Daughter To Famous

Esther Gunner, the only daughter to famous Rockstar Enoch Gunner, lead singer of Devil Five, has decided to write down her life so that people read it and figure out that it isn't as simple and easy as the movies picture it.

Follow Esther as she narrates you, the story of her life.

**Also posted in Figment


7. Chapter Seven



“Here we are! At the Arena where Devil Five have sold out, and still have thousands of fans outside trying to catch a glimpse of this amazing rock band! To make it even better, Little Devil Five will be the opening act, the middle act and the ending act.” The person from the TV said. “We can’t wait to see them and the real Devil Five rock out this amazing show!”


“Esther are you here?” Blaze questioned. 

“Yes.” I replied climbing down my bunk. “Do you know where my father is?”

“I’m here because of that.” Blaze said. “He wants to speak with you.”

“Oh well.” I sighed. “Might as well go and see what he wants.”

“Esther.” Blaze said grabbing my bicep. “What did you tell him at the dinner that made him come so mad?”

“I might have mentioned, that the person he wanted to sleep with was a tramp.” I replied. “Guess who was right.”

“You had no right.” Blaze said. 

“He had no right either.” I replied. “He made me take ‘social’ classes just for that. That’s not right.”

“He’s your father, and he wants the best for you.” Blaze explained. 

“If that was right, he should have make me take those classes, a long time ago.” I replied. “Where is he?”

“His dressing room.” Blaze replied letting me go. “Don’t be so hard on him.”


I nodded and walked to the dressing room. Ever since the night of the dinner, a week ago, my father and I haven’t even shared a look. He was beyond pissed, and I was beyond pissed as well. As I walked to the dressing I thought of all the possible scenarios that could happen. Three of them stuck out the most. 


1. My father could be still totally pissed at me and send me back home. Not so bad

2. My father would talk to me and we will forgive each other. Best scenario so far

3. My father decided that I was a pain in the ass and that I was grounded for the rest of my life… So not good. 


I stood in front of his dressing room. Here goes nothing… I knocked and the door opened reviling, a very tired father of mine. I looked at his eyes and he let me in. I stepped inside the room and stood awkwardly waiting for him to say something. I took in the surroundings and there were empty bottles of vodka, a Jack Daniel’s, and many more. 


My father closed the door and sighed. 


“Esther.” He said, his voice was really low, it was the voice he used when he told me that my mom had left us. 

“Enoch.” I replied turning around and faced him. “Before you say anything, would you listen to me?”

“Go ahead.” He replied.


This was so not planned…


“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. Life hasn’t been easy for either of us, and yet you manage to make it perfect for me, and I don’t always appreciate it. Dad, lord, you are like the biggest superhero and for some reason, I can’t accept it. I know I’m inconsiderate, rude, annoying, spoiled and everything that you wished I wasn’t, but I can’t change the way I am. I know you taught me better, but I can’t stand the image of you with another person. I will admit it, I am jealous. For basically all my life, you’ve always been with me, and the only girl in your life has been me. I had no right to do what I did at the dinner, but someone had to make you open your eyes and realise that the person you were going to be with, was a gold digger. I don’t even know what to say anymore, other than I am really sorry. Sorry for not being the perfect daughter, the princess. I’m just sorry.” I said, as a few tears escaped my eyes. I was really sorry. I had put my father through so much pain, that I really didn’t deserve any of his love. 

My father came closer and cleaned my tears, and he hugged me. “Esther.” My father started. “I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness. For the past couple of months, I’ve taken you for granted. I thought that you were old enough and that you didn’t need me anymore, and I was wrong, oh so wrong. Not only you need me, but I need you as well. I know that it’s hard, the relationship we have, the road, the tours, the constant spotlight, hell I know you hate it, yet you always put a smile on your face and perform. I know about the woman, I just, I just want to feel that love of someone. I know that it will be hard for you, but I want someone to love me that same way Blaze loves you. I’m sorry okay. I should have never done what I did to you. I-“

“Dude.” I smiled. “I think we’re both sorry and we both need to start telling each other more things.” I said. “So are we good?”

“We are good.” My dad smiled kissing my head. “Now, not trying to be a mood killer, you have band practice.”

“What are we singing?” I questioned. 

“Your favourites.” He smiled. “Devil Soul, Set of Five, Crown, and Angel Wings.”

“It’s gonna be a hell of a concert.” I winked walking towards the stage. 






