Bars was your father. Tonight, he was performing yet another show. Normally, you and your mother were front and center during every show Sunshine Wasteland, the band your father was apart of, performed, but this night, you were sick, so your mother opted to stay back at the hotel with you.

You'd spent a good portion of the night whining about wanting to go. Now Bars was back, having decided to skip out on the after party so he could see you. "Hey, sweetheart," He greeted, sitting by your bed. "Are you feeling any better?"