Billie's P.O.V:
My head was spinning and I just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep forever. But I had a show to do, so I guess that wasn't really an option...

A quiet whimper escaped my lips as I followed behind Tré, clutching Blue to my chest, thinking that maybe he'd have some magic in him that would make me feel better.

Mike looked over at me with the same look of anger in his eyes. I knew that he'd be keeping a close watch on me tonight.

I closed my eyes tightly for a minute when the bright spotlight shone over me. It shone over me like some hungry animal, stalking its prey. As I looked out at the audience, I felt something that I hadn't felt in a very long time... Fear. 

My heart began hammering in my chest and I felt the beginnings of a severe panic attack begin to build up inside my chest.

'Keep it together Billie!' I told myself fiercely. I tried to choke back a sob as my knees began to knock together.

A small whimper escaped my lips as I put Blue's strap over my shoulder. I looked over at Mike with wide eyes, begging him to help me. But of course, he just ignored me. Just like I knew he would...

The all to familiar sensation of my chest tightening and tears burning my eyes greeted me as I looked out into the audience.

I opened my mouth to try and say something, but no words came out, making me bite my lip.

Mike looked over at me, crossing his arms over his chest before nodding his head towards the crowd.

"I... can't..." I mouthed towards him, hoping he'd understand. In your dreams Billie! He did the complete opposite of understand... what he did next would stay with me for the rest of my life...

Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grab the back of my shirt and the next thing I knew, the hand had wrenched me around to face its owner.

I shrank back in fear as I looked into Mike's cold eyes. There was only one emotion that I could see on his face. That one emotion was anger. No, it was hatred. Pure hatred.

My eyes widened in fear as Mike once again grabbed the front of my shirt.

"Come on Billie Joe!" He whisper-yelled. "Fucking do something!!"

"Or what?!" I snarled back at him.

Mike glared at me for a long moment before slowly turning away from me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was in the clear for the time being. That is, until Mike turned around again...

The next thing I knew, Mike's hand had made contact with my cheek.

He gasped and immediately dropped his hand to his side.

"Oh my god Billie! I-I'm so sor-"

"Save it Mike!" I snarled as tears sprang up in my eyes. I slowly turned away from my best friend and immediately broke into American Idiot, trying to ignore the stinging sensation on my cheek.

The crowd seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened. For this I was very grateful as I didn't want any unwanted attention.

Ok that sounded weird... so let me rephrase that. For this I was grateful as I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I didn't deserve to be worried about...

"I-it's ca-calling out to idiot A-America..." my voice cracked and I mentally cursed myself, but of course I kept going. I didn't want to let the fans down after all.

Now, this strategy worked well for a while... it worked well for most of the show... that is, until the middle of Basket Case....

I looked up at the board that told us how many minutes we had left to play and guess what?! We only had one fucking minute left!

An angry growl escaped my lips and I stopped playing.

The crowd looked back at me, surprised. Soon the others stopped playing and just stood there awkwardly.

"Enough of this old shit! I wanna play some new shit!" I snarled.

"But oh no! I fucking can't! And y'know why I can't?! Because I only have one fucking minute left! I'm not fucking Justin Bieber motherfuckers! I'll show you what one fucking minute looks like!!"

I then proceeded to take my guitar off my shoulder and what I did next probably surprised me the most of everyone...

I grabbed the guitar by its neck and started to violently smash it against the ground. I did this until the body was completely smashed and I was just holding the neck.

Mike looked over at me as if I was crazy. I glared back at him with an angry smirk on my lips.

He then took off his bass and started smashing it as well.

Jason looked over at Tré and Tré looked back over at Jason.

Jeff and the other Jason exchanged nervous glances.

I looked down and realised what I'd done. I'd smashed Blue!! I'd smashed my baby!! And I know what you're gonna say: 'but it's a copy isn't it?!'

Normally yes, I would be playing a copy. But this I wanted to have the real thing y'know? And now... and now I'd broken him!

I fell to my knees and cradled the pieces to my chest.

"No!!!" I screamed as I started sobbing uncontrollably.

Mike immediately ran to my side and cradled me to his chest.

"Shhh..." he cooed. "We can fix him Billie. I promise we can fix him. Shhh..."

I growled and squirmed around in Mike's grip.

"Get off me!" I screamed. He did and I ran to Tré, who immediately took me into his arms and I completely broke down, sobbing uncontrollably against his chest.

Mike looked hurt by what I'd just done. And I immediately regretted it. Mike was supposed to be my best friend!

I growled and shook that feeling off. I wasn't going to be friends with someone who slapped  me in the face!

And that's how that show ended... with Blue smashed on the floor and me crying in Tré's arms...