Sick show! Dimebag let go off the whammy bar of the guitar and smirked at the crowd as he breathed heavily. That show was long. Dimebag wondered how his kid was doing backstage, did his girlfriend pick him up or is he with the band manager?

Going down the steps of the stage into the backroom, Dimebag observed the screaming and reaching fans with backstage lanyards around their necks outside the large doors. Dime gave a small smile at the fans before going to upstairs in the band practice area where his child was, picking them up and kissing their head. "Hi bub.. Daddy's gonna be right back, he has to say hi to the Pantera fans!" He spoke in a slightly lilted voice to entertain his little one.