Perfectly Reckless

Chapter 6

Millennium Festival 2003

"Bottom's up!!" dad yelled. We clinked our shot glasses together but we felt devastated because as of today, dad is retiring from being our bassist. This show that we will play tomorrow is going to be his last gig with us and I couldn't help but cry. Yeah, I may hang with the guys and everything but I'm a woman you know. I can't help these emotions from coming especially at that time of the month.

"Oh God, Lzzy! Are you crying?" Damn it RJ. Can't you be a little bit louder? I'm already embarrassed from crying in public and now you wanna rub the salt on my wound?

"Lzzy, don't cry! I'm just getting old. I don't wanna be in the way of you guys making it big."

I pulled dad into an embrace and cried on his shoulder. Eventhough I'm the eldest but I can't deny that when I'm with dad, I'm practically his baby daughter.

"Promise you will go on tour with us, if we ever get one?"

"Of course, darling." He kissed my forehead and clinked his glass with mine.

"So, tonight do we have to sleep in the van again or what?" RJ asked, downing his shot in one go.

Yes, among the times we jumped from gig to gig, while waiting for Larry to hook us up with huge festival like this, we had to bunk in our crammed van filled with instruments and bags. Unless the show provided us a place to stay then we would be so content with it.

"Tonight I'll book us a hotel. With a separate room for Lzzy so she doesn't have to shower in public restroom anymore."

I chuckled and rested my head on dad's shoulder. "Thank you dad."

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My palms are sweaty as I checked myself in the backstage mirror. I wore a leather sleeveless jacket with my leather skirt and a pair of leather gloves on my arms. A rock star gotta wear leather stuff once in a while. It's compulsory. Heh.

My Gibson SG strapped on my shoulder and I can feel butterflies roamed inside my belly already. Listening to the voices of the crowds, murmuring, yelling and screaming our names are like a shot of drug into my vein.

David fucking Ellefson was speaking on the stage about his achievement in founding Megadeth until now and I couldn't wait to meet him face to face. I gotta take a picture with him. Or ask for his autograph on my Gibson or something. I threw a glance at dad. He was smiling listening to RJ and Joe's argument about random things and my eyes pooled again.

This is the last gig I'll have with dad. We are on our own after this.

"Hey Lzzy, you're ready?"

I turned around and my eyes widened at the sight of Larry, our manager and Matt beside him. What the hell is he doing here?

"Hey Larry," I hugged him briefly but my eyes still glared at Matt. "Yeah I guess I am. What are you doing here?"

"We're here to check up on you."

"Check up on us? Why, do you think we can't make it?" Poor Larry, I was actually ranted it out on Matt.

"No, no. It's the opposite. We wanna watch your awesome performance. It was Matt's idea."

I raised my eyebrows. Matt was blushing hard that his face just turned into a vivid red. He gritted his teeth and whispered into Larry's ear but I can hear him.

"Damn it Larry. Why do you sell me out?"

Larry chuckled nervously and patted my shoulder, saying good luck before leaving us to head towards dad, RJ and Joe.