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


6. Chapter Six


I really don’t know what I hate the most, either having to pretend to care when some ass-dude comes and ‘teaches’ me how to be polite, or pretending to be polite for him…


You’re probably wondering what on earth am I talking about? Am I right? You see, my father believes that I need to be nicer to people. I, on the other hand, believe that people should man up a bit, and start accepting that life isn’t a beautiful flower carpet. 


So, as we disagree, I ended up with a ‘social’ teacher, who’s supposed to ‘make’ me nicer. Ha ha, I laugh so hard at this joke. 


“Esther Gunner.” Marcus, the teacher, repeated once again.

“What?” I questioned. 

“No.” He replied. “How are you supposed to answer?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Yes sir?” I replied with a hint of sarcasm at the end. 

“Wonderful.” Marcus clapped his hands. Oh lord, I hate this man. “Now, for to be free. What do you say when you want to leave a room.”

“Excuse me.” I replied with a fake smile and stood up.

“Excellent!” Marcus chirped. “You’re free to leave.”

I let out a sigh. “How many more classes do I have?” I questioned.

“Two more sessions darling.” Marcus replied with a wink.


I gave him a fake smile and walked back to the elevators. I really can’t believe that my father is making me do this. Why? I mean, I’ve always been like this! He can’t change the way I am. My father must have some serious shit going on for me to be in this classes.


I was in the hallway making my way to my room, when I overheard my dad let out a frustrated sigh and scream, mixed in one. I stopped dead on track and walked closer to Ralph’s room, if they were gathered there, it must be secret…


“You don’t understand Bryan!” My father hissed. “I can’t do that.”

“But you can hide it?” Bryan questioned. Well no shit sherlock.

“Yes.” Ralph attacked. “No one is supposed to know, until Esther does.”

“And when will Esther know?” Bryan questioned. 

“When she is ready.” My father replied.


What on earth is going on? I tried to get closer to the door so that I could listen better, when I tripped and knocked the door. Well, shit.


“Yes?” Ralph questioned. 

“I uh.” I started. “I was looking for my father. Do you now where he is?”

“I’m here.” My father said appearing behind Ralph. “Is there anything you need?”

“Just wanted to say, that I’m done with the classes.” I replied unsure. He is definitely hiding some big thing. “Why are you gathered here? Was there a band reunion that I wasn’t aware of?”

“No Esther.” My father replied. “And as far as I am concerned, you are not part of the band, so if there was one, you wouldn’t be informed.”

Ouch. “Sorry.” I replied. “That’s all I wanted to say. Obviously you don’t want me right now, so I’ll lock myself in my room and not bother you for the rest of the tour.”

“Esther wait.” My father said as I walked towards my room. “I’m sorry okay. I’m stressed.”

“Go to the spa then.” I replied coldly.

“Aren’t the classes teaching you some manners?” My father asked.

“How am I supposed to learn manners when all my life I’ve been the way I am?” I questioned. “And whatever secret you have, and say that I am not ready for it, you’re wrong. I can take whatever you have.”

My father furrowed his eyebrows confused and in shock. “How did you find out about that?”

“You need to speak not so loud.” I replied and opened the door for my room.

“ESTHER!” My father shouted, a bit too late, as I was already locking the door.




I was laying back on my bunk waiting for Blaze to appear, as he was now joining us on tour. After the somehow fight I had with my dad, three days ago, we haven’t spoken and my ‘delicate teacher’ never came back. Ha ha, guess I won the war.


“Esther are you here?” Carl questioned.

“Yes-“ I replied putting away my book. “Why?”

“We are supposed to be the opening act.” Carl replied.

“We are only two.” I replied. 

“Blaze is here.” Carl replied.

“Where?” I questioned jumping out of the bunk almost crashing in Carl. 

“The arena.” Carl replied. 

“Oh.” I said. “Let’s go then.”

“Your father was wondering if you would like to have some nice dinner with him tonight.” Carl added as we walk to the arena.

“Why doesn’t he asks himself?” I questioned. “I know we haven’t spoke, but he can ask me.”

