The Bassist and The Basket Case//Mötley Crüe •Nikki Sixx•

The Record deal

I was somewhere in my own world when I heard fighting. I turned my attention back towards the stage. Poor Tommy's symbols fell over and the band was fighting people in the crowd.

I made my way to the crowd of chaos. "What the fuck is happening!??" I yelled at Tommy.

He looked at me while he was in the middle of fighting some bald dude. "My symbols fell over and some dick spit on Vince's pants dude!" He yelled back.

I was about to call my boss when one of the dudes from the crowd started to fight me. ME. Why me : I was just a friend of the band and bar fights are the worst.

It really wasn't that big of a deal though, because there was something I knew for sure. Harrllow Braxton knew how to fight.

The dude slapped me.

I grabbed my cheek, looked at the guy and smirked. "Lucky day." I said in half suductive half pissed of tone. I then grabbed both sides of his head and latched on to his ears.  I held on as tight as I could, then I kicked him in the stomach. He stumbled backwards and tripped over a bar stool and came crashing down. Knocked out cold.

I walked over to him making sure he wasn't dead. He was still alive. He was passed out, and his ears were bleeding but it could be worse....right?

While I was catching my breath another dude grabbed me from behind and started to walk off with me. I couldn't see the guys face and I couldn't really do anything to defend myself do to the fact that he was holding me to where I couldn't touch the ground.

I yelled, "Guys???" But they didn't here me. Mick was fending off some dude in a leather vest, Vince was still fighting the dude who spit at him, Tommy was fighting a dude with hair this time, and Nikki was fighting someone with his bass.

I tried they're actual names.

"MICK!!" I pleaded. -nothing

"VINCE?!" No answer.

"TOMMY?!" No acknowledgement.

By this time it had died down and they were on the stage again, the only people fighting were those in the crowd and the people who would get kicked by one of the guys because they were fucking with them.

"NIKKI!??" I screamed.

Finally, one of them looked up.

(NIKKIS POV)

Thy guys and I were in the middle of fighting dudes who clearly didn't like us as Mötley Crüe or people in general.

In the middle of fighting, I heard Harrllow ask Tommy what was happening.

After that, I watched Harrllow get smacked in the face by a heavy looking dude. I wanted to punch him for that. Har touched her cheek and smirked, said something to the guy, then grabbed his ears. She then kicked him in the stomach.

The dude fell over a barstool and was knocked out cold. A dude came up to me and tried to fight me, so I took my bass and smacked him in the head with it.

But it didn't stop there a group of dudes came in and decided to join the chaos. Fucking shit.

Tommy, Vince, Mick, Har, and I were all fighting people.

I then heard Harrllow scream my name.

I stopped fighting the dude and looked down towards the fighting bunch on the floor. I saw Harrllow being carried by some dude.

She couldn't touch the ground and she couldn't use her arms to defend herself. I didn't know why I cared, but apparently I did.

I got the attention of Tommy.

He saw what I saw and made his way towards Harrlow.

(END OF NIKKIS POV)

Before I knew it I saw Nikki look at me and then talk to Tommy.

T-bone was now fighting the dude who tried to take me away. I pushed passed the people in the crowd who were fighting other people in the crowd. And it made it to the stage.

Nikki was there and gave me his hand. I took it gratefully and he pulled me up onto the stage.

" You okay?" He asked me. Maybe he did care. But why.

"Yeah, I'm good, what about you?" I sighed.

"Yeah, I'm okay, we're okay." He said.

I put my forehead on his shoulder and sighed.

"I thought you said you were fine?" He asked, worried.

"I am, it's just fighting wore me out, man." I laughed and he chuckled.

I moved my head and rested my elbow on his shoulder. Eventually the fight stopped.

A dude in red shirt started to clap. "FUCK YEAH MÖTLEY CRÜE!!!" He screamed excitedly.

After the show was done, the boys and I headed to the Whiskey.

I sat in between Tommy and Mick, Vince sat next to Mick and Nikki sat next to Tommy. We had our drinks and the boys were acting like fools.

Before I knew it, a blonde chick comes over and goes underneath the table. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out what she's doing under there.

They boys and I were laughing and fucking around when the dude who was wearing a red shirt, comes over and sits down.

It's not even before he sits down that the zipper on his pants are unzipped by the table lady and he's already up on his feet.

The lady sticks her head out and says. "Not for you?"

"No,no thanks." The guy says as he sits back down again.

"Hi, uhm I'm Tom Zutaut."

"What can we do for you Tom" Nikki says in funny tone.

"Well, I work for Elektra Records, and I really love what you guys do."

"Okay." Is all Nikki said.

"Uhm, I'd like to sign you guys-uh-Mötley Crüe." Tom said nervously as he hands Nikki a card.

Nikki pretends to look at it and then hands it to me.

"What do you think Har?" He asked me.

I looked at the business card and read it.

I looked at Nikki, Mick, Tommy, and Vince. This could be there chance to make it. I then looked at Tom. I slid the business card back over to him and smiled. "It's a deal." With that Tom left and the guys and I started to celebrate.

After many drinks and having fun. I decided to go home. Mick decided to come with me. Mick and I went home, leaving the other three to get more shitfaced and to find ladies for the night.

When Mick and I got home, Mick told me something.

"Harrllow?" He asked.

"Yeah Mick?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"Thank you." He said sincerely.

I smiled, "Your welcome, but for what?"

"For the record deal and keeping me and the boys alive." He answered.

"Your welcome." I told him.

I went to my room and changed into pajamas. I laid down and shut my eyes. I was the reason Mötley Crüe had a record deal.