Brent's Daughters One Shots

The Concert Creep

Brent was onstage singing "Adrenaline" to his audience at a concert. As he walked across the stage, he stopped to lean down and sing to a small part of his audience and then stood up straight. He looked over to the other side of the stage- and saw his youngest daughter, Quinn, down in front of the crowd among the security guards, flinching away from a man who was leaning over the fence trying to touch her. Every bit of cool in Brent's mind shattered. He stopped singing and felt his blood start to boil and rush in his ears. It seemed as though time had slowed down and hours had passed before he bolted to the other side of the stage, screaming furiously. "HEY!" he bellowed, stopping dead in his tracks in front of the man who had been harassing his daughter. "STOP THE GODDAMN MUSIC!" he yelled at his band, all of whom stopped playing their instruments at once. He pointed straight at the man. "YOU FUCKING PERVERT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" The man looked startled, confused, and embarrassed at the same time. Brent's fingers tightened around his microphone. "I am all the way at the other side of this stage, and I look over and the first thing I see is your filthy-ass hands all over MY DAUGHTER!" he screamed. The entire stadium was silent now. His daughter was clinging to John, the band's head security guard, a terrified look on her face. Her eyes were welling up with tears, and she was shaking uncontrollably. The security guard was holding her close to him protectively, watching Brent yell at the man and trying to calm her down. "What were you saying to her?" Brent demanded. "I saw you talking to her! What the fuck did you say to my daughter, creep?" The man just stared at him. He was obviously drunk and hadn't thought he would get caught, especially not by the lead singer of the band he had come to see. Brent pointed to his daughter, trembling with anger. "That is MY BABY!" he shouted. "The light of my goddamn life, and you were sexually harassing her!" Other security guards were gathering around them now, ready to escort the man out of the show on Brent's orders. He glared at the man. "You are banned from every single Shinedown concert from now until the day all four of us are dead and gone. Get out of this stadium now and do not try to re-enter or I will have you arrested." Turning to the security guards, he said, "Get him out," and pointed to the exit. The guards grabbed the man by his arms and pushed him through the crowd. The rest of the audience began to cheer as the man was escorted out of the stadium. Brent watched them go, and when they were out of sight, he turned to look at his daughter. She was still clinging to John. He took a step toward her, and she broke away from the security guard and ran to him, tears streaming from her eyes. "Daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around him. Brent hugged his daughter tighter than he ever had before. She sobbed into his shirt. "I was so scared," she said, hyperventilating. "He was trying to flirt with me and it was so creepy, I just didn't know what to do." "Shhh, I know," Brent said, kissing his daughter's head. "I know, baby. It's okay. It's all over now." John was coming over. "Brent, I am so, so sorry," he said. "I stepped away for just a second, I swear." "Hey, man, don't sweat it," Brent said. "I don't blame you." His daughter hugged him tighter, still crying. "Shhhh," Brent said softly, stroking her head. "Daddy's here, baby girl. Daddy won't let anyone hurt you." She sniffled. "How about you and Gabs sleep with me tonight, okay?" he asked. She nodded. Later that night, in Brent's hotel room after the show, his daughters crawled into his bed and curled up on either side of him. He let them snuggle in as he wrapped his arms protectively around them. "Go to sleep, my little flowers," he whispered. "You're safe with Daddy." His daughters were asleep soon, and he closed his eyes and smiled.