Nat Deal, is Mick Mars' niece. With a past full of trauma and an outspoken attitude, she doesn't put up with anyone's bs. It's 1981, Mick and Nat are barely making ends meet, therefore, they need a change. Mick puts an ad in the paper, and gets a ca...
The 1980s, the worst fucking decade in human history. Preppies and keyboards, stupid haircuts, Jazzercise, "Just say NO". It all fucking sucked. So what do you do when you're born in the wrong time? You make it YOURS. And that's what we did to the sunset strip. We lived just up the street from the world famous Whiskey a Go Go. Every weekend, kids from the valley to the street flooded the strip. And after the shows, they brought the party to our place. The cops kicked in our door so many times we had to nail it shut. So everybody used the window.
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That's Tommy, our drummer. He makes a LOT of bad choices.
"Check this out you're gonna fucking freak!" Tommy said as he went down on his girlfriend, Bullwinkle, in the middle of the party.
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Speaking bad choices, that's me, trying to prove how punk I am. Wow.
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"Kayla? Hey open the door!"
"I know you're in there Kayla. Come on, open the door."
"That really you?"
"The fuck do you think?"
The blond guy going at it from behind, that's our lead singer, Vince. He's not thinking about her, he's thinking, "Damn, I look good on that flyer."
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"Hey. Hey, are you in the band?"
"What band?"
And Mick Mars, he's an alien.
(Nat)
Aren't you forgetting someone?
(Nikki)
Aw, babe, you know I'd never forget about you.
(Nat)
Uh-huh
(Nikki)
Last but not least, Nat, my angel. Keeping the Crue out of trouble since 1981.
(Nat)
More like recovering from it.
"Jesus Nikki, there goes another jacket." Nat said bandaging up Nikki's burned arm.
He just smiled at her in a daze. She smirked and rolled her eyes.
"What were you doing in there?" the sad schmuck asked his girlfriend who was in the bathroom with Vince without his knowledge.
"Don't worry about it!" she replied.
(Nikki)
Meanwhile back in the living room, Tommy was still showing Bullwinkle one hell of a time.
All I can really say is, we weren't a band, we were a gang.
"Holy shit, guys! Here it comes!" Tommy shouted with a smile as Bullwinkle screamed and sprayed the living room from down under.
Everyone stood and watched in awe, as the rest of the band stood back in awe and laughter. Nat covered her mouth in absolute shock.
