Nothing else matters

The show was amazing, I was in the front row screaming my lungs out, some fans looked at me with awe, I don’t know if it was my screaming or that they saw me with my father, some girl asked me if I was his daughter but I quickly denied it, it was stupid to deny it because she saw me with Lars, how could I explain that, he is my god father? No I don’t think is a good excuse.


“Hey bitch, you could of said you were here.” I turn around to see Jamie standing three feet away from me. “Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask confuse, three girls between me and Jamie in the line of the meet and greet. “Hey you guys wanna move one up?” I ask, they quickly nodded I moved over to where Jamie stood,



“When did you came back?” I ask Jamie, Kurt Hammett the lead guitarist of Metallica’s daughter she is nineteen, and a whole lot of crazy. “Been back for a week now,” She grumbles pushing her blonde hair back, curly just like her father’s hair. “You could of called me.” I stated crossing my arms. “You better move before I kick your ass.” She snaps pointing her chin to the door. I sigh and move forward. “Did your dad do this?” She asks with her brow raise. “Yes, did yours?” “Yes, but I lost my backstage pass, fucking Kim.” Kim is her little sister my age, now that is a bitch, rubbing in every ones faces that her father is in a famous band.



Me and Jamie not so much, we prefer not to be attention whores. “My dad is fucking kill me.” I groan. “I am not going.” She whispers. “Why not, we always dreamed of going on tour with our fathers.” I mumble. “I want to have a life, I don’t want to live in my father’s shadow, and neither should you.” She says shaking her head side to side. “I am going to Las-Vegas for the week, you wanna come?” Two opportunities, which one do I choose. “Think it over, it’s out turn.” Jamie points to the guard who is calling us.


“I don’t get it, why?” I am still stunned that she is going to LV without telling her dad, Kurt is going too pissed. “Thank you.” She winks at Ashley. “Don’t tell him.” Forgetting that I am in front of BVB, my mind is in a new place that not includes me wanting to fuck Andy Biersack.


“Did you enjoy the show bell?” Andy asks with a huge smile. “On first name basis, what will daddy think?” Jamie says trying to piss me off. “It was amazing, like always.” I say as he hands me my cd. “She really loves you, you know.” She says to Andy pointing to me, what the fuck Jamie! “Jamie, quit it.” I snap angrily at her. “You wanna hang with us tomorrow?” CC asks me with a weak smile.


Jamie scoffs, knowing I will say yes and will be in deep shit. “I swear to God Jamie if you tell I will end you.” I say with a cheery tone. “I would love to.” I mumble. “What’s up with you two?” Jake points his pen to me and than to her. “We can’t actually date rocks stars because our fathers are-” With anger I punch her in the back.


“Pizza hut, three o clock?” “We did not say anything about dating.” Andy stated. “Not yet.” She says with a sly smile. “Goodbye Isabelle Ulrich.” She winks walking away. Fuck! “So I will see you tomorrow.” The words coming out to quickly, I really don’t want them to know! “Bye.” I say jogging away. Jamie you fucking bitch!



I walk out seeing my father’s black mustang parked with him sitting on the hood smoking a cigarette, I stroll to him trying to figure out what to say to my father, ‘oh hey dad I saw Jamie today, she is going to Vegas and wants me to come with.’ No, that won’t work.


“Explain.” My dad snaps not even a hello or how was the concert. “My phone was on vibrate, sorry dad.” I whisper. “Bell!” No. I close my eyes hearing Andy’s voice piercing through my ears. “Explain.” Dad snaps again this time with anger in his tone. I twirl around before Andy could see my father.


“Hey, what’s up?” Stay calm. “My number, you know to call me.” I giggle thanking him in my thoughts that he is not mentioning what Jamie said. I took the piece of paper pushing into my pocket. “You look really nervous.” Andy says touching my arm, yes I am shivering with fear not cold. “You okay?” I nod too quickly. I need to do this fast before my father see me. I turn around to see him walking up to us. “Oh god,” Turning back to Andy.


“See you tomorrow.” With that I kissed his cheek, which feels so good. His hand still on my arm, “I will send you my Skype address.” I whisper running back to my father. “Who is that?” I shook my head grabbing his arm pushing him to the car. “Come lets go I am tired.” I say opening his door pushing him in. I turn back to the venue to see Andy still standing there eyeing me, oh no he knows I am hiding something

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