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Jenna nodded at Ash, slightly perplexed. She picked up her violin, and placed her amp and cord in a duffel bag. She hefted the bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you later, then?" she asked.
Ash nodded, walking over to his father, head hanging as his father talked quietly to him, not angry though."I was looking for you." He said. "I got worried."
Ash bit his lip, tears threatened to go down his face as he just kept nodding. "I'm sorry..." His voice broke and that was almost enough to throw him over the edge with tears.
His father knew this and hugged the much smaller boy, being a quite understandable man. It helped he knew Ash's past.
Jenna watched the two for a second, smiling sadly as she remembered that her father would never do that for her. She then turned around and left the room, a single tear falling from her right eye and landing on the top of her violin case. She was careful not to drop any of her equipment as she left the room. She hoped Ash would be able to make a lot of friends; he definitely deserved it.
Ash glanced back at her a few times before she had walked out, breathing in deeply as his father started getting things set up for him on the stand. He was finally in a place he was accepted. He walked over to a chair and sat down on it. He moved his hands against themselves, trying to calm himself down."Don't get to excited Ash, you know what happens when you do." His father said.
Ash closed his eyes, gripping onto his arm with all his might, but trying not to claw to hard as he was getting over that.... "Yes dad..." He answered in a small whisper.
Just then, his father, well, adoptive father, walked into the sound booth, well, the outside of it. He peered in to see the both of them talking. He could tell that Ash was getting a bit hesitant and started feeling uncomfortable. He pushed on the PA button, "Hey, come out here." He said looking at Ash then turning it off.
"That's.... That's.... my father." He said trying to pinpoint the right name for him. It was still new that he was adopted by them, but he was glad of it. He nodded to him, with a thankful smile, well, an Ash smile, with only his lips. He started walking out there, hands in his pockets, head down.