The next day was a day off for Dad because of his audition at noon. I went with him to the audition. He had his Mick Jagger outfit and wig on.

"Dad, let me do your makeup?"

"How come? I'm perfect the way I am!"

We smiled.

"No not that. Mick wears makeup. Just a bit of liner and mascara, you'll look like him."

He sighed.

"Go ahead."

He scooted next to me as I took my eyeliner and mascara out. I did his makeup.

"There you go. You look exactly like him!"

"Thanks darling. Wish me luck."

He kissed me on the cheek.

"You're lucky you didn't put any lipstick on me."

We laughed. They were ready for him. I heard I Can't Get No Satisfaction play and he was singing like Mick. I gotta admit, he was pretty good. He came back out.

"Good job Dad, you were great!"

"Thanks."

Soon, he was pacing around.

"Style, smart thinking, showmanship," Dad said to himself.

"Mr. Gormley!?" Said the producer.

He rushed back in. I waited for him. After a minute, Dad ran out.

"What happened!?"

"The producer's having a heart attack!"

I gasped. He ran and called the hospital.

In the cab, we were fearing for the worst.

"If he dies, I'll bleedin' kill him."

I tried so hard not to laugh at what he said, this was a serious moment.

At the hospital, we were waiting.

"Shit!" Said the other man who auditioned Dad.

We got up as the guy walked out.

"How is he?" Dad asked.

"Rather seriously dead I'm afraid."

"Oh no...well God rest him."

"Are you still wanting him for the show?" I asked the man.

"My dear child, because of this, we will be covered in funeral expenses. There won't be any show."

The sad look on Dad's face made me wanna cry my eyes out. I gave him a big hug.