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Dan POV:
"Wow, that's anxiety in one question." I reply.
"Okay, do you want me to tell you or not?" She says, still looking me in the eye.
"Do I wanna know?" I ask.
"If this feeling flows both ways..." She whispers.
I mentally face palm. "Why does everyone do that?" She snickers and says
"It's too easy, Dan." I turn on the car and start backing out.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you while you're driving... " She says.
"What?!?! You mean it's something big?" I say, panicking. Is she actually not my daughter? Does she know where her Mum is?
"No. I'll tell you when we get to wherever were going." She says.
"Alright, but I swear if you tell me you killed your mother or something, I'm going to..." I stop to think of a death threat thats not oddly specific. "Throw you off the top of the Peabody Opera House where were playing tonight right before the show and throw your suitcase down on top of you." Way to go, Dan. That was too specific.
"Oh...kay... I don't have to worry about that." She says.
I turn on the radio, which is entirely local radio. "Next, Oh I love this band. They're playing at the Peabody Opera House, Bastille." Says a radio announcer.
"Ayyye!" Laura says, turning up the radio. The opening riff to Blame fills the car. We pull out of the parking garage.
"Damn, these roads are icy." I mutter to myself
"You go sleep with the fishes..." The recording of my voice is joined with another one. Laura is singing softly with her head rested against the window.
"You sing too?" I ask.
"Yeah." She says. "Everyone does, it's just a question if they let others know. Ethan sings when he thinks he's alone. He's really good." There would have been a silence, but the radio blares out Blame.
"Have you already had lunch?" I ask, trying to break the awkwardness.
"No. But I'm not hungry." She says.
"Alright then. St. Louis has really good pizza, just saying." I say.
"The riff in this song," She starts. "On guitar, is it easy to learn?" She asks.
"I think. It's easy on piano." I reply. I nearly forgot she played guitar.
"I think we're almost here." I say, just to say something. We get off the highway and turn a corner.
"I remember that taco joint!" I exclaim. "We went there for a celebratory snack once because Woody's favourite football team won a really big game or something." I say, remembering how we were almost late to our own soundcheck. Laura looks out the window taking it all in. She's probably never really been outside Chicago before. We turn a couple more corners.
"There's the Arch." She points out. Our tour bus had passed it on the way into St. Louis from Indiana.
"Do you wanna go up in the top tomorrow?" I ask.
"That sounds awesome!" She says as we pull up to the venue.
"Whoa. This place looks amazing!" She says. She picks her bag up from off the car floor. We pull around back in the "artist entry" door.
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Lost Dad: Dan Smith
Fanfiction"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."
