They were still playing, my dad was talking to me but I wasn't paying attention at all. I couldn't wait to see him again.
"Elizabeth, are you even listening to me?" He interrupted my thoughts.
"Sorry..." I lighted up a cigarette. "You were saying?"
"They are pretty good, huh?" I nodded.
Five minutes later they stopped playing, I kept staring at my cigarette.
"Alright then, it's show time." Dad stood up, took his bottle of Jack and walked on stage.
I could hear their steps, I was extremely happy but I tried to hide my excitement.
"Woah" Said James. "Elizabeth?"
"Yeah" He pulled me in a hug immediately. "Long time no see."
"Indeed." He smiled.
I sat on the couch and the guys joined me willing to start a conversation.
"So now you are touring with Motörhead, that's pretty awesome."
"Pretty wild" Said Kirk.
"Come with me." Said James. "I mean... Come with us on tour."
"It will be fun."
"That sounds great." I said. "But I don't know man... Touring isn't my thing-"
"What do you mean?"
"I've done it before and-"
"Come on, just come with us" He insisted, I couldn't say no.
"I'll think about it"
"Awesome" He grabbed a marker and wrote his phone number on my wrist. "Give me a call"
"Alright"
He smiled, minutes later the guys exited the room to meet some fans outside. I hated touring, I grew up on the road and in fact it wasn't my thing but as I said I couldn't say no. I was looking forward to it.
