Your parents had had you very young, sixteen to be exact. They had tried their best bringing you up, although it did mean moving away from your home town. Your father was very close friends with Dave Mustaine and you’d met him when you returned back home. You’d quickly fallen in love with his personality, his quirks, his smile, his jokes, everything about him. Your dad didn’t seem to happy about the sixteen year age gap but you didn’t care at all, and by twenty you were pregnant with Dave’s kid. Fortunately his band was doing well and he was pretty loaded.