Isadora Osbourne, daughter to the well known Ozzy Osbourne.
Isadora and her father didn't always have the best relationship with each other which Resulted in Isadora moving alone to the sunset strip at 13 years old.
In 1981 when Isadora is 17 she me...
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24th of April 1981:
I've never dreaded a night like I was dreading this one. I never actually thought that I would have to meet Vince's band mates. I know it sounds mean but I didn't even think that band would last a month, but here we are almost four months into it. Yay...
The clock was almost 7 and it was around a 30 minutes drive for me to the Starwood.
Smartass me hadn't even thought about their show since I came home from work (sorry Vince) so I flew up from the couch doing a Izzy (almost falling and hitting my head on the bed).
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When I finally found a outfit I put it on and had (again) no time for hair so I ran out of my apartment (obviously locking the door, duh) running straight for my car.
As I was driving down the strip I couldn't help myself to look at the sunset. My thoughts wandered to my dad, sure he was famous and me working in a record shop I kept up with all albums and that stuff, but still I wondered how he was doing mentally since he got kicked out of Black Sabbath almost two years ago. I always cared for him but when he was constantly drunk I couldn't take it anymore I felt so bad for him I decided it would be better to ditch that life, hide my last name and ditch everything. When I thought about the last words I had said to him being "I am not your child until you learn to actually care about your own fucking self" I felt hot tears dripping down my face.
I wiped the tears quickly and turned on the volume to max, drowning my thoughts in the music playing.
As I had parked I didn't turn of the engine, instead I lit a cigarette and listened to the end of the song, my fathers voice echoing trough my ears.
Electric funeral Electric funeral Electric funeral Electric funeral
And so in the sky Shines the electric eye Supernatural king Takes Earth under his wing
Heaven's golden chorus sings Hell's angels flap their wings Evil souls fall to Hell Ever trapped in burning cells
Fuck that's it, let's face this bullshit I told myself.
I walked into the Starwood and went straight for the bar.
Yeah I know I'm only 17 I am not legally allowed alcohol but my fake I.d tells other things for example that my name is Isadora Marie Ericsen instead of Isadora Eagle Osbourne.
"What can I get you?" I sweet blonde female bartender asked me as she was drying some glasses. "Could I get a bottle of vodka?" "Yeah, i'll be right up" she replied with a smile as she handed me a bottle. "Thanks!" I replied before making my way backstage.
I walked backstage to see doors... doors... and more fucking doors. I wasn't exactly in the mood for this today so I went back made my way to a corner, and plopped down on the floor. I wasn't in the mood to care what was or had been on the floor.
After about 5 minutes drinking my worries away in vodka Vince and his band came on stage. "ALRIGHT WE'RE MÖTLEY CRÜE" Vince began. After about 5 seconds of playing Vince started fighting with some dude. To cut the story short it resulted in a fight and only one band member on-stage. The fight stopped and Vince looked like a little fish. Some dude began yelling. I was to tired and irritated to care about anything right now.
When they were done I was half asleep (I know stupid move) until someone crouched down in front of me. "Why are you sitting here Bird?" Someone chuckled. I knew from the nickname exactly who it was. "Oh shut it barbie, i had no fucking idea where you were!" "I said I was gonna be backstage?" "Well unfortunately I don't have a gps on you so I can see what room your in huh?" "Yeah, yeah, you got a point but come on now, let's go meet the band and and drink our worries away" he smiled as he dragged me up from the floor.
Not to long after that I found myself being dragged behind Vince going straight to the dressing room where his band mates were snorting coke. "Here she is boys" Vince said with a big bright smile. "Say hi" Vince said through gritted teeth towards me. "Hi" I said "Hello, I'm Nikki" a tall black haired guy said. "Mick" they guy I assumed played guitar since he had one in his lap said. A pretty tall guy with dark brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes came up to me and shaked my hand "Hi, I'm Tommy" he smiled
This is gonna be one hell of a ride...
(I somehow can't see the word count?)
Yay, she met the band! What do you think will happen next?
