Love, DerekBy Mandi K |
Teas gone
cold
Im wonderin why I got out of bed at
all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I
cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all
be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that
its not so bad
its not so bad. Dear Bono, Hey man, my names Derek. This is the first time Im writing you, but I just thought youd like to hear from one of your biggest fans. I know you hear that all the time, but I really love what U2 does and I can really relate with you guys, especially you. Youre such a great lyricist, a poet really, that it inspires me to be a better person. I have all your LPs and singles, tee shirts, ticket stubs, (Ive seen you guys in concert 46 times!), even the Achtung Baby and PopMart condoms! LOL. Anyway, hows it going? I know youre touring right now, Ill be seeing you five more times before the U.S. leg is over. Ive already seen you six times on this tour. Congratulations about baby John, by the way. Im going to be a father too, in a couple months! I hope I can be as great as a father as you seem to be. My girlfriend and me have been fighting a bit lately, kinda on the edge about the baby. My new job isnt paying what we thought it would and she says that all I ever worry about is U2, but of course shes just saying that because shes moody from the pregnancy. Im sure you know all about that with your four kids! It doesnt matter though, because whenever I have a bad day or fight with Julie, I just pop in a U2 CD and Im fine. So how are Larry, Edge and Adam? Tell them I said hi. Ive met Adam twice and Larry once. Ive met you a few times. Take a look at the photo Im putting in here, maybe youll recognize me! I havent met Edge yet, but he seems like a nice guy. I really admire that you four have stayed friends this long. I had three best friends like that all through high school: Darren, Mike and Jarred, but Darren and Jarred died in a car crash my freshmen year of college and Mike killed himself last year but again, because of you guys and your incredible music, Ive made it through. You guys mean a lot to me U2 has kept me going. I heard your father is sick and Im really sorry. We have a lot in common, you know. I lost my mom when I was fifteen and my dad died of lung cancer earlier this year. I hope your dad makes it, though. Im sure he will; hes lasted this long, right? LOL. Oh, and if we have a boy, Im gonna make his middle name Bono! Isnt that cool? Anyway, Ill let you go now. Im sure you have lots of fan mail. Your biggest fan, Derek Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. Dear Bono, I already wrote you once, but I guess you didnt get my letter. I probably wrote my address too sloppy. I have really awful handwriting, as you can tell. Anyway, my name is Derek and Im a really huge fan of U2, and especially you. Ive gone through some really hard times these past years, still kinda am, and U2 has kept me going. Your music really has saved my life, more than once too. I just wanted to thank you for all the wonderful things you do. Ive seen you live 52 times now, I figured you might not have answered my letter coz youre so busy with the tour. You have a break now, three or four weeks, right? I hope you write back. Ive met you six times now; you might remember me? I was the one who told you Id written you and you should get the letter soon and you said you couldnt wait to answer it. If you dont remember, thats okay. Im giving you my phone number on a separate sheet of paper in here, so feel free to call, man. We have a lot in common. I lost my mom when I was a teenager too. I really am one of your biggest fans. So much so that my girlfriend Julie says I talk about you guys 24-7. LOL. Shes pregnant, you know? Only about a month and Ill be a dad too! Im going to name it after you if its a boy. I wanted to talk to you, man about Larry and all. Me and some other fans were standing outside your hotel a couple weeks ago and he drove right past us, didnt even wave. Whats up with him, man? I mean; not to be rude, but thats really shitty of him. Youve always stopped, even when you were tired. Thats why youre my favorite. You dont act like a jackass like Larry did. The others werent that upset, but I figured they probably didnt want to say how much they hated that he acted like that. Theyre afraid to think that someone they respect might be an ass. Dont get me wrong, Im sure hes really nice to you and all, but why dont any of you three talk to him about that kinda shit? Anyway, I just want to say that Im real happy for you about your new son and my prayers are with your father, I know hes sick. My dad died earlier this year of lung cancer, so I understand what youre going through. I hope he gets better soon. Tell Adam and Edge I said hi and dont forget to call me, man! Your number