The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 15
Sara woke up later the next morning. She looked at her dad, who was still asleep, as was her mother. So, she decided to get up and get breakfast. She silently got out of bed, and walked down the stairs. She walked in only to find Tre sitting at the counter.
"Hey," She said. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello, dear." She took a seat next to him.
"So you were sober enough to remember last night?"
"As a matter of fact, I was." He said, sounding very proud of himself. He grabbed a box of cereal and poured it in his bowl. He started picking the cereal out of the bowl and throwing them up in the air, catching them in his mouth. Sara just watched, laughing.
"You're so wierd."
"I know." He stopped and put milk in his bowl. There was a long silence. Then Tre turned to her, looking unsure of himself. "So..." He started.
"So... what?"
"So, what.... What did he do to you?" Sara looked at her feet and sighed.
"Alot of things.... bad things." Tre felt tears spring in his eyes.
"What kind of things?" She looked up at him.
"Well..." She took a minute to think. "After he threw me in the car, he drove to this dirty old garage. He carried me in there and tied me to a chair." Tre gulped. "And then.... He disappeared for three hours. I didn't want to know where he went, I just wanted to get away. So, I managed to get my hands untied and I tried running for the door. But, of course, he caught me and got angry."
"What did he do?" He asked quietly.
"He punished me. He tied me to a bed and.... punished me." She had tears pouring out of her eyes. "He did that alot. And then, finally, someone came and found me. They were turning the old garage into a parking lot or something like that. The man tried to hide me, but they found me."
"Who's they?"
"I really don't know who they were." Tre looked at his cereal.
"Oh." Was all he could say. He continued eating his cereal until Billie came into the kitchen.
"Hi, guys." He said happily.
"Hi." They said together.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing their sad voices. Sara looked at him.
"No. Nothing's wrong. Just, tired. That's all."
"Oh. Well, Tre, we have a show today, so we need to be in San Fransisco in two hours so we can practice."
"Ok." Tre said, standing up and putting his bowl into the sink. "I'll go get ready." Billie looked at Sara.
"And you're coming with." She looked up at him.
"Why?" Billie looked taken aback.
"And why wouldn't you?"
"Ok, sorry. Geeze. I'm goin'." She stood up and walked upstairs.
"Holy shit! This stage is huge!" Billie shouted, jumping around onstage.
"Dad, stop playing around. The curtain goes up in an hour, and we need to check the microphones."
"Fine." He said, sticking his tounge out at her. "Then check them." She sighed.
"I have to do everything." She walked over to it and turned it on. "Check, 1,2,3-"
"Ah, ah, ah." Billie said, wagging his finger.
"What?"
"That's not how you check a mike."
"Then how, mister I-know-everything?" His lips curled to a smile.
"You sing."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I'm your father and you have to do what I say. Now sing." She sighed.
"Fine. What do I sing?" He shrugged.
"I dunno. Sing something." Sara thought for a second.
"Um..." She walked up to the mike and stood there. "I got one."
"I have run to the ocean
Through the horizon
Chase the sun
I've waited for the light to come,
And at times I would give up
You have wrapped you loving arms around me
And with your love I'll overcome
You have loved me when I was weak,
You have given unselfishly
To keep me from falling.... falling
Everywhere but my knees!
You set me free!
To live my life
You became my reason to survive the great divide
You set me free-"
"Hey! STOP!" Sara stopped and looked around. She saw her dad, Mike and Tre standing with a man who was waving his arms in front of her face.
"Uh, honey, this is Mr. Johnson, he's a talent scout here to-uh- enjoy the show." Billie said, looking rather scared of the little man.
"That's right. Mr. Johnson's my name, talent's my game. And you, baby, have a voice."
"Uh, don't call her that." Tre said in a snobby tone.
"Ooo, looks like we have ourselves an over protective boyfriend." He talked fast and with a buisness man- like tone.
"Um, I'm sorry, did you need something?" Mike asked.
"Why, yes I did, boy." He said, clapping Mike on the shoulder. "I want her." Billie looked at him angrily. "Woah, pops. I didn't mean it like that. I mean I want her... you know.... In the music buisness." He walked over to Billie, draping his arm around Billie's shoulder. He streched his arm out and waved it in front of their faces. "Just think, dad. Thousands of adoring fans.... Bowing at your daughter's feet. She'll be just like you." Billie picked off his arm uncomfortably.
"Uh, listen, sir. Not to be rude, but I don't want my daughter to be famous." The man looked at Billie like he was crazy.
"Listen, bub. Your girl has a one- of- a- kind voice. And I think- no- I know she'll get somewhere with it."
"I don't believe you heard the man." Mike said, clapping his hand on the Mr. Johnson's shoulder, almost causing him to fall over. "He said he wasn't interested." Mr. Johnson frowned slightly.
