They're With the Band(On hold changing plot and all that jazz)

Chapter 3

Note: I went and changed who a few characters are and Phoenix is no longer Phoenix Sixx, I didn't want this to turn into a fan fiction and my Nikki Sixx fantasy go cray cray to where it ended up awkward......yeahh....I'm just gonna stop there. hehe.

Also, this has taken me forever to write I keep getting distracted and I'm sick which blows. Buuut, It's 4am and I'm not going to sleep until I get this finish and the next couple of chapters.

Phoenix POV

"You think our  lyrics are meaningless?" Slater asked.

"Well, that is what I just said." I said, while rolling my eyes. 

"How could you think that? When is the last time you even listened to our music?"

"Nobody wants to listen to a song that talks about how much ass you get and how you drink your life away." I said while  pulling up to my house, "I last heard  a song by y'all about a year ago."

"You should really listen to some of our more recent stuff, we have gone back to our roots." 

I smiled "I'll think about it." We all got out of the car and walked in to my house. Slater and Zander looked around taking in every detail of the living room. The walls are painted red, everything in the room is either black, red, or gold. I walked over to the couch and plopped down, "Make yourselves at home, my dads probably upstairs screwing some groupie." I said as I turned on the TV.  

"Who's this?" Slater asked pointing at a picture on the mantel. 

I grimaced. "My mother." 

"Your mom's a famous groupie?" Zander asked.

I nodded and turned my attention back to the TV. I hate my mother with a burning passion, she left my dad and I on Christmas Eve to run off with some random rock star that she met while Christmas shopping. I haven't seen her in 10 years, if my dad had gotten rid of all the pictures of her like I asked him too, I probably wouldn't even remember her. My dad refused to get rid of anything that reminded him of her, he still has hope that she'll one day come back. I will never understand how he still loves her so much and wants her back, after everything she has put us through. 

"Hey baby girl." I heard my dad say.

"Daddy!" I cried  and wrapped my arms around him, "I missed you so much." I choked out in between sobs. 

"Shh, baby girl don't cry." My dad whispered in my ear as he held me against his chest.

I rubbed my eyes, smearing my makeup in the process "How was tour?" I asked pulling away from him.

"It was awesome. I'll have to tell you all about it over lunch. But, first who are they?"  My dad said pointing over to Slater and Zander.

"That's Slater and Zander Broken, they play in Bruised Hearts and Broken Promises."

My dad nodded his head. "So, why are they here?"

"They wanted to meet you."

Whenever my dad heard that someone was a fan of his, it didn't matter who they were he treated them like family. Sometimes, he would even let his fans stay with us until they got back up on there feet. 

"I'm such a huge fan Mr.Taylor." Slater said sticking his hand out for my dad to shake.

My dad pulled Slater into a hug, "Please call me Blaze, Mr. Taylor makes me sound old." 

"Hi Blaze!" Zander said waving. "I'm Zander, you're awesome but you already knew that probably." 

My dad smiled and pulled Zander into a hug, "You're pretty awesome too."