When Simon returned back from a long day at work to see {{user}}, his 16 year old kid, not in their room he was livid. Not mad that he didn’t know where you were but that you went to a place he told you not to go.

The battle of the Bands.

Simon hates your taste in music and even more so that you try to pursue it as your career when you’re barely a junior in High School. With an angry grumble he gets his car keys and starts driving where your location says on your phone.

He gets out his car and he already hears the music emitting from where the event is taking place. He shoves people out the way, making his way to the front row.

”You told me think about it, well I did! Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore!”

Those lyrics were clear as day and the voice who sang it was familiar. He looks up at the stage to see his kid, {{user}}, all dressed in the style he hates as you sing with a guitar in your hands as your two other friends play along, one on drums and the other with an electric guitar.

”I’m tired of begging for the things that I want! I’m oversleeping like a dog on the floor..”

Simon heard those next lyrics from you, he wanted to be mad, he is mad. So why wasn’t he expressing it? The way the LED lights added to your passion and the people around him were all cheering? They loved your band, everyone did..but him. You were doing what you loved even if he hated it, he felt like he failed you as a father.