Extraordinaire.

12. Birthday fall.

It was early, very early, they were to be on stage by six am, not only that, but it was Mick's birthday. He smiled as his daughter, Mixelle hopped onto his lap and smiled up at him, "Happy birthday daddy, I love you," she smiled, "Thanks cupcake... I love you too," he smiled softly and played with her soft ginger hair, no longer curly, straight as ever like his once was many years ago, before he found the miraculous cure: Hair dye.

"Look, look at this," she said and hopped off his lap and ran to get the drawing she drew for him a while back, "Look, see? This is Serry, this is you, this is me!" She giggled, "Wow, I love it," he smiled, it was actually quite good for a five year old, no stick men, no weird wonky colours, however it was sort of anime style in a way, though for a five year old, of course it had imperfections.

"Thanks cupcake," he chuckled and folded it four times, sliding it into his wallet, "There, right beside my drivers license," he smiled softly.

"There you are," Tommy sighed as he found him sitting in a dimly lit room, "We're on in ten man," He said, "Oh, shoot!" Mick said, though he chuckled as his daughter giggled, "Be there soon," Mick said, smiling as his daughter nuzzled her nose to his.

They held hands as they walked down the venue, the lights flashed on, the audience roared in excitement, 62 was how old Mick was today, he felt old but his daughter stayed by his side and giggled with him.

He grabbed his guitar, "I set it up to the way you do, I made sure the shits all good man, you're all set," He said, "Thanks," Mick said, "Oh, and I put the pick holder on the headstock," he added quickly, Mick noticed it, giving a thumbs up before he made his way on stage with his band.

They were amazing, playing without a care in the world, Mixelle watched in awe, smiling as she saw the audience banging their heads and cheering loudly, someone freaked the fuck out when Mick threw a pick at them.

Mixelle smiled slightly, watching as the show went on, though at 6.30, the music took a turn for the worst.

Like lightning, a tall man ran on stage, blowing Mick over, his legs flopping dramatically, his back burning with pain and laying on his side, paralyzed with pain.

"Daddy!" Mixelle yelled and ran over to him, he was groaning, eyes shut tight and teeth grit as his band mates and roadies alike rushed to the scene.

He opened his eyes, seeing his daughter worriedly eye him, a roadie picked him up bridal style, gently setting him down where another roadie wrapped their arm around his back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You fucking idiot!" Tommy yelled, while Nikki kicked the guy hard in the ribs.

Mixelle ran after her father, "We'll be back... Maybe," Nikki said and they left the stage, the audience booed at the asshat who had bum rushed the stage.

They helped Mick sit down on a soft couch, his pain slowly wearing down as he relaxed, dropping his shoulders and closing his eyes, head slightly tilted back.

He felt something soft against his hand, he looked to see his daughters ginger hair under neath his hand, he smiled softly and ran his fingers through it, though he heard sniffles.

"Don't cry sweetie," he said softly and rubbed her shoulder gently as she rested her head on his thigh.
"I love you," she said, "I love you too," he said.

"It was meant to be special," she sniffled, "It is special, with you everything's special, I love you sweetie," he said softly, she cuddled up to him, wrapping her arms around the skinny man as he had his around her back.

"You reckon you could give your old man one of your famous massages?" He chuckled softly, she giggled and nodded, sitting behind him and gently rubbing at his tender muscles.

Once he was okay to go on, the audience screamed in awe, appreciative of Mick for going on after the accident.

The sun had finally reared it's ugly head and decided to shine bright.
The band was done by now.
"You good man?" Tommy asked and patted his shoulder gently, "Yeah, I'm fine," Mick said, head down as usual and smiling down at his daughter who held his hand and looked up at him.

"Daddy, when we get home I wanna show you something," she told him, "Alright sweetie," he smiled softly, Seraina walked with them to the car, he drove them home as he prefers driving anyways.

As they had arrived, Mick chuckled as his daughter gently pulled him to the music room.
"Alright alright, I'm goin," he chuckled, smiling as she grabbed her Ibanez and plugged it in.

"Watch, watch I learnt this a while ago for you!" She smiled widely, he smiled at her happiness, "Go on, blow me away," he smiled, leaning back in his chair as he waited for her to go on.

He chuckled as he immediately recognized the tune she was playing.
He smiled, watching his daughter play for him, she had a random shred sesh making him grin.

She had progressed heavily for a young girl, and he smiled as she finished the song, "It was gonna be better..." She pouted sadly, he smiled softly and caressed her cheek, "I'm just an old man sweetie, you'll see, you'll see how it is darling," he said softly, she looked at him with confusion, "You'll understand more about your father in a few years time, when you're older," he sighed.

"Why? Why not now?" She pouted, "You're too little," he said softly, dragging his thumb over her cheek, she got up and snuggled up to him, sitting on his lap and hugging him making him smile.

"I love you," he said softly, "I love you too."