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Nikki's POV, 29th October 1988

A few weeks have passed and shit hasn't got any better, if anything Vin and I's problems have got worse- we'd recorded about 7 demos, the next 7 that I had were to be done over the next month after that it's proper recording... the song I had written about Vince, 'Without You', we only completed a couple of days ago- the reason for that was that Vince kept putting off singing it... we did the backing track demo but he refused to do the vocal track until he was forced too by Bob.

Vin blamed me for it for some reason and basically after recording it went off in a hissy fit saying that I'd made him sing that song on purpose to play with him which obviously wasn't true... this outburst basically made Bob ask me outright what the fuck was going on and cornered me, thankfully Mick stepped in and bullshitted something to stop me from telling the truth.

But for the last few days especially Vince had been on even icier ground with me and I didn't think it could have gotten any worse, I was wrong, clearly.

Why do I always get fucked by life? It's always me.

Doc still can't keep his ass out of my business and called me last night saying he needs to urgently talk to me today- I didn't want to talk to him at all but he has me by the balls so I don't have any choice in the matter.

That's why I'm on my way to his office right now.

Part of me wanted to swerve off the road and crash into a tree or something just so I don't have to talk to him cause it's painful, his voice gets on my nerves... actually, Doc isn't worth the pain of crashing my car either.

May as well just talk to him.

Getting to his office wasn't a pleasant experience, it just gave me flashbacks to the day I broke up with Vince, approaching the main door and spying the corner where I had Vince pinned against the wall only weeks prior twanged my heart. It just made me sad and angry, I've got to face Doc and if I wasn't in the mood a second ago I'm definitely not now.

I got over myself though and opened the door in-front of me, making my way towards the main door of Doc's office- when stood outside there I knocked on the door and waited for a reply, I got one a few seconds later "Come in!"

With permission granted, I pushed down the door handle and pushed open the door to see Doc sat at his desk looking through a bunch of papers, his eyes flickered up to me and he smiles.

"You wanted to see me?" I sighed disinterested, closing the door behind me.

"Yes, sit down" Doc replied looking back to the paper on his desk, I did as I was told and sat myself in the chair opposite the manager.

A few seconds passed of total silence and it just annoyed the shit out of me before I knew it I found myself snapping "What's this about exactly? You said it's important, start talking then if it's that fucking important"

I saw Doc rolls his eyes at my impatience and sets his hands in-front of him and looks at me dead in the eye "I have some news for you"

"What news...?" I said hesitantly not liking his tone of voice or the look in his eye.

"To keep it short, I've set you up with Brandi Brandt, the playboy model" he said nonchalantly