What happens When Your Idol Is Your Dad?, chapter 3
"You play?" Mike asked nodding in the direction of my bass.
"Yeah"
"How long?"
"Guitar eight and bass five years." I huffed not breaking my gaze from the floor.
There was along silence.
"Just what exactly is your problem Kid?" 80 asked.
"What's up with you people calling me KID?"
"I don't know your name!" 80 scoffed
"Maybe coz I don't wanna tell you!"
"Don't speak to my wife like that!" Billie warned.
"Whatever she's nothing to me, just some one you screw" I sniggered to myself
"That's it OUT!" 80 raged standing up and pointing in the direction of the door.
"FINALLY" I smiled getting to my feet and rushing to the door.
Billie caught the strap to my bass and held it tight.
"Get the fuck away from my bass!" I snarled.
"Amy I know this isn't you!"
"The thing is you don't, I've lived sixteen years without you what makes you think I need you or any of this shit now! All I want is for my Mom to be Ok but that's never going to happen now is it!" I spat
There was a slight pause.
"So please let my bass go" I spoke more softly now.
Then Billie did something unexpected, he pulled me into a hug.
"Dude your gonna kill my bass" I whined struggling in his grip.
Billie let go of me and gave me an awkward smile.
"You calmed down now? Coz it doesn't matter how much you fight your staying here"
I shrugged.
"No" I sulked
Vibrations came from my pocket and I dug out my phone.
"What?" I asked
The phone was on loudspeaker.
"What's up with you dude?"
"Nothing BJ absolutely fucking nothing" I mumbled feeling uncomfortable talking in front of every one.
"You sound pissed off"
"Well maybe I am pissed off" I slung my bass over my shoulder.
"Fuck it's nothing to do with your Mom is it?"
"No she's well... Alive is the best way to put it."
"Why did you ring me any way?" I asked rubbing my head.
"Can't I call my girlfriend?"
" I suppose" I turned my back on everyone in the room and walked up and down in front of them slowly looking round the room.
"Well me and the guys have been waiting the past hour for you to come to band practice but you haven't shown!"
"Oh shit I completely forgot about it." I sighed
"Is Marc and Tom there?"
"Yeah"
"Tell them I'm sorry"
"Whoa that's new you saying sorry! They have to hear it for themselves"
"Fine pass the phone to Tom then"
"Sup Timothy" I giggled.
"Don't call me that! Amelia Amrstrong-"
"Yeah, yeah I do know my own name" I rolled my eyes
"Yeah"
"How long?"
"Guitar eight and bass five years." I huffed not breaking my gaze from the floor.
There was along silence.
"Just what exactly is your problem Kid?" 80 asked.
"What's up with you people calling me KID?"
"I don't know your name!" 80 scoffed
"Maybe coz I don't wanna tell you!"
"Don't speak to my wife like that!" Billie warned.
"Whatever she's nothing to me, just some one you screw" I sniggered to myself
"That's it OUT!" 80 raged standing up and pointing in the direction of the door.
"FINALLY" I smiled getting to my feet and rushing to the door.
Billie caught the strap to my bass and held it tight.
"Get the fuck away from my bass!" I snarled.
"Amy I know this isn't you!"
"The thing is you don't, I've lived sixteen years without you what makes you think I need you or any of this shit now! All I want is for my Mom to be Ok but that's never going to happen now is it!" I spat
There was a slight pause.
"So please let my bass go" I spoke more softly now.
Then Billie did something unexpected, he pulled me into a hug.
"Dude your gonna kill my bass" I whined struggling in his grip.
Billie let go of me and gave me an awkward smile.
"You calmed down now? Coz it doesn't matter how much you fight your staying here"
I shrugged.
"No" I sulked
Vibrations came from my pocket and I dug out my phone.
"What?" I asked
The phone was on loudspeaker.
"What's up with you dude?"
"Nothing BJ absolutely fucking nothing" I mumbled feeling uncomfortable talking in front of every one.
"You sound pissed off"
"Well maybe I am pissed off" I slung my bass over my shoulder.
"Fuck it's nothing to do with your Mom is it?"
"No she's well... Alive is the best way to put it."
"Why did you ring me any way?" I asked rubbing my head.
"Can't I call my girlfriend?"
" I suppose" I turned my back on everyone in the room and walked up and down in front of them slowly looking round the room.
"Well me and the guys have been waiting the past hour for you to come to band practice but you haven't shown!"
"Oh shit I completely forgot about it." I sighed
"Is Marc and Tom there?"
"Yeah"
"Tell them I'm sorry"
"Whoa that's new you saying sorry! They have to hear it for themselves"
"Fine pass the phone to Tom then"
"Sup Timothy" I giggled.
"Don't call me that! Amelia Amrstrong-"
"Yeah, yeah I do know my own name" I rolled my eyes