“I don’t know Esther.” Carl replied. “He’s been pretty down since you haven’t said a word to him.”

“Not my fault.” I replied. “He’s the one hiding something from me.”


Carl nodded and we continue walking to the arena in silence, none of us said a word. Carl didn’t know why we weren’t talking, neither the rest of the band, only Ralph and Bryan. I still didn’t understand why he didn’t ask me out to dinner himself, I wouldn’t have done anything, not even bite him! We got closer to the arena and I could hear my father talking to the extra band, so that they could help us with the opening act. Carl waved and he nodded and pointed at the dressing rooms. 


I walked behind Carl and only nodded my father as I passed by him. Carl opened a few doors and we did some turns and finally found the dressing room that was designated for us. I opened the door and found Blaze watching the television. 


“BLAZE!” I shouted running towards him.

“ESTHER!” Blaze shouted with the same enthusiasm as I had. 

“Missed you so much.” I said as we hugged.

“Me too.” Blaze laughed. “You’re never this huggable. What’s up?”

“I got in a fight with my father.” I replied with a shrug. “I don’t even know what happened.”

“What do you mean?” Blaze questioned. 

“We got into a fight.” I said. “I overheard him talking with Ralph and Bryan about some secret that I wasn’t ready to know.” 

“Weird.” Carl said. “Your father never keeps secret from you.”

I rolled my eyes and nodded. “Tell me about it.” I said sitting on the couch.

“Do any of you know the songs we’re to perform?” Carl asked.

“Beats me.” I replied. “I’ve been in my bunk for the last three days.”

“I just arrived.” Blaze replied. 

Carl nodded and when he was about to turn around to leave the dressing room, Ralph appeared with our cloths and a list.

“Red pants are for Carl, green pants for Blaze.” Ralph said. “Obviously the leggings are for Esther.”

“Songs?” I questioned.

“Short life, Don’t Walk Away and Scream-O.” Ralph replied. “You are to be out in fifteen minutes.”


We all nodded and started changing into the cloth for the show. We did quick our wardrobe and in ten minutes we were ready for some makeup and hair. Missing exactly a minute, Ralph gathered us and gave us a small pep talk, the one that my father usually gave us. 


“Are we ready?” Carl questioned. 

I winked and nodded, I was in no mood to talk.

“Yes.” Blaze replied and kissed my head. 


We are ready to rock!






I sat waiting for my father to arrive to the restaurant he had decided to take me. I was sitting on a table for three, so I assumed that there was an extra person, and that was the secret he didn’t want me to know. He found someone that made him happy…


“Esther.” My father smiled. I stood up and kissed his cheek. Seconds later, a blond barbie appeared next to my father. “Meet Alexandria.”

I mouthed a wow, and smiled at the random stranger. “Hello Alexandria. I’m Esther Gunner.”

“Oh Darling.” Alexandria said. “Of course I know who you are!” She exclaimed. “Everyone knows!”

“I guess.” I mocked a smile and gave a look to my father, who rolled his eyes.


We sat down and talked a bit, and I could sense that my father really liked this woman, but she, man she didn’t. She was in, for the fact that my father was famous, and had a load of money. 


“What do you do for a living?” I questioned, making my father look at me confused. 

“What do you mean?” Alexandria questioned.

“I mean, what do you do to earn money, to live?” I explained. 

“Oh!” Alexandria laughed. “I’m a part time model.”

I nodded and tried really hard not to laugh. “Model for?”

“Weight-loss pills.” Alexandria replied.

“Cool.” I said, because I really didn’t know what else to say.

“Esther.” My father smiled and I turned to face him. 

“Yes father?” I questioned. 

“Stop.” He replied. 

“Stop what?” I questioned. “Trying to figure out with whom you want to reproduce?” I asked and my father spit out his drink and Alexandria smiled like a wicked witch. “Sorry to be so blunt, but dude, open your eyes.”

My father sealed his lips and tried to control his breath. He didn’t even had to say it. I nodded, stood up grabbing my phone and left the table. 


If my father wants to screw trash, then he can.

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