Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter 18: What the Hell?!

Janie's POV: The tour has been fantastic. I had to assemble a new band because my old one abandoned me. I've got Devan on bass, and a 16 year old from Portland, Nick, on guitar. To be honest, he's really badass. The one thing I hate about the tour is having to quickly change outfits between certain songs. The outfits are cool though. It's kind of showing how I'm growing up. I went from that adorable little girl to a badass chick. I love it. I love hearing the audience cheer after every song. It's just amazing. Recently I've released videos for "Wasted 'N Wounded", "Rhythm Nation", and "Bloody Mary". I'm still planning videos for the others. Today I go on break from the tour for about a week. My dad's been with to do "Under Pressure" with me live, but he headed home before me. I get home today though.
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David's POV: I am going to mess with Janie. On the way home yesterday, I showed Iman a Roman Atwood video where he filled his house with plastic colored ball-pit balls and surprised his wife when she got home. Since Janie's becoming a little stressed from the tour, I want to help her wind down. Making her feel like a kid again will work. Iman and I moved the furniture out of the way. I called some friends of mine to get the balls. Another had gotten a trampoline and we set it up in the living room. We started filling the house with the balls. I was filming it so Janie could upload it to her YouTube channel later. Eventually, the whole house was filled. We got some of her friends to come over as well. My phone rang. "Shhh! Quiet!" I yelled as I made my way to my phone. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey, what's up?" Janie asked. "Nothing really. Just hanging with your mother." I said. "Well, I'll be home in about 20 minutes." She said. "Great, just use the back door. Something's up with the front one and it's sticking." I said, creating an excuse. "Ok. Love you." She said. "Love you too." I said before hanging up. "Quick! Help me!" I said. We grabbed some cardboard and covered the window on the back door. We used some more to create a wall. We filled it to the top with the balls so that when she opens the door they'll fall into her. I couldn't help but laugh and get anxious. Sorry Janie!
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Janie's POV: I got home and made my way to the back door like dad said. I saw these hug white plastic bags in the backyard. "What the—" I said to myself.  I saw the back door was covered with something. I opened it, and all these colored plastic balls came tumbling out! My parents were laughing on the other side of it. The entire living room was filled with them! My friends were playing in them as well, my 17 year old friends! And there's a god damn trampoline! "What the hell?!" I yelled as I walked in. My dad was still laughing. It's fantastic to see a genuine smile from him again. "Surprise!" He said. I ran and did a belly flop into the balls. I felt like a kid again. "We thought this would help you destress." Dad said. "You were right!" I said as I continued playing around. This is awesome...