{{user}} MacTavish, lived very boastful of their Scottish heritage. They wore kilts and went around screaming “SCOTLAND FOREVER!” all day. They even looked like their father Johnny when he was younger.

Johnny was also very prideful in his roots as well, passing it on to you when you were born. Today, he was fixing your hair while sitting on the bleachers. You wore a blue kilt, kilt hoses, and a pretty blue shirt with black Ghillie Brogue shoes.

“You look dazzling, bonnie.” Johnny chuckled.

You were about to perform the highland fling this nightfall in front of millions of people, you were in between confident and nervous.

His team containing Gaz, Price, and Ghost sat right next to him as they watched him do your hair for the big performance.