I decided that I would stay in California. I bought my own apartment here, I liked the place.
Months passed by...
Dad still had a drinking problem, rehab didn't work at all.
Skylar went back to England and I haven't seen James since that day.
But I could tell that the band was pretty successful. They dropped their second album, the crowd became bigger. It was amazing. Even though I lost contact with the boys it was nice to see them succeeding.
The phone started ringing.
"Hello...?"
"Elizabeth."
"Dad, how are you?"
"I'm okay, just wanted to say that we are playing in California in one week and I decided to pass by and check on my little daughter. So come to the gig. Would ya do that for your old man?"
"Sure. I'll be there."
The week passed by real quick.
I took a shower, put on some jeans a plain white shirt and black high heels; I know that you don't wear high heels to a concert but I would be backstage the whole time so it didn't matter at all.
Grabbed my keys and went there.
"Name?"
"Eliza-"
"This way." He didn't let me finish.
I sat on the couch that they had backstage, everyone was busy doing their own thing.
"Wait isn't that?" It was uncle Phil, he pulled me in a hug. "Oi! Lemmy see who came over."
"There you are." I smiled. "The boys who are going to open the show for us will start playing in ten minutes, so we have a lot to talk about" He sat on the couch.
"Yeah" That's when I heard the opening riff of Seek & Destroy. Then it hit me, wait a second...
"Dad, so who's opening the show tonight?"
"A band called Metallica" He said while lighting up a cigarette. "Interesting name, huh?"
"It is" I smiled.
