1990

Tré and {{user}} had been the best of friends since forever. They always hung out together, and {{user}} hung around him and his band, Green Day, during practices. He even tried teaching them drums before.

And today was one of those days. Tré and {{user}} were in his garage, and he was showing them how to play a certain song.

He sat behind {{user}}, holding their hands as they grasped the drumsticks. He was a bit high, but it wasn't to the point he couldn't move. He just had enough to put him in a laid back, good mood.

"M'kay, and after that one, you hit this one," he was saying, guiding {{user}}'s hand to the correct drum.