Wait...Bam Margera is my Father?!

Bob Bryar turned around and saw me.

“You must be Naomi,” He said.

“Yeah, and you are Bob Bryar,” I said.

He chuckled and said, “Yes I am. So you like our music?” he asked.

“Like it, I live for it,” I said.

“So do you play any instruments?” he asked.

“Yeah I play the drums, guitar, bass and acoustic guitar,” I said.

“Damn. You could have your own band by yourself,” Wil Francis said.

“I used to have a band but then we got split up,” I said.

“Everybody listen up! A couple days ago was my daughter’s birthday! She is now 16! So now she can race on the track without getting busted!” he shouted and everybody cheered.

“So now we are going to have some of her favorite bands play!” he shouted.

Once he got off of the stage, that they had made in the back yard, Papa Roach got up on stage. I knew every word to all of the songs that they played. Once they got done fall out boy got on. It went on like this with Panic at the disco, My chemical romance, Aiden, Green Day, the Rasmus and HIM.

“Now this is something that almost nobody knew was going to happen. Naomi is going to come up here and play,” Bam said.

As soon as he said that I saw my old band. My old druggie friends.