Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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July 7th
Alpine Valley Amphitheatre, East Troy, WI
I sat in the back of the tour bus staring out the window. We're on our way to the Amphitheater to make a video for our next single Same Ol' Situation. I didn't feel like talking to any of the guys. My heart felt empty, I was hurting so much that I didn't even have the words to describe to anyone how I was feeling. Right now, I'm just dying for this fucking tour to be over. I have so much I need to say to Mani, and I can't because I have to be here. I'm supposed to be enjoying myself, I'm supposed to be happy, I'm supposed to be thrilled that this is the biggest tour Motley has ever had but I'm not. I hate being here, I hate being with these guys right now, I hate everything about this tour. This isn't what I wanted for myself or my life.
I've also talked to Mick. I can't tell you how many apologies I gave to him, I know he says it's ok, but the truth is in his eyes. He had the same hurt expression on his face as he did in 87 when we were on the bullet train home from Osaka, after I poured rice and whiskey on his and Emi's head. And I can never forget that look.
"Hey, big guy."
Silence.
He sighed and sat down in the seat in front of me.
"I know you're hurting-"
"No, you don't Fred," I mumbled continuing to stare out the window. "You have no idea how I'm feeling."
Silence.
"No, I don't."
Silence.
I let out a shaky breath. I wanted Fred to go away. I know one hundred percent that if I tried to talk about my feelings, I would burst out crying. And I know that there's nothing that anyone can do to console me.
"I just um... I want you to know that you can talk to me. And um... I'm here." He assured.
I nodded slowly. "I just... I need time." I barely whispered.
