Been gone a long time
I kinda lost my way, I can't find it
And I caught a short ride
To the grave and back this season
I can try to get by
But every time I start to panic
I'm a little bit shy
A bit strange and a little bit manic


Alex's p.o.v.

"D-did you just say...you're taking me on tour with you? " I asked, shock over welling me. I didn't believe anything my dad just said. I can't be going on tour with them, it's too un realistic. I mean, they're a massive, famous band, and I happen to be just one of the members son.

"Yeah, son. I know how talented you are, you'll get great recognition." He said sweetly, ruffling my hair. Holy shit, he didn't just say that. I bit my lip in attempt to not scream. My lips broke into a big smile. I ran up to my awesome dad;who was about to leave the living room, and gave him a tight hug.

"Thank you so much." I breathed out, excitement galloping through my veins. I've always wanted to do a gig, but now, now I get to actually go on tour with my dad's band, Blink-182. Holy shit.

"You're welcome," he chuckled. I let go off my dad and looked at him in awe. My own dad was my inspiration.

"Now, upstairs, practice hard. We're going on Friday, remember." He said one last time before hugging me and walking into the massive kitchen. I jumped as excitement left my body and I ran upstairs. Straight away, I grabbed my guitar and phone. I texted Max, my best friend, telling him how I'm going to be on tour with my dad.

To Max. From Alex.
Holy fucking crap, you'll never guess what my dad just told me? He says I'm going on tour with them. I get to sing in front of thousands or possible millions of people. I'm so excited.

I sat down on my bed, placing my guitar and phone on my bed. I pulled my guitar up to my lap, playing around with the strings for a little. I need at least five original songs and three covers. Shit, I need to pick songs! Before I could even get up, my phone beeped a weird tune. I grabbed it and saw a new message from Max.

To Alex. From Max.
Oh my god, that is amazing, Alex! I hope you get famous and noticed, making big solo albums, because you truly deserve it. I'm defiantly going with you! ;)

I smiled at my phone. Max is truly the best friend I have. He's originally from Australia. I remember commenting on his accent, and we just clicked. When he found out Tom DeLonge was my dad, he didn't believe me at first. Then when he saw my dad, he freaked out, but on the inside. My dad never changed anything between us two, and I liked it like that.

I got up and went to my desk. I loved having a big room. I have all kind of shit in this room. From desks, woredores, sofa, huge TV, to guitar stands on my walls. I also have a room connected to mine where I go and practice or just sing for fun. It has a microphone and everything! I grabbed my lyrics book and headed of to the huge, soundproof room.

As I walked in, wires were everywhere. My dad even allows me to record my own songs. That's why my dad is so awesome. I sat at the stool near the microphone. I placed my lyric book on the side next to me. Then I placed my shiny guitar over my laps, picking my lyric book back up. I looked through the songs:

Time Bomb
Jasey Rae
Painting Flowers
Weightless
Dear Maria (Count Me In)...

And a lot more. I knew instantly what would be the best songs for me, so I wrote the set list in the back of my lyric book, adding the date of the day to remember. I wanted to remember the day I picked the songs I'm going to sing. I ended up picking:

Weightless
Time-Bomb
The Reckless And The Brave
Six Feet Under The Stars.
Also an acoustic song: Therapy

Now I need some cover songs. I looked around the room, not really paying attention to anything in it. Maybe I'll think of the cover songs later. I need to practice.

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