"Dad, come on"
"It's better if you stay here. I think it's a bad idea."
"I wouldn't even be there, just let me go on tour with you. I barely go out. Please." I begged.
"Okay. Pack your things, we are leaving tomorrow." Said my dad.
I went to my room and packed my things, I was extremely exited. I would go on tour with my dad's band. Motörhead. Drug addicts, but I didn't care they are like my uncles and as I said I wouldn't even be there. I would stay in California. I've always wanted to go there, believe it or not I'd never leaved England. Which is pretty weird considering that I'm the daughter of a successful rock star. I finally fell asleep.
Next morning.
I showered, brushed my hair, putted on jeans, a black shirt and boots. I was ready to go. They would be waiting for me at the airport. We were like a big family, the band, the roadies, even the manager.
"Elizabeth" Someone called me.
"Yes?"
"Hope you don't mind but your sister is coming with you."
"What? No. Dad we hate each other."
"She wants to come with us. I couldn't say no."
"She isn't even my sister."
"Elizabeth, don't say that." He looked angry and I wouldn't blame him, but it's true we aren't sisters. We grew up apart, she would eventually come with us for her birthday or for Christmas. Different moms, different lifestyle, the only thing we shared; Dad.
"Alright. I'll be kind. I'll try to."
"That's my girl." He kissed my forehead.
"DAD!" Someone screamed. Queen of hell is here.
It was Skylar, my big sister. Dad pulled her in a hug.
"Long time, no see." I said trying to be friendly while faking a smile.
"Yeah"
We were in the plane, a very uncomfortable ride if you ask me. I tried to break the silence.
"So Skylar, what's up?"
"Nothing."
"Awesome." I putted my headphones on.
I stared at her, we were so different.
As I said, nothing in common. Raised apart. Skylar's mom was a successful model at the time, blonde with big blue eyes and a nice figure. Skylar looked just like her. And then there's me long long brown hair, big green eyes. According to everyone I looked just like my mother, who by the way, wasn't a model. She was a waitress. As I told you, both completely different. I don't want to bore you, long story. All you need to know. Skylar's mom and dad were married, she was like two years old. Then he met my mother and fell in love and the rest is history. Ironic, huh?
California, 1983.
"Nice hotel room"
"Yeah, it's nice." She said.
"So it's just you and me Sky."
"Oh, don't even think about it."
"What?"
"Whatever. I'm done with your shit."
She unpacked her things, dresses, expensive high heels. Madonna records. Madonna? HA! I don't know if you noticed but we are touring with Motörhead and you brought fucking Madonna records. Interesting.
I unpacked my things as well.
"I'll go out for a walk" I said.
"I don't care."
I walked away, exploring the place. I decided to go to a coffee shop, I sat there, it was so calmed until two boys came in. A short guy with a Danish accent and a tall blonde, they were both wearing Motörhead merch. The tall blonde kept staring at me.
"What's up?" said the Danish boy.
"What's up?" I smiled.
"I'm Lars, this is James. We are in a band and we are going to play tonight and we were just wondering if you had like to check us out"
"Sure, tell me more."
"8:00 PM, in the club that's one street away from the Scarlett Hotel"
"I don't know if you had like our music though. I don't know if you like metal music so."
I took my leather jacket off so they could see my Venom shirt.
"Awesome"
"Yeah." I said.
"See you there" Said James.
