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

Wedding Bells and Rock N Roll

It was officially February 9. I was camping out in a hotel room with Sharise and Heather. "I'm nervous, not about marrying Nikki, but meeting my fucking father that I've never fucking met." I stated.

Heather came and sat next to me. "It'll be okay." She said patting my back. It was dark out, and we had to get up early so everything could be ready by 3.  "Okay, okay. I need sleep, maybe that will get my mind of shit." I stated.

I then went to sleep. I was woken up to Sharise laying out my dress and what not. I sat and got out of bed. I walked my way to the bathroom and took a shower. When I was done I had to of course sit in a chair for 2-3 hours while Sharise did my hair and Heather did my makeup.

When they were done I looked great. "You guys are really good at this." I said looking at myself in the mirror. Now I had to get my dress on. The dress was simple, nothing to over the top. The dress was long but stopped just above my ankles. It didn't have sleeves.

Because it didn't have sleeves, my tattoos where on show, Nikki wanted it that way. You could see all my tattoos on my arms, from the matching ones Vince Razzle and I had gotten, from the Mötley Crüe one all the guys had and myself had, the matching ones Tommy and I had gotten. He had a H and I had a T. As for Nikki and I.

He had my middle name on his arm, and I had Sixx on mine. Cliche.

After my dress was on I looked in the mirror. It was perfect. If I had seen future me when I was 18, I would have a laughed, at the time, I didn't give a shit about getting married and all that fuckery, but here I am.

For my shoes, I was wearing combat boots. I cannot fucking balance in heels.

Then I was done. As I was readying my vowels, there was a knock at the door. It was the front desk man.

"Sorry, but Ms. Braxton? There's a man in the lobby asking for you." He said.

"Oh, I'll be right down." I stated. I threw a robe on over my dress just in case Nikki saw.

"Heather, Sharise, I'll be back." I stated.

I then started walking down the hall and to the elevator.

When the elevator opened, I walked into the lobby, sitting in a chair was a dude.

"Right this way Ms. Braxton." The desk man said.

He lead me to the dude. "Sir?" The desk man said to him.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Ms. Braxton is here."

The dude got up and looked at me. "You look just like your mother." He spoke, whiskey.

This, the dude in front of me was my fucking father. The one who left me before I was even born. The day I meet him and he shows up, fucking drunk.

"Yeah, so, how are you?" I asked because I generally had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to say.

"I'm fine, what about you?" He asked.

"I'm okay." I answered.

"So talk to me, is he a nice guy?" He asked, referring to Nikki.

"Yeah, Yeah he is." I smiled.

"Well can I meet him?" He asked. He sure did ask a lot of questions.

"Yeah hang on." I walked over the front desks and ask the man if he could call Nikki's room. He did and handed the phone to me.

Hey Nikki?

Nikki-   Yeah?

He-uh, he wants to meet you.