Backstage [Lyra/Luna/Lincoln][/tlvg/]

>Lincoln gets two backstage passes in the mail
>The next show is gonna be in Detroit
>A note thanks him for watching Lyra and Lemy, says she can’t wait to see him again
>Lyra is 8 and Lemy is a toddler
>He can bring whoever he wants with the second pass
>He comes up with a plan
>He can bring the kids!

>Couple of hours filled with Kids’ Bop version of Luna’s songs, grab some McD’s
>Roll up to the venue, Lemy’s got earmuffs and is sleeping soundly
>the venue know he’s coming and Lemy is young enough that they don’t mind that he doesn’t have a ticket, he’ll be backstage, no problem
>it’s several hours before the show, so things are quiet
>they head back there, Lyra is holding Lincoln’s hand
>Sam is sitting on a couch, strumming a guitar, and some guy that Lincoln doesn’t recognize is tapping his drumsticks
>”Hey, Lincoln... w-who do you have here?” Sam says as she set her guitar down and walks over
>”Well, this is Lyra and this is little Lemy. I’ve been watching them while you guys were on tour. Where’s Luna?”
>”Oh, she’s uh-powdering her nose. I’ll go grab her, that cool?”
>”Sure...” Lincoln says.
>Lyra looks from the woman she recognizes but really doesn’t know to her uncle.
>”Is Mommy in the bathroom? I’ll go get her!” She says as she pulls her hand away and runs off.
>”Oh fuck.” Sam mouths as she chases after the kid, but she’s too agile and Sam is not sober.
>Lyra bursts into the bathroom to see her mother as she cuts up a white powder
>”Mommy!” Lyra shouts excitedly.
>”Oh shit! What the fuck!? Lyra, what are you doing here!?” She shouts as she stands up from a bend
> knocking over the small mirror, it shatters and the powder goes everywhere
>Luna instinctively falls to the floor and starts trying to clean up what she can
>”I’ll help!” Lyra says desperately.
>”No, fuck, ju-just go away.”
>And Lyra begins to cry and she runs away as her mother tries to clean up her mess