Extraordinaire.

15. Tour.

It was a lonnnng tour, Mick could tell his now thirteen year old daughter was tired, she held his hand, head down and dragging her feet as she followed him around, the band was walking to the venue seen as the bus broke down, nice.

Just 15km left...

"This is so fun," Tommy said sarcastically, kicking a rock which Nikki than kicked into the gutter, "I know right? I'm so happy..." Nikki drawled and sighed dramatically.

"Yeah yeah, least your not a kid being dragged into this," Mick said as he rubbed his daughters back, her head was still down and she looked upset, about... What?

"You alright sweetie?" Vince asked, "Mm..." She hummed and tripped over thin air, saving her fall and sighing with annoyance at the small inconvenience.

"Post card?" Tommy asked, "Mmph!" Mixelle huffed, "What's the matter?" Mick asked as he interlocked their fingers, "Nothing," she sighed and continued standing at the ground.

"Well hey, at least were not hauling our shit," Tommy shrugged, "Yeah, and you'll get to play guitar when we get there," Mick smiled softly, kissing her head but she still seemed upset.

"Come on, let me give ya a biggy back ride, you look dead on your feet," Nikki said, he stopped so she jumped on his back, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist as he carried her the rest of the way.

"Certainly getting our steps in," Vince chuckled, "So fun," Tommy said sarcastically and they all cracked jokes to tell the time.

"What about you little miss?" Nikki asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Mixelle, "Mm, mm-mm?" She shrugged and put her head against his shoulder.

"What's with you?" Vince asked, "Nuffin," she said, "You're a bullshit artist, now tell us what's wrong or I'm gonna give ya a knuckle sandwich," Tommy said, "I'm just tired," Mixelle whined.

She huffed with a pout as Nikki bounced a bit to make sure she wasn't sliding off of his back, "Tired physically, or mentally?" He asked as he held her legs, "Bothhhh," she whined and hid in his neck, "Why both?" He asked, "Ugh, shuddup and stop asking me questions before I strangle you," she groaned.

"Someone's on their time of the month~" Tommy sang, dodging a swishing fist, "Jesus Christ!" He squawked and ran up ahead a little to make sure he wouldn't get punched.

Meanwhile Mick frowned, she never acted like this...

"Oh my god! How much longer?!" Tommy groaned, "Oh my god, just she the fuck up," Vince groaned, "Shut your mouth," Mixelle said and whined when Nikki grabbed her hand, he pinched it gently, "Baby hand," he sang teasingly, "Go fuck yourself," she said making him chuckle.

Finally... They arrived, slightly out of breath but all in one piece.
Mixelle hopped down and walked through the venue and found the backstage room, laying down on a red leather couch and back turned to them as they walked in.

"Sweetie, you feelin alright?" Mick asked softly as he gently rubbed her shoulder, she hummed and nodded, head pressed against the leather couch as she sat in silence.

The boys all sat down in arm chairs, talking about stuff while Mixelle slowly closed her eyes.

Mick reached over to rub his daughters shoulder making her hum slightly, turning over to face them, "You alright?" He asked, she nodded and went to scratch her thigh as it was itchy, however she yelped quietly and took her hand away.

"Did you get hurt?" He asked, "Mhm," she yawned, "Show me later," he said and played with her hair.

Now there was no way she could get out of it, fuck.