one fan, Derek Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. Bono, Hey man, this is Derek again its getting hard to believe you arent getting my letters. You have four weeks off, you couldve written, it wouldnt have killed you. Im not mad; I just think its kinda bogus you dont answer your fan mail. Id really appreciate you answering me this time around. I gave you my phone number and I still havent heard from you. I hope everythings okay. I know your dad is sick and all, like I said; I lost my dad earlier this year, so I understand. Its just that lately its been like no one understands me. Julie tells me Im too wrapped up in U2 to think about work or her or the new baby. She says Im not paying her enough attention and that Im drinking too much, but I still think shes just bitching. Im fine; I hardly drink at all as it is. Just a couple beers with dinner. You know how that is. And Im getting hounded at work too. It just doesnt stop, except when I go to your concerts and listen to your music. Thats another thing, man. Julie doesnt want me to go to the four dates in London and Munich I have tickets to! Isnt that bullshit? She says its bad enough I wasted the ticket money without asking her, but that Id have to pay for airfare and lodging and all I know we dont have that much money and we have a baby coming, but she doesnt understand what its like to see you guys perform live its so incredible. She just doesnt understand So anyway, just try and write me back, man. Thats all I want, is a letter or a call. Anything, really. I know youre not really like this, man youre good to your fans, I know, and I know you got a lot of shit going on right now in your life, but cmon, man. Write me back. Your fan, Derek Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. Bono, Alright, man, this is getting stupid. I really dont understand why youre being like this. I told you Im your biggest fan and still no letter, no phone call. I dont need this kinda shit, you know man? I think its fucked up that you tell me youd write me back and after three letters you still havent gotten back to me. I cant believe you didnt get at least one of my letters. Im starting to think this is a one sided relationship, you know, man? Please call me. Love, Derek Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. BONO, Enough, alright? Enough of this bullshit. I thought maybe you were different, I thought you were a person with a heart, someone who gave a fuck. Maybe thats why you and Larry are friends, coz you guys are alike. I didnt want to believe youd act like a shithead like he did that one day, but I dont know anymore. I trusted you to be there for me, Im your biggest fan. I have your name tattooed on my arm, I have your pictures all over my walls what more do you want? I cant be anymore than what I am. Its like everyone wants me to be better and I hoped youd accept me for me, but now your turning your fucking back on me, man, what the fuck is that? I dont deserve this; I know I dont. I didnt do anything wrong. Ive been loyal, I believed in you. This bitch I live with doesnt understand what we have. I try to tell her but she doesnt believe me and I cant prove shit coz you wont write me. She pisses me off, man, and sometimes I get so mad that you havent written or called me and shes on my back, I just wanna slap the shit out of her. Or slit my own wrists, just to get out of the fucking place. And sometimes I do coz its like real, feeling life and I can feel the truth in life youre not being truthful though, man, fucking this shit up with me. If I dont have you, I dont have anyone. If I dont have you, I dont want anyone. Bono, why you doing this, man? We belong together; we need each other. I love you, man. We could have been together. We could have been happy, but you pull this shit. I think its fucked up you dont answer your fans. I thought you cared about me. You acted like it when I met you. You gave me money for a cab, man, what happened to that? Now youre a fucking asshole. Get your act together, man, coz Im telling you if this shit keeps up, youre about to lose your biggest fan Derek Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. (Tape static) Dear Mister Im-so-much-fucking-better-than-you yeah, man, its Derek again, surprise, surprise this is the last time Ill ever talk to your fucking ass. You still havent called me or wrote. What the fuck is your problem? (Voice rising) WHO TOLD YOU YOU WERE FUCKING GOD? All I wanted was a fucking call or a letter. You didnt want to talk me? FINE, then TELL ME. Youre a shithead; youre scared. Youre a bullshit rock star. I shoulda seen through your act. You think youre so fucking better than me? Fuck you. Id answer my fans if I had em, Im not some pompous ass who needs thousands of people kissing his ass to feel better. All I needed