RED HOT. (t. lee)

04. the man of my dreams.

The next week or so came and went.

Nikki and Tommy got into a huge blowout over a certain part of a song, which ended with Nikki throwing a speaker at the wall, leaving a dent in his wake.

Vince also moved in. He didn't really 'move in'. He just slept on the floor and stayed during the day.

Upon Vince's new residence, Chrissy had to get used to him bringing in random girls every night, only for them to be gone by sunrise. 

There were also a few instances in which Chrissy would catch Tommy staring at her whenever she exited the shower wearing nothing but a fluffy bath towel.

For some odd reason, there was a poster of Slim Whitman on the back of the bathroom door. No one knew why.

Nikki had painted the bathroom walls black with his hair dye.

Chrissy had only brought so much money with her, so the groceries ran out fast. They would usually have hot dogs in the fridge, but they would be gone within the first half of the week because the bouncer from the Troubadour would come over and eat them all.

There was also a family that lived nearby who felt bad for them, so every now and then, they brought them a big bowl of spaghetti.

But one thing remained consistent. There was always booze in the fridge.

Most important of all, the whole group of them became closer than ever.

A few days ago, Nikki and Tommy went from club to club on the strip to attempt to get a show. No one except them knew how they did it, but they were successful.

Chrissy now found herself sitting around in the backstage dressing rooms with the boys. The walls were smothered in obscene graffiti.

She felt right at home.

She watched as Nikki applied a black streak under both of his eyes as Tommy spun his drumsticks around while jumping around like a maniac. Mick sat quietly on the couch across from Chrissy, tuning his guitar.

The somewhat peace was disturbed by Vince barging in and announcing, "Man, my girlfriend spent like eight hundred bucks on these leather pants." He dropped to the ground in a squat position, stretching out the insanely priced fabric.

Chrissy eventually made her way out into the small crowd, standing in the front. When they finally walked on stage, she took note of Nikki's thigh high red leather high heels as he taped the handwritten setlist to the stage floor.

"Alright! We're Mötley Crüe!" Vince bellowed as a cymbal on Tommy's drumset toppled over. Mick rolled his eyes and shook his head as the crowd started booing and laughing.

As they began to play the first song, 'Take Me To The Top', the crowd stood at a standstill.

"Who's the chick singer?" a behemoth of a man called from just behind Chrissy as the crowd began to laugh.

Chrissy began to feel bad. She wanted nothing to do with being associated with a group of people being unnecessarily rude to people she cared about.

"Fuck you, asshole." Vince responded. The man in the crowd responded by spitting a green piece of mucus on to Vince's pants. Chrissy began to gag, just as she remembered how thankful she was that she didn't eat before the show.

Vince threw himself into the crowd to straighten the guy out. As the fight became more intense, Nikki whacked some random guy in the crowd with his bass. The guy was jerked backwards by the impact, his arm swinging right onto Chrissy's head, knocking her to the ground. The last thing she remembered was Tommy screaming, "Back the fuck up, you shit!" which was followed by him catapulting himself into the crowd like a starfish.