I was sweating and without breath after the small concert we had just made. Blaze was thrown on the floor next to my side and Carl had to run to the bathroom. I poured my water bottle on my head and lay down next to Blaze. What my father told me about Blaze still ringed in my head. Was he right? Did Blaze love me as much as my father claimed? 


“Esther?” Blaze questioned. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something that my father said to me.” I replied with a sad smile. “I don’t know if it is true.”

“What did he say?” Blaze questioned, resting his head on his hand. 

“Something about love.” I sighed. “I really don’t want to believe it man.”

“Why not?” Blaze asked. “Is is bad?”

“No…” I replied somehow unsure. “It’s just that, I don’t know. If it is true it would be really awesome, and if it is not it would be a total bummer.”

“Esther.” Blaze smiled placing one of his hands on my cheek. “You know you can trust me with anything. Talk to me.”

I let out a sigh. “My father told me that he wanted for someone to love him the same way-” I started. 

“Ralph wants us all to go back to the dressing rooms.” Carl interrupted. 

“Sure.” I replied standing up. “I need to pee. I’ll get there soon.” I added and ran towards the bathroom.


As I ran to the bathroom, I saw that the wall were covered with photos of every act that had been on stage. I stopped dead on tracks when I saw a picture of Little Devil Five performing, sometime last year. I stared at the picture, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was standing in the front middle, with a microphone in hand, and the huge smile my father loves. Behind me, on the left side was Carl rocking out the guitar, on the right Hunter with the bass, right behind me and in the middle, was Robert with the drums, and somewhere between him and me, Blaze was with the piano and he was staring at me. His smile was a smile I hadn’t seen, it seemed one of those genuine smiles where you know that the person is in love. Tears clouded my eyes. It couldn’t be true. 


“Esther?” Mike questioned. “Is everything alright?”

“Does he love me?” I questioned. “Does Blaze love me more than just a friend?”

“Why are you asking that Esther?” Mike asked confused. 

“Answer the goddamn question Mike.” I hissed. “Does he or not?”

“He does Esther.” Mike sighed. “But he had never wanted to tell you.”

“Why not?” I argued, trying really hard not to cry. 

“Because he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship.” Mike replied rubbing his eyebrow. 

“Why hadn’t I realised it before?” I questioned to myself. “I have been taking him for granted. I’m a horrible person.”

“Esther no.” Mike sighed as he placed an hand on my shoulder. “You aren’t a horrible person. You just didn’t know.”

“How could I possibly not see the signs?” I questioned dropping his hand. “I’ll be in my bunk. If they ask for us as a middle show, say that I got sick of my throat.”

“I can’t lie Esther.” Mike said.

“Then say that I don’t want to see the world.” I replied and walked away. 


I ignored the shouting and everything. Could I had been so stupid? Of course Blaze loved me more than a friend. If it wasn’t like that, they he wouldn’t have kissed me, he wouldn’t be so sweet with me. I mean, Carl is sweet, but Blaze, Blaze is the biggest gentlemen I had ever met. I entered the bus and walked straight to my bunk, opening my laptop and checking my photos. There had to be more proof that Blaze liked me, or well, love me. 


I found an album that contained all the photos from the vacations we had with the band. I scrolled down to them, and in every photo I found, Blaze would have the same smile of he was staring at me. I sighed, letting the tears fall down my cheek. I loved him as well, I just never wanted to admit it. I closed the laptop and pulled my knees to my check and hid my face between them. I cried silently as I realised how much of an idiot I had been for the past couple of months. I was sobbing when   I felt a hand sooth my back. I carefully lift my head and turned to face the person. Blaze sat there, with the same smile I had seen in photos. 


“Why hadn’t you said anything?” I whispered.

“I didn’t want to scare you Esther.” Blaze replied. 

“I feel so stupid.” I said, leaning on him. 

“Why?” Blaze questioned.

“Because I didn’t see all the signs, and everything.” I replied. 

“Don’t feel that way.” Blaze smiled. “It isn’t your fault.” He added kissing the top of my head. 

“I’m sorry.” I replied.

“For what?” Blaze questioned.

“For making you suffer.” I replied with a chuckle.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything.” Blaze replied. “Do you want to stay here or go out and rock?”

“Can we stay here?” I questioned. 

“Just the two of us?” Blaze asked and I nodded. “By all means.” He replied.

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