Reconnecting With My Dad John

is that a date

*Johns pov*

What the hell is bob doing why is he dragging her towards the stage. He needs to take his hands of her before I break every single finger he has.

John was ranting to himself. Hating seeing his kid with a man. a grown ass man.

He seen bob step up to the mic and he mentally groaned to himself.

Is he going to sing to her in a fucking nightclub the sleazy asshole. Who does he think he is trying to swoon my daughter. Does he even know that she's my daughter? He must not know as if he did he would of backed the fuck away from her. Look at the way Tilly is looking at him. She is completely starstruck. I swear if he places one fingertip on her in a innappropriate way I'll cripple him.

"My friend  here would like to sing you a song. She's called Tilly and this is her first performance and she is nervous so please do me a huge favour and be nice to her"

Wait what did he say? Tilly is going to sing?. What I didn't even know she could sing. Why did she never tell him that she could sing.

John suddenly felt horrible and this sadness washed over him.

I really don't know my daughter at all. I've been out of her life for so long that I hardly know my own daughter. I've missed out on getting to know her. My own daughter is practically a stranger to me. I've been a horrible father.

He heard the opening strings to a song that he knew very well.

Wait what shes singing my song. She's singing in my life. I can't believe this. She knows my song.

John stood staring at this beautiful girl. Feeling so proud and bewildered that he had a part of creating such a beautiful and talented human.

She sounds so beautiful. She sings it better than I do. She obviously got all the talent in the family. I'm so amazed by her and now hearing her sing my song brought more meaning to it. The song suddenly meant more to me when i heard her sing the lyrics in my life I'll love you more it hit me differently. When i originally wrote it i wrote it with Cynthia in mind and now hearing those words i knew there for someone else. They were for Tilly because in my life I'll love her more and I will.

When she finished singing John felt some thing sliding down his cheeks and he realised he was crying. He was so moved by the way she sang that song.  He was so proud of her and was glad to witness her first performance even thought she didn't even know he was here.

Bob pulled Tilly into a hug and the anger and protectiveness came rushing to the surface.

"He needs to step away from my daughter"
He said aloud making people look at him and freak out seeing a ex beatle in there presence

"Oh my god it's John lennon" a drunken man shouted making everyone in the club look at him

*tillys pov*

Being in bob dylans arms felt like a dream. I felt like any second now I'll wake up and I'll be back at home getting ready to go to school

"Oh my god it's John lennon" I hear a drunk man shout

I pull away from bob to see my dad at the back of the club just staring at us. His eyes burning holes into bob.

"Oh boy this is gonna be bad"

"Why what's wrong?"

" my dad's extremely protective of me like extremely protective of me"

"But I just gave you a hug why would that be bad"

"Because he kinda knows that I have a crush on you"

Saying those words just instantly made me feel embarrassed. Like why did I have to admit that. He is probably going to think that I'm some crazy fangirl now.

"You do? Well how about we arrange to meet for dinner tomorrow night at about 8?. I'll pick you up?"

"I don't think I'll be allowed but I will try"

"What's going on here?"

Dad said now facing us his face telling me that he wasn't happy

"Nothing is happening"

"Then why was he hugging you?. You know how I feel about that"

" Dad it was just a hug. Stop being so protective and calm down your looking crazy and everyone is staring"

Dad looked around to see a bunch of people just staring at him. There faces full of happiness at seeing a beatle.

"Then let's get outta here then"

Dad grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me out of the club and away from bob before I could even  say goodbye.

Feeling the cool breeze hit my face was refreshing and it made me feel better. Though the fact I was meeting bob dylan tomorrow night made me feel like I was floating on air.

" what we're you doing in there with him?"

" I was cold so I tried my luck and I got in not knowing it was a club and he was just there. It was a stroke of luck"

"If say a stroke of bad luck"

We walked a few minutes in silence not really wanting to talk about why I left in the 1st place.

"Tilly have you been drinking?"

Oh here we go. I'm going to get a lecture about the dangers of alcohol.

"Of course not" I obviously told a fib.

"Tills I can smell it on your breath"

Shit I've been busted.

"Then why ask if you knew i had been"

"Because I wanted to know if you'd be truthful or not"

"I had 3 beers"

"Your 15. Your way to young to be drinking at all"

" I bet you drank when you were 15"

"Yeah I did and that's why I know it's no good for you"

"Ok whatever"

"Ok what's the attitude about? Lets clear the air and tell me what you really feel"

I don't think he's ready to know just yet how I really feel.