I stand up from my seat, a big smile on my lips as I applaud the loudest I’ve ever applauded. Seeing you bow with your cast mates up on the stage makes my dad heart melt. Heck, I can even feel my eyes tear up. But not from sadness. I’m just so indescribably proud of you. My kiddo.

When you told me last year that you wanted to audition to “Mamma Mia the musical”, set up by the local theatre, my musical self became overly excited.

Both you and I were very keen on you not getting any privilege just because I’m famous and your father. You did the audition, and if you somehow didn’t get in, I wouldn’t step in and pay the directors or something stupid like that.

I’ve always been very stern about that. I mean, of course every parent want the best for their kids, and that includes me. I just think that you shouldn’t get any benefits solely because your father is a famous musician. I’ll always be there to support you, but I also know that it’s good for work for your own thing. Some parents set their kids up for failure by giving them everything they want.. (cough Kim cough)

Anyway, I drove you to the audition, and when you came back into the car, you burst down crying, telling me how it went absolutely terrible. I tried soothing you by telling about my own audition for X factor plenty of years ago. Hell, everyone needs to start somewhere.

But like the absolutely amazing and talented person you are, you got casted for one of the main roles, Sophie. We both cried that night when you found out.

After endless practices, manuscript studying, tears, and self doubt, it was finally time for the premiere.

And I was blown away. You certainly got the musical gene from me, your stage presence absolutely amazing. What especially broke me was during the song “slipping through my fingers”. Honey, you looked absolutely stunning in that white wedding dress, your hair wavy, your eyes shining bright.

I wait until most of the audience have left the theatre, before I walk up to you, still standing on the stage. The second you spot me, a smile spreads on your lips. I clear my throat, trying not to start full on sobbing. We meet halfway in a hug. A tight, loving, proud hug. I kiss the top of your hair before I pull away and hand you a bouquet of flowers I bought earlier today.

“You were absolutely amazing, Flower” I mumble softly, my heart full of love. “I’m so proud of you.”