"Alright. Fine. Don't say I didn't warn ya." He reached into his pocket and threw something at Mike. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." He jumped off stage and walked out of sight.
"He was rather odd." Sara said.
"Yeah. But we have a show to do, guys. Let's rock and roll!" Tre shouted. Sara ran off stage and left them to do what they do best.
-Next morning-
"Honey, can you get the mail!?" Billie shouted to Sara from the kitchen. Sara sighed and got up from the couch. "And take Mike with you." Mike slapped his hand to his forehead and followed her outside. She stopped dead at the mailbox. Mike gasped. There were bags upon bags of mail sitting at the bottom of the mailbox. Sara and Mike looked at each other.
"Well," Mike said. "Let's start hauling them in." They picked up the heavy bags and dropped them in the kitchen.
"Thanks, hun- HOLY SHIT!" Billie shouted. "What the fuck is all this?"
"The mail." Sara said, plopping the last bag on the floor. Billie opened one of the bags and took out and envelope.
"Oh my god." He said, taking out the letter and reading it.
"What?" Sara said, trying to read over his shoulder.
"This is from...."
"From who? Gramma? My brother? Sister?"
"B-B-Bono."
"BONO!? Like U2's Bono?!" Billie nodded. "What's it say?"
"He wants you to.... Sing with him. Record his album with him." Sara's eyes grew wide.
"Bono?! Wants me to sing with him?!" He nodded again. Sara looked at him hopefully. "Can I?" Billie looked at her.
"What?"
"Oh, come on, dad. This is BONO we're talking about! I LOVE BONO! Oh, please, dad?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Why?"
"Because... Because.. You just can't, ok?!"
"Look at all these letters!" Mike said, reading them. "There's one from Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Simple Plan. OPRAH!?"
"Oprah?" Sara grabbed the letter from him and read it. "Why are they sending me these letters?"
"I have no idea, I-" Billie stopped and looked at Mike.
"That guy!" Mike said. "At the show! What was his name?" He snapped his fingers stressfully. "Johnson! He must have told all these people about Sara and her singing."
Sara picked a letter out from the bag and winced.
"What?" Billie asked, snatching the letter and opening it. He screamed and threw the letter down in disgust.
"What? Who's it from?" Mike asked.
"Playboy," Billie shrieked disgustedly. He picked up the letter and threw it in the garbage. "I need to give someone a call..." He pulled out the card Mr. Johnson gave him and dialed the number.
"Hey," She said. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello, dear." She took a seat next to him.
"So you were sober enough to remember last night?"
"As a matter of fact, I was." He said, sounding very proud of himself. He grabbed a box of cereal and poured it in his bowl. He started picking the cereal out of the bowl and throwing them up in the air, catching them in his mouth. Sara just watched, laughing.
"You're so wierd."
"I know." He stopped and put milk in his bowl. There was a long silence. Then Tre turned to her, looking unsure of himself. "So..." He started.
"So... what?"
"So, what.... What did he do to you?" Sara looked at her feet and sighed.
"Alot of things.... bad things." Tre felt tears spring in his eyes.
"What kind of things?" She looked up at him.
"Well..." She took a minute to think. "After he threw me in the car, he drove to this dirty old garage. He carried me in there and tied me to a chair." Tre gulped. "And then.... He disappeared for three hours. I didn't want to know where he went, I just wanted to get away. So, I managed to get my hands untied and I tried running for the door. But, of course, he caught me and got angry."
"What did he do?" He asked quietly.
"He punished me. He tied me to a bed and.... punished me." She had tears pouring out of her eyes. "He did that alot. And then, finally, someone came and found me. They were turning the old garage into a parking lot or something like that. The man tried to hide me, but they found me."
"Who's they?"
"I really don't know who they were." Tre looked at his cereal.
"Oh." Was all he could say. He continued eating his cereal until Billie came into the kitchen.
"Hi, guys." He said happily.
"Hi." They said together.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing their sad voices. Sara looked at him.
"No. Nothing's wrong. Just, tired. That's all."
"Oh. Well, Tre, we have a show today, so we need to be in San Fransisco in two hours so we can practice."
"Ok." Tre said, standing up and putting his bowl into the sink. "I'll go get ready." Billie looked at Sara.
"And you're coming with." She looked up at him.
"Why?" Billie looked taken aback.
"And why wouldn't you?"
"Ok, sorry. Geeze. I'm goin'." She stood up and walked upstairs.
"Holy shit! This stage is huge!" Billie shouted, jumping around onstage.
"Dad, stop playing around. The curtain goes up in an hour, and we need to check the microphones."
"Fine." He said, sticking his tounge out at her. "Then check them." She sighed.
