The Rockstar's Daughter

Chapter Five

"Grand Rapids! How ya doin'? Aye, Cookie, get me a beer!" Kalem shouted. I grabbed the cold canned beverage and threw it to him. He grabbed his pocket knife and stabbed it. He drank the bottle through the hole and threw it in the crowd when he was done.

Kalem was obviously drunk, or tipsy. He got on the drums and puked on his left side.

I played on my phone and texted my best friend, Veronica. I went backstage and found a bathroom. I sat on the counter and called her.

"Hey," she yelled.

"Hiya! Can you, um, come to, uh, Grand Rapids? We're here for two days. Can you make it?"

"Of course! Am I sharing your bunk, again?"

"Yeah? Or the couch?"

"I'll kick you off every now and then," she laughed.

"Start packing. Can your mum drive you here?"

"Uh huh! Bye!" She hung up and I left the bathroom.

I walked to my dad's dressing room and ate his chips with salsa while playing games on my phone. I took snaps of eating the chips with filters. I tweeted at fans to be nice.

I got comfortable on a comfy, brown leather chair.

@HOWDBiGgEsTfAn Are you going to any of the shows? We always see you.

@EloraIsEmber No. I'm grounded for a week.

I posted stuff on Instagram and scrolled through, but I stopped when I saw an old photo of me crying and Ezra comforting me. As the caption it says, Elora fell and dropped her ice cream. Ezra is such a good brother.

I smiled at the memory and searched up Elora and Ezra Bite memories on YouTube. Yes, people actually post videos like this. I tapped on a random one and watched it.

They was photos of me and Ezra, sometimes with my dad or one of our dogs. It was absolutely beautiful.

"You ate my salsa?" Dad asked.

"Oh, sorry. When did the show end?"

"Two minutes ago . . ." he trailed off, looking at me expectantly​. I sighed and paused the video. I kicked my feet up on the coffee table. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said and played games in my phone, ignoring him.

"Well, that's good 'cause we're getting a reality TV show!"

"What's it called?" I yelled and jumped up. My hands started to shake in excitement as I jumped up and down like a bunny on steroids.

"The Bites Definitely Bite," he said and did jazz hands. I laughed and then frowned​ at him. "What's wrong?"

"Tour doesn't end till two months,"

"Yeah?"

"When does it start?"

"When tour ends."

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After​ two longs months, we were home. I walked in and carried my stuff to the living room. I placed down the bags in the middle of the floor and sat on the couch. "Dad?"

"Hm?"

"When does the dud that explains everything comes?"

"Thirty minutes. Go get washed up!"

I ran up the stairs and into my room. I got a pair of white high waisted shorts and an oversized grey sweater with black knee high socks. I carried the stuff into the bathroom in my room and took a shower. I got changed into the clothes and put my dirty clothes that I have been wearing since last night into the dirty clothes hamper.

I ran downstairs and plopped on the leather couch. I pushed play on reruns of Roseanne and watched the episode where they figure out Darlene is pregnant.

"Hey Dad?" I yelled. He ran down the stairs wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His black/brown hair was slicked back with water.

"What?" he said, the a sounded more like an e, so 'whet'.

"What would you do if I got pregnant like Darlene?"

"I'd beat the bitch's ass who got my daughter pregnant?" he said in more of a question way.

"Well, would you let him live with us like David?"

"Uh, no." he said and jumped next to me on the couch. I scooted into the armchair and brought my knees to my chest. I was still snuggle into the armchair.

We both heard a knock and looked at each other. I pushed him off the couch and shewed him away.

I heard noises enter the living room. It was four people, three boys and one girl. I smiled politely and awkwardly waved. The guy smiled and they sat on the other couch.

I turned off the TV with the remote and turned to them. "Hello, I'm Jerry."

"Elora," I smiled at them.

"We know,"

Dad sat next to me and gave me a reassuring smile. "So, how does this work?"

"To throughout your day and we'll edit the videos. You can look at them before we release it."

"Okay. When do we start?"

"Tomorrow."

I perked up, "that's when Ezra comes home!" Dad patted my head, not looking at me; instead he was talking to them. I frowned and went upstairs. I plopped on my white, fluffy bed and brought out my phone.

I called my uncle and he answered. "When are you taking my dogs home?" I asked.

"Ugh, now?" he asked.

"Ten minutes top! I miss my baby!" I said into the phone and hung up. I turned on the smart TV and watched season three of Shameless. I just started watching it on tour. I'm a big Gallavich fan.

I watched an episode and then I heard paws tapping on wood, and then a, "what the fuck!" Their fucks always sound like fock. I laughed until Geeky jumped on my small stomach.

I coughed and laughed as she licked my face. "Who's a good girls?" She barked in response and I petted her. She laid next to me and watched Shameless till I fell asleep.