was one little letter, all I needed was you to pull me out this place Ive fallen into and you aint here to help me. So when you hear Im dead, know whose fault it is. Know you KILLED someone, man, coz you dont give a shit. I can see this now. You like people to THINK youre so great? You think youre too great to talk to me? (Voice cracks) Thats alright, man, youll pay for it. When you try to sleep and Im in your dreams, when you close your eyes and Im there, when you look at your fans, EVERY ONE OF THEM WITH MY FACE, YOU FUCK HEAD. You think this bullshit is funny? You laughing with Larry about it? Think you have some fucking excuse coz your dad died? BULLSHIT. I didnt fuck you off when my dad died. I still went to your concert and it was only a couple days after he died. (Mockingly) Im drunk off my ass, man, had a whole bottle of tequila and guess what, man? I took some crack too, hows my driving? Im on the highway to the bridge, to end it all just for you. So you remember why I died and itll live around in you, crawl inside your head and EAT at you. Dont worry, Bono man, you wont rot in hell, youll just suffer the rest of your life I LOVE YOU and you fucking leave me like this, man? What the hell is your problem? I hope you feel like you cant live without me, I hope it festers inside you the rest of your life I like that song, Exit, Bono, feels like you wrote it bout me You know my girl Julie? The bitch that tried to keep us apart? Fuck, you should see her now, man. Im taking her with me, dont worry Im taking care of her, right? Yeah, you know it, man. So next time youre happy with your wife, forgetting about me, I hope you remember what a FUCK HEAD you are. I LOVED YOU MAN, and you FUCKED IT UP. I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU well, I better go, Bono man, Im at the bridge now and OH, SHIT, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SEND THIS SHIT OUT (Tires screeching, glass breaking, the sound of water) (End of tape) Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. Bono frowned down at the letters in front of him and Larry leaned across the table toward him, concern on his face. Bono, whats wrong? You look like youve seen a ghost. This kid Bono blinked and then sighed, putting his head in his hands. Larry pulled the letters over to him and read through them. After a few minutes he finished the last one and raised his eyebrows at the end. He put them down as if they were poisonous and let out a loud breath. He looked at Bono and their eyes met. Well? Bono said finally. Theres something wrong with this guy, Larry replied. I can see that, Bono sighed. But what do I write back? Well the last letter is from a month ago, Larry said, riffling through the letters. Im thinking that by now he thinks you blew him off again. I know, I know Bono mumbled unhappily. Hey guys! Edge came into the hotel room and ran to Bonos TV, putting it on a local news channel. What? Larry looked over at the TV. Some guy drove a car over a bridge they said he had his girlfriend tied up in the car, Edge said grimly. Oh, how sick, Larry muttered under his breath. Bono stared at the screen blankly as the female reporter shouted the story over the pouring rain and violent wind on the bridge: There has been a positive identification on the driver and his identity has finally been released to the public to be twenty-seven year old Derek Hannah. Derek drove over the bridge with his pregnant girlfriend, Julie Millerton tied up in the backseat. There has been evidence found in the flooded car, including a tequila bottle and a cassette tape still in the tape recorder. However, the police will not as of yet reveal what is on the tape. As soon as we get more information of this horrifying story, well let you know. Back to you in the studio, Michael Bono swallowed and looked over at Larry, whose mouth was hanging open in disbelief. Bono slowly shook his head, not willing to believe what hed just heard. Theres NO WAY its the same guy Larry said, unable to hide the fear in his voice. What? Edge asked, confused. Oh my God Bono whispered, his eyes watering. Oh my fucking God Larry walked over to Bono and grabbed his shoulder, Its okay, Bono this isnt your fault. What isnt? Edge frowned. Oh my God, Bono wailed, his head sinking back into his hands. Bono, no its NOT YOUR FAULT, Larry insisted, kneeling down and putting an arm around Bonos shoulders, Your dad died and we were so busy with the tour its not your fault Bono looked over at the TV as more shots of the car being pulled out of the choppy, frigid water filled the screen. Oh my God. Teas gone cold, Im wonderin why I got out of bed at all. Morning rain clouds up my window and I cant see at all. And even if I could, itd all be grey, but your picture on my wall. It reminds me that its not so bad. Its not so bad. |