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Who Is Daz Black

"LINDA!" I heard screamed from the basement. I intantly jumped up out of bed as it scared the living daylights out of me.

I rushed down to the basement to see what was going on.

"Daz! Is everything okay?" I said, barging in the door.

"Mo! Jesus shit." He said, sliding off his headphones. "Everything is fine, why wouldn't it be?"

"You screamed 'Linda!' and I wasn't sure if you meant Mo and just forgot my name or someone broke in the house or something."

Daz chuckled. "No, Linda is my imaginary assistant."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Imaginary?"

Is he insane?

"She just a running joke in my videos."

"So you essentially just scream into the void of nothing."

Daz cracked up. "I mean, that's one way to put it!"

"As long as she doesn't scream back, I don't care."

I walked over to his computer. He was watching a video of a dad and his two kids?

"Daz, what is this?" I asked.

"I'm doing a reacting video. It's to this family band called 'Three Beat Slide'."

"How is it?"

"Terrible." He didn't even hesitate.

"Can I see?"

He unplugged his headphones from the speaker and hit play. After 15 seconds I was done.

"Okay yeah, they're pretty bad." I agreed. "Why are you watching them?"

He shrugged. "That's what they wanted to see, I guess."

"People wanted to see you react to a sorry excuse for music?"

Daz laughed again. "Yes. Its a whole thing."

"Okay. I'll let you get back to it then." I said, fixing my hair.

"You're welcome to stay down here if you'd like." He said. "As long as you're out of the shot, I don't mind."

"Out of the shot?" I questioned.

"Yeah, just not ready to tell the fans that I have a kid right now. It's nothing against you, I promise."

"No I understand." I fake pouted. "I'm just too embarrassing."

"Cut the shit, Mo." He chuckled, and I chuckled with him. I pulled out a stool that he had in the corner of the room. He plugged his headphones back in and began watching the video again. I had to hold back from laughing so hard so that my voice wouldn't be tracked in the video. He wrapped up shortly after, and hit stop on his camera. He took a deep breath and leaned back on his chair.

"Done." He exhausted.

"Good. Get that shit online."

"I wish it was that easy. I've got to edit it."

"Ah, right." I said.

"I meant to ask you, you've always got your hair in your face. Do you need it cut or something? I can take you to go do that."

"No no, I'm good." I said a bit too quickly. "It's uhh... Acne. I just use it to cover my acne."

He paused. "On one side of your face?"

I shrugged. "Weird, right?"

He leaned on the side of his chair. "If you ever need to talk about it, I'm here to listen."

I got up and came over to him. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

He looked genuinely surprised. "Because... That's what people do?"

"Nobody has before you."

"Then that's on them." He said. "I'm still responsible for giving you a home where you feel safe. Even though I'm not your dad I still have the responsibility of stepping up and being there when he can't."

I collapsed into his arms. I didn't know how to feel. I feel... Safe. I've never felt this way in my life. He held me close.

"It's all going to be alright, okay?" He assured me.

It was.