When the bassist from Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx, falls for their stage manager, Bella Mejia, who has to maneuver her way around his life style, and chooses to aid him in getting clean.
"Better turn me loose, better set me free, cause I'm hot, I'm youn...
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BELLA - THE STRANGE OLD MAN led me into the plane. He handed me a headset and told me a set of rules.
"The only rule I have is, don't fall out," he said. Well I guess just one rule, "rest is a bit self explanatory."
"Okay," I yelled over the wind.
"Your headed to Okinawa?" He yelled.
"Yeah," This cannot be real.
"It's about a three hour flight, I recommend using that head set of yours to talk," he said and we backed out.
About 20 minutes later we were in the air, "hey don't take this the wrong way but why are you here?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He questioned by question.
"Like in Japan?" I continue, "you obviously aren't from here."
"What makes you think that?" He cackles.
"Your accent," I say as a matter of fact.
"Good one," he stays looking in front of him, "I work at the airport, building planes and all that crap," he scoffs.
10 minutes of awkward silence go by, "hey are you sure this isn't like fake, like I'm on a plane to Okinawa for free," I'm still a little confused as you can tell.
"Look at me," I do as I'm told, he looks at me and smacks me, which felt quite real.
"Touché."
"Why are you in Japan?" He scoffs.
"For work," I say, "I stage manage for Mötley Crüe."
"Ohhhh those guys, my kids like 'em," he laughs, "my youngest actually, I bought him tickets for their last tour, They went for Ozzy Osbourne but came out of that place with their shirt." - We arrived in Okinawa, "whenever your done just meet me back here, when coming back through, just tell them your Lenin's friend," he said, "good luck with your mother."
"Thank you again!" I smile and walk away from the airport, getting weird stares from people about wondering why all I have is a purse.
It took me awhile but I ended up getting to her house.
Should I go?
No.
When else will I get the chance?
I opened the front gate and gave myself a pep talk. "C'mon, it's just your mom it's fine, it's fine," I held my hand up to knock. "Here goes nothing," I finally knock.
An old woman opens the door, she was small, shorter than me, she makes me feel tall, she had straight black hair, and I swore I recognized her. But she wasn't my mom.
"Sumimasen," excuse me. She looked confused.
"Kon'nichiwa, yōko wa koko ni imasu ka" Hello, is Yoko here? I plant a big nervous smile on my face.
