Billionaire's daughter!

Part 2

"Erm, how are you?" Ashley asked as the coversation became awkward.

"Good, my dad's just released his new movie so you know, you?" I answered.

"Ahh yeah, the new iron man but yeah I'm good, still single and loving it!" he said.

"Cool, I just gotta g-go get a drink" I said as I ran to the buffet, as I did I started to see my surroundings in more detail. The ceiling was gilded around the edges with beautiful gold and the walls were a soft gold with cream swirls in an antique pattern but the most amazing part was the lamenate flooring that my feet seemed to sink into even with my converse on. I made it to the buffet and found my dad flirting with a young girl that was dressed and looked like a slut, her make-up looked as if it had been done by a 3-year old with bright pink lipstick smeared across her orange face and a dress that lets face it was 4 sizes too small. He saw my digusted face and he guided the girl away with him, he'd probably sleep with her even though he's got my step-mum, stupid guy! Andy's face appeared in the crowd as he made his way with juliet towards me, they were a perfect couple to me as the seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

"Sorry about earlier but its been awhile since we've seen you and it can get a bit awkward, you know" Andy said with a smile and hug for me.

"I totally get it, honest but lets not hog the conversation" I said motioning to Juliet.

"Yeah, Andy stop it!" She said whilst giving him a light punch in the arm.

"Sorry, its just been awhile..." Andy stopped but he wanted to say more.

"What?" I said notecing his behaviour.

"Andy, ask her, go on" Juliet said.

"Okay, do you want to go with us on our new tour for the new album because we need back-up dancers a-and.." he trailed off.

"Err, Yeah but when are you going because with dad's new film, we kinda have to go through the whole happy family routine, so?

"We leave in 3 weeks so that the album and tickets can be sold and resold"

"3 WEEKS!!??" I screeched.

"Shhhh!" 

"Sorry, but yes-yes I'll go!" 

"Awesome, oh and you'll have to sleep in the tourbus or hotel?"

"I spent most of my life in my dad's household so I think I can handle a tourbus!" I joked.

"Okay, we'll go let the guys know" They then disapperead into the crowd and vanished from my sight.

I was so excited to get a break from the agony of my family life that I almost didn't notice my dad being dragged out by John, his bodygaurd. I instantly rushed to his side, "What's going on?" I said in panic.

"He barfed on the floor and he needs to go home!" John replied.

"I'll get the limo ready around the back then most of the press won't see him" He nodded in agreement as I called the driver to tell him the news. John carried my dad put the back with me trailing behind as Andy and the guys watched in worry. 

Andy quickly got the idea and informed the others as he ran to help (alone), "Anything I can do?" He panted.

"No, just keep an eye out for flashing lights or fans!" I called to him.

We managed to get my dad to the car before he vomited all over my dress, THANKS!

We clambered in to find a photographer taking a picture of me with the dress in full view, I shouted to John that he was there and slammed the door with me inside holding a bowl to my dad's chest, hoping to avoid any projestile vomit. I could smell the alchol off his breath and my dress as we sped home, I tried to inform the door gaurd that we were on our way through my cell but it took awhile with my dad singing next to me and calling me awful names that in truth were harsh, even fot him. Susan ran to the door and helped John carry dad in with him spilling his guts everywhere but I was ordered to get cleaned up and make sure my brothers stayed upstairs where they should be. Luckily my brothers were to zoned out to even notice what was going on and just slept, phew! I carefully wriggled out of the dress and put it in the washer and put on a pair of joggers and an old vest top with hoodie, I went downstairs and spoke to Susan about the tour but after a few minutes she agreed that it would be good publicity if I went away from dad but that I'd have to be careful as the press wouldn't stop at nothing o get a pic of me being like my dad or being a "rebel child". Susan, my dad's agent and John sat down aranging my tour stuff as even though we had 3 weeks, it had to be "pre-planned and pre-booked" as Jane (my dad's agent) spoke to Mac and BVB's other important people. In truth I didn't give a hoot about the details, I just wanted to escape from my family life!