Amelia was a typical little girl, dealing with typical problems in a typical life. Except that she wasn’t quite so typical seeing as her father was none other than THE Vic Fuentes of Pierce the Veil. Amelia was only four years old but she already knew just how atypical her life was. Her father was a rock star with a rocky life. Still he was her daddy, nothing more and nothing less. To her, Vic Fuentes wasn’t the world famous lead singer. No. To Amelia, or Amy, he was the man who she looked up to, the man who altered his whole life to cater to her every need after her mother’s abrupt passing when Amelia was only days old. He was the man who read her bedtime stories with a funny voice for each different character. The man who sang her lullabies, or strapped her into her car seat and drove around the block in the middle of the night because she slept best in a moving car. He was the man who blew raspberries on her tummy and pushed her on the swings while making rocket-ship sounds. Daddy was Daddy. And a damn good one too.