Hey Danielle, does Tyson know I'm having you guys feature on my show?
"First off, he's not my dad," she remarked, hoisting from off panel a man with glasses and salt and pepper hair that resembles an older Tyson. "This is my dad."
"Hullo there. Daniel Owens here," he waved being returned to what he was doing. "Oh off I go then...see you for dinner, Dani?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Danielle beamed. "Second, I'm well over eighteen and can make my own choices with what my band does. But yeah, he knows. Who do you think told me about the ad you put out for auditions?"
The way she spoke was gentle and in no ways angry about the question."











