He did. That was all that mattered.