The day the music died

My name is Leena Truman. I'm 17, and I live in Moore, Oklahoma. Ever since I can remember, I've had an obsession with music, and instruments, and singing, and just anything that involves a beat or melody or tune. My mom always tells me about what a happy baby I was, always dancing and giggling and smiling. And I stayed that way until I turned nine. On my ninth birthday, (august 18) my Daddy got drunk and Mom kicked him out. I remember everything that happened that day. My parents argued. Mom made him leave. He took the truck and left. The next thing I know, the police are at our door. Daddy was in a wreck, He ran a red light and was hit by a semi. He didn't even make it to the hospital. Happy Birthday to me, huh? He was the reason I loved music so much. He was in a band in his teens, Called the Crimson apes. They would go to different bars and play gigs. One night, at a bar called 'LOONEYS' The Crimson Apes had a gig. After the show, my mom went up to my dad (the lead singer) and put on a show of her own.. and well, that's where I came from. When Daddy found out that he had gotten one of his 'groupies' pregnant, he quit the band and married her. Because he was doing what was right. And nine years later in our old, broken home, on my birthday that 'groupie' that he had grown to care so much for, kicked him out and made him leave. And that was the end of him. Ever since then, things really haven't been the same. Before the accident, we would go sit in his truck with the Windows down and the music loud. Our favorite song was 'Wish you were here by Pink Floyd.' I sure wish my daddy was here.