Hey! Sorry I haven't updated. I've been really sick. Forgive me? Thanks for the reviews! Here's the next chapter. I tried to get into Ashley's head a little more. Tell me what you think.

Ashley's POV

((Flashback Continued))

I've got to admit. I am a bit nervous. I haven't seen my dad for a really long time. Who knows what he's been up to. Usually when he agrees to see me, it means I probably won't be hearing from him for a while. I understand though. He's a busy man. Being a rock star and all. He's definitely my role model. I feel like a little kid saying I want to be like my dad. I do want to be like him, but better, in a sense. If I do follow through with music, well, I can't imagine not pursuing music. I'm going to do things differently. I'm not going to leave the people I care about hanging. Seriously. I'm not going to abolish them from my memory. They won't have to wait around for months waiting to hear from me. Wait. I have to laugh at myself for a minute. I'm acting like I actually have people that care about me. I know I do, but only so many that I just need one hand to count all of them. Spencer, of course, without a doubt she's number one. Then there's Aiden, Clay, Chelsea, and last but not least, Mr. C!

I'm disconnected from my thoughts as my car door opens. I look up and see the valet boy smiling at me. I smile back, just to return the gesture. I walk around to where Spencer is standing on the sidewalk. I had to reassure her of how flawless she is. It's cute that she's nervous, though there's no reason my dad wouldn't love her immediately. I looked down the private road to the entrance gate of "Incandescence", and see a long white stretch limo pulling in. I smile. He actually showed up! Well, it could be someone else. This restaurant is pretty expensive, I wouldn't doubt that other famous people came here regularly. I'm reassured when I see the side of the limo, it has a large purple hand making the 'rock on' sign. Haha. He's crazy. The limo is now in front of me. The driver gets out, wearing a black pinstripe suit, with a matching black pinstripe news boy cap, on his head of course. I was impressed with how he's having them dress now. Before, his drivers would have to wear purple suits. It was ridiculous. Just because my dad's band was called "Purple Venom", meant that my dad was obsessed with all things purple. I felt bad for them. I watch the driver walk around the limo and he stops in front of me. It took me that long to recognize him. It was Nick. He's been one of my dads drivers for a long time. He winked at me and I smiled at him. He's such a good guy. He turns around to open the limo door. On the back of his suit jacket it said 'FUCK' in purple spray paint. Typical punk wear. Oi! It looked good though. I could tell it was custom made. My dad probably got it for him. Before I know it my dad steps out. I smile and give him a huge hug. I look over at Spencer and I can tell she's obviously in deep thought about something.

Ashley: "Spence? Spencer?"

Spencer: "Yeah?"

Ashley: "Spence, this is my dad. Dad, this is my girlfriend, Spencer." I hope I said that right. I watch Spencer as she shakes my dads hand. She seems fine. So far, so good!

Spencer: "It's really great to meet you, Mr. Davies. I've heard a lot about you!"

Raife: "It's nice to meet you too! But please, call me Raife."

We walked inside and went straight towards the elevator, to my dads normal VIP spot. The elevator doors open and I was shocked. I didn't remember it was this beautiful up here. I look around and see Saruwatari, my dads favorite chef. He is so crazy. Oh! I forgot to tell Spencer about him. Ah, oh well. I can have some fun with this. The show is great. He walks over as usual and sets his box down and walks away. This is going to be hilarious. I try not to laugh as I see him toss his knife in the air.

Spencer: "OH MY GOD!!"

The knife gracefully lands right on the wooden box. Hahahahaha. I feel bad now that I didn't warn her.

Ashley: "Spence, it's okay. This is routine." I try to calm her down. Her eyes are wide and she looks really confused. She finally exhales and relaxes. Thank God.

Spencer: "Oh. Yeah. Uhm. Sorry?"

Ashley: "Aw. Spence." I smile at her, she smiles back. That's my girl! I hold her hand and we all continue our conversation.