Chapter 7; My Little Rockstar

     "Would you mind cleaning up a bit Damien, Diane is going to be coming over soon," Cesar said to his son.

     "Er sure Dad," Damien replied with a hint of distaste in his voice.
     "Thanks."
Damien wasn't fond of Diane either, it was like he could tell it made me upset when she came over.  He was a smart child.

Damien would try everything he could to ignore when Diane was around.  He was suspicious about his father's intentions with her as well.  Was she really just a friend of Cesar's?  She did come over pretty often...

After Damien finished his homework and left the room, Diane began to flirt with Cesar.

Except, Cesar really was a changed man after all.  He turned down all of Diane's signs of affection and tried to change the subject.

But she continued to try to win him over.  Eventually, Cesar grew very annoyed and uncomfortable.
     "Look Diane, I want to be your friend, that is all.  Nothing more.  I'm married, I have a son!  If you're looking for a relationship, try someone else," he growled at her.
She was very angry and stormed out of the house without even saying goodbye.

And soon Cesar had joined me in elderhood as well.  He was still very handsome of course.

Our love continued to stay strong even after all these years.

He also retired.  We were making enough money already between my job and all of the money I was getting from discovering stars.  He was miserable from working in his old age and we decided that it would be best for him to just retire and relax from now on.

My little boy grew up into a very handsome young man.

He was still best friends with Shanna of course and I was very pleased to see that their friendship had made it this far.  Some things never change after all.

Damien developed his own style and though Cesar and I didn't really understand it, we supported him nonetheless.

But Damien was becoming more and more distant from Cesar and I.  The door to the open communication we had once had with him had shut, and he would rarely even greet us when he came home from school.

Eventually he started wearing darker eye makeup, he got a few facial piercings, and his grades began to drop significantly.  We grew extremely concerned at that point, and it felt like we had no understanding of who our son was anymore at all.

Though he chose not to express himself to us, he expressed himself through his music.  He was amazingly talented at playing guitar.  I honestly believed that we had a prodigy on our hands.  He loved music, and when he did talk to us, it was about how he was going to be a big rockstar someday.  We encouraged him to follow his dreams, and we promised to support him no matter what.  However I was scared for him, the music industry could be so cruel.  You had to have certain looks, style, skill, and behavior.  Making a living as a musician could be extremely rough and risky.