"I have to do everything." She walked over to it and turned it on. "Check, 1,2,3-"
"Ah, ah, ah." Billie said, wagging his finger.
"What?"
"That's not how you check a mike."
"Then how, mister I-know-everything?" His lips curled to a smile.
"You sing."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I'm your father and you have to do what I say. Now sing." She sighed.
"Fine. What do I sing?" He shrugged.
"I dunno. Sing something." Sara thought for a second.
"Um..." She walked up to the mike and stood there. "I got one."
"I have run to the ocean
Through the horizon
Chase the sun
I've waited for the light to come,
And at times I would give up
You have wrapped you loving arms around me
And with your love I'll overcome
You have loved me when I was weak,
You have given unselfishly
To keep me from falling.... falling
Everywhere but my knees!
You set me free!
To live my life
You became my reason to survive the great divide
You set me free-"
"Hey! STOP!" Sara stopped and looked around. She saw her dad, Mike and Tre standing with a man who was waving his arms in front of her face.
"Uh, honey, this is Mr. Johnson, he's a talent scout here to-uh- enjoy the show." Billie said, looking rather scared of the little man.
"That's right. Mr. Johnson's my name, talent's my game. And you, baby, have a voice."
"Uh, don't call her that." Tre said in a snobby tone.
"Ooo, looks like we have ourselves an over protective boyfriend." He talked fast and with a buisness man- like tone.
"Um, I'm sorry, did you need something?" Mike asked.
"Why, yes I did, boy." He said, clapping Mike on the shoulder. "I want her." Billie looked at him angrily. "Woah, pops. I didn't mean it like that. I mean I want her... you know.... In the music buisness." He walked over to Billie, draping his arm around Billie's shoulder. He streched his arm out and waved it in front of their faces. "Just think, dad. Thousands of adoring fans.... Bowing at your daughter's feet. She'll be just like you." Billie picked off his arm uncomfortably.
"Uh, listen, sir. Not to be rude, but I don't want my daughter to be famous." The man looked at Billie like he was crazy.
"Listen, bub. Your girl has a one- of- a- kind voice. And I think- no- I know she'll get somewhere with it."
"I don't believe you heard the man." Mike said, clapping his hand on the Mr. Johnson's shoulder, almost causing him to fall over. "He said he wasn't interested." Mr. Johnson frowned slightly.
"Alright. Fine. Don't say I didn't warn ya." He reached into his pocket and threw something at Mike. "Here's my card in case you change your mind." He jumped off stage and walked out of sight.
"He was rather odd." Sara said.
"Yeah. But we have a show to do, guys. Let's rock and roll!" Tre shouted. Sara ran off stage and left them to do what they do best.
-Next morning-
"Honey, can you get the mail!?" Billie shouted to Sara from the kitchen. Sara sighed and got up from the couch. "And take Mike with you." Mike slapped his hand to his forehead and followed her outside. She stopped dead at the mailbox. Mike gasped. There were bags upon bags of mail sitting at the bottom of the mailbox. Sara and Mike looked at each other.
"Well," Mike said. "Let's start hauling them in." They picked up the heavy bags and dropped them in the kitchen.
"Thanks, hun- HOLY SHIT!" Billie shouted. "What the fuck is all this?"
"The mail." Sara said, plopping the last bag on the floor. Billie opened one of the bags and took out and envelope.
"Oh my god." He said, taking out the letter and reading it.
"What?" Sara said, trying to read over his shoulder.
"This is from...."
"From who? Gramma? My brother? Sister?"
"B-B-Bono."
"BONO!? Like U2's Bono?!" Billie nodded. "What's it say?"
"He wants you to.... Sing with him. Record his album with him." Sara's eyes grew wide.
"Bono?! Wants me to sing with him?!" He nodded again. Sara looked at him hopefully. "Can I?" Billie looked at her.
"What?"
"Oh, come on, dad. This is BONO we're talking about! I LOVE BONO! Oh, please, dad?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Why?"
"Because... Because.. You just can't, ok?!"
"Look at all these letters!" Mike said, reading them. "There's one from Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Simple Plan. OPRAH!?"
"Oprah?" Sara grabbed the letter from him and read it. "Why are they sending me these letters?"
"I have no idea, I-" Billie stopped and looked at Mike.
"That guy!" Mike said. "At the show! What was his name?" He snapped his fingers stressfully. "Johnson! He must have told all these people about Sara and her singing."
Sara picked a letter out from the bag and winced.
"What?" Billie asked, snatching the letter and opening it. He screamed and threw the letter down in disgust.
"What? Who's it from?" Mike asked.
"Playboy," Billie shrieked disgustedly. He picked up the letter and threw it in the garbage. "I need to give someone a call..." He pulled out the card Mr. Johnson gave him and dialed the number.
