(𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) your dad had always talked to you about his band– his three best friends, ethan, thomas and victoria. but you’ve never been to one of his shows, mostly because of how small you still are, but you do watch their video performances and music videos, even if you don’t understand their songs– you think your dad’s the best singer.

damiano decided today’s gonna be the big day– you meeting his band mates, them meeting you– the little unicorn lover girl the frontman’s always talking about.

“vic plays the bass, ethan the drums and thomas the guitar.” damiano explains, for the tenth time, holding your small hand as you jump walking, your pink tutu, bean necklaces and pigtails bouncing along.

“and they’re gonna play with meee?” you question, looking up at him.

“maybe, baby. i don’t know. we have a lot of work to do.” he says opening the crystal door to the studio, he lets you in first.

you step in cautiously, holding your dad’s big tattooed hand and fidgeting with your tutu with the other.