Nothing Else Matters
Let's Get Ready To Rumble!
...May 2017; present day
“Come on, Mommy!” My little son, Presley, yells as we drags me across the venue. “Daddy’s starting soundcheck!” As he drags me along, I can hear snickering from Metallica’s crew members. Most of them have been working alongside Metallica for so long, they remember me being the excited six year old that had to listen to daddy do his soundcheck.
A Warrior’s Call comes clearer as we near the stage. Presley gets as close to the stage as he can and starts rocking out to his father’s band. I can’t help but to smile at my son as he proudly supports his dad; much like I did with my own. This was Presley’s first tour and it couldn’t be better. Not only will get get to see his father perform, but also his grandfather. It sucks we joined the tour so late in the game but Leg 8 is better than no leg at all. And despite me basically running the stage production, I could count on my second hands, Darren and Lauren, to keep things in track. Even now, I’m not on this tour to micromanage anything; I’m here on vacation with my dad, son and my ex-boyfriend. It just so happens this is their job.
“What’s up pretty lady?” Luna asks as she walks up with Avenged Sevenfold behind her. One by one they pull me into a hug and leave; leaving me and Luna alone. “How have you been?”
“Busy.” I chuckle. “Running stage production company and being a mother to a crazy offspring of a rockstar is tiring.”
“Presley is getting so big!” She squeals as Michael and Presley walk over to his. Presley has his arms around his dad’s neck as Michael simply carries him to their dressing area. “How are you and Michael? You guys broke up not too long ago.”
“We’re actually fine.” I reply. “The breakup was very mutual and we knew it would be a better environment for Presley. Constantly fighting parents isn’t ideal.”
“How are you going to manage this tour? Dad, baby daddy and Matt are all here.”
I just shrug as I slip my sunglasses over my eyes. “It’ll be fine. It’s just another tour; what’s the worst that can happen?”
“Come on, Mommy!” My little son, Presley, yells as we drags me across the venue. “Daddy’s starting soundcheck!” As he drags me along, I can hear snickering from Metallica’s crew members. Most of them have been working alongside Metallica for so long, they remember me being the excited six year old that had to listen to daddy do his soundcheck.
A Warrior’s Call comes clearer as we near the stage. Presley gets as close to the stage as he can and starts rocking out to his father’s band. I can’t help but to smile at my son as he proudly supports his dad; much like I did with my own. This was Presley’s first tour and it couldn’t be better. Not only will get get to see his father perform, but also his grandfather. It sucks we joined the tour so late in the game but Leg 8 is better than no leg at all. And despite me basically running the stage production, I could count on my second hands, Darren and Lauren, to keep things in track. Even now, I’m not on this tour to micromanage anything; I’m here on vacation with my dad, son and my ex-boyfriend. It just so happens this is their job.
“What’s up pretty lady?” Luna asks as she walks up with Avenged Sevenfold behind her. One by one they pull me into a hug and leave; leaving me and Luna alone. “How have you been?”
“Busy.” I chuckle. “Running stage production company and being a mother to a crazy offspring of a rockstar is tiring.”
“Presley is getting so big!” She squeals as Michael and Presley walk over to his. Presley has his arms around his dad’s neck as Michael simply carries him to their dressing area. “How are you and Michael? You guys broke up not too long ago.”
“We’re actually fine.” I reply. “The breakup was very mutual and we knew it would be a better environment for Presley. Constantly fighting parents isn’t ideal.”
“How are you going to manage this tour? Dad, baby daddy and Matt are all here.”
I just shrug as I slip my sunglasses over my eyes. “It’ll be fine. It’s just another tour; what’s the worst that can happen?”
