Angel in My Eyes (MIW fanfic)

Chapter 2: We Grow Quickly (Skye's POV)

-14 years later-

I was sitting at the merch tent at Warped Tour meeting with everyone who was excited to meet the band. Like my father, the fans only knew my last name to be Motionless. I was fine with that. I didn't think I'd want anyone to know what my true last name is anyway. I didn't want anyone to find me on Facebook, which I had made against my father's wishes. I kept it private that way I would be allowed to keep the profile.

"Hey, Skye, is your dad available for an interview?" a man dressed in blue jeans and blue Aeropostale shirt asked.

"Bryan!" I said happily. "Let me just call him and find out okay?"

"Sure, thank you."

I nodded and sent a quick text to my dad so he would know Bryan was looking for him. Knowing my mom, she was running around like a crazy lady trying to make the set perfect.

"Look, Hailey, it's Little-Miss-No-Talent," a girl called as she passed by me. I growled under my breath as my dad walked up behind me.

"Skye Rae, will you do sound check for me?"

"Sure, Daddy!" I said with a wide smile, letting the merch dude take my spot. I all but ran to the stage. As I stood front and center, I watched as my uncles started sound check and playing the beginning of Sinematic. I wondered for a moment why they weren't doing the BryanStars interview as well, but before I could ask, I could feel the eyes of fans on me. It was like I didn't have control. It was just me and the band. This must have been what my father felt like on stage.

"The Wall That I Have Built To Keep You Out Is Starting To Rust

Because Everything Around Me Just Reminds Me Of Us

I am An Addict For Dramatics, Black Hair And Pale Skin

Yet I'm Still Collecting Bones, But That's Why Closet's Are For Skeletons

Undress Your Body, Hold It Over My Head

Because You Know That If You Knock Then I Will Always Let You In I've Been Numb For So Long That I Forgot How To Feel

So I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart, Just Fuck Me Till We Disappear

You Said You'd Never Hurt Me

Now This Is All That We Have Left

You Were Supposed To Save Me From Myself"

I was still amazed at myself; at the age of fourteen, I could easily sing my father's songs. I noticed someone was filming me, but I easily ignored it. I busied myself by helping to check every mic within one song. I felt exhilarated and full of energy; I was on a music high, and it was only going to get better once I was back in the pit for the day.

I hated that the set was only a half hour long, but at least each day we got to do it again. I was the first one back on the bus, going to my laptop so my school work would be done for the next day, and I didn't have to wait to help out. Everyone else slowly joined me in the bus.

"I'm sorry to bother you all, but is a Skye Rae Cerulli here?" a man with a deep voice asked.

My father stepped between us. "Depends... Why do you want to see her?" Damnit, I hated when my dad got over protective like this, and I couldn't see who was asking for me.

"My name is Richard Brown, and I am the head of Youth Voice. We look for young artists with talent and offer scholarships for the best art schools in the area."

"My daughter is good, but-"

"Daddy! Hear Mr. Brown out, I might be able to audition for Young Juliard back home with his help," I begged.

"That is true, one of the top schools in Scranton."

When my dad sighed, I knew I had gotten my way, and he was going to consider what the guy had to say. "I didn't know that there was such a scholarship."

"We are fairly new. Usually we give our scholarships to those who don't have famous parents, but when I heard your daughter wasn't part of the school yet, I became curious."

"I know she can get in, I just didn't think she'd be able to get online courses as she does now," my dad explained. "I bring her on tour with us since her mother is our tour manager. It's easier on us."

"I do understand, and the school would be more than happy to oblige, but she would have to prove herself."

"Oh, that would be no problem," I said happily.

"How about we think about this, Skye?" my dad offered. Mr. Brown took the hint, telling my dad to think about the offer and left his card.