Dan groaned as his explosion effect glitched. He had been editing for 4 hours and he still wasn't done. He ran his hand through his hair and tugged on some strands, putting his head in his arms. He closed his eyes and a snooty "Father." was heard. Dan looked up and saw his 16 year old daughter standing at the doorway with her arms crossed across her chest, black hair in a tight ponytail. Dan breathed out loudly, "Yes, Chloe?" he asked.

Chewing on her gum loudly, Chloe said rudely, "I want you to take me to the cinema, like now." Dan shook his head and said politley, "I'm sorry, but no honey." She glared at him, "And why not?" He stood up. "Look, Chloe, I am very busy with my new video and I need to finish it by tomorrow or I'll be in trouble."

"You care more about your stupid videos than me! I am your daughter!" Dan's breathing quickened, he hated getting yelled at. "I know that but I also have millions of people counting on me." Chloe stomped her foot like a five year old, "They are useless! They just obsess over you and you respond to them on twitter! You don't obsess over me or even love me!" She shrieked. Dan swallowed, "I do love you. Why wouldn't I?" He shakily whispered.

"NO YOU DON'T!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Dan fell to the floor shaking and breathing heavily. "I HATE YOU!" Dan scooted over to the corner, hugging his knees in fear. "Please, stop. My anxiety. P-panic attack-ks..." Dan felt tears at the corners of his eyes. "I don't care about your stupid anxiety." Chloe spit harshly. She turned and left, leaving Dan in the corner.