Sex, Crϋe and Ratt 'N' Roll, A Ratt & Mӧtley Tale

Chapter 1- Dance, Dance, Dance.... (Live at the Starwood)- (Vince Neil)

Ah, the 80s what a time to be alive.....shaping up to be a decade of decadence. Shit, suppose I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? *Shakes head* Vince Neil here, lead screamer ( Singer) of the most notorious band to ever hit the Sunset Strip: Mӧtley Crϋe. A band that is anarchy personified, embodying sex, drugs & rock 'n' roll. It is September 1983, September 9 to be exact and what a fucking year its been! Lemme bring you fuckers up to speed: we've released our first record 'too fast for love', on our own record label before being picked up by Electra and all this shit was what like a year or so ago? Anyways, THIS year our second smash record cementing our status as the gods of Sunset, 'Shout at the Devil' is a smash.... we're really taking off, parents hate us...fans LOVE us and there is plenty of guys and babes to be had believe me you. Music videos, a tour.... we got nearly got thrown off our tour with Kiss.... i say nearly because of all the things I nor anyone else saw coming.... our resident alien, our wise .... bad ass guitar player fell in love with Kiss Front Man Paul Stanley and recently they got MARRIED...right after we came off tour. Mick deserves it.... he and Paul seem like opposites but man they work...they love each other. Why that bothers me? Because its not ME. Sure, I like Sex...LOVE it...which has already earned me a reputation...but I confess I am lonely...I only confess that to myself or when I write drunkenly in my diary, yes you heard right. Our founder and bass player on the other hand? he's got a past, an addictive personality, brilliant song writing skills and he is creative as fuck....he is single like me, lonely...pained....i worry one day things will go to shit for him, he's his own worst enemy. Now, our drummer Tommy Lee is a hopeless romantic, he is pardoning the expression: a live wire.... down for a good time and everyone's best friend.

Now that we're all fairly caught up.... on with the show...

"Dude, we are so getting fucked up tonight!!" Tommy twirls his drumsticks expertly between his fingers, as we walk down the Sunset Strip headed for the Starwood, seeing some band called Ratt...whom seem to be generating a buzz. Sunset Punks or Future Rock gods?

We had no idea just HOW much this night would end up changing ALL our lives forever.... the addictions, the heartbreak.... we had no clue what was coming our way.... particularly me and Nikki....

Nikki rolls his eyes but grins, nonetheless. "We are...but I really wanna check out this band....Ratt. lotta buzz.... heard they put on a good show."

"Where's Mick?" Tommy asks and I roll my eyes and before Nikki form a reply if any, I say...

"Tommy you DO know he just got married right? Honeymooning' and all that shit. We are the last thing on his mind right now. Now I'd like to enjoy my night."

"Ah yeah Vinnie." A bit sheepishly now.

"Well whatdya know? We're here?" Nikki's voice floats to Tommy and I. Huh how'd that happen so fast? Oh well.... here we go.

"Oh Tommy, its like all good dudes." I say lowly to him as the three of us navigate our way thru the throngs of people.

Tommy grins.... all is forgiven.

In now...ah, the Starwood. Not the Whisky, but it has its own debauched charm....you need only ask and oh you shall receive. The usual crowd.....people doing drugs, dancing....3/4 of Mӧtley in attendance tonight and we are drawing stares, I am turning on my usual charm swaying my hips as if I don't have a care in the world, other than to get laid tonight kind of thing. I hear now comments here and there, so what if I wear lipstick? Doesn't mean I can't kick your ass....

Thanks to Nikki we plow our way to the front and Sixx may have (Did) given a black eye or two.... the band...Ratt takes the stage, and all eyes are on them...my jaw hits the fucking floor....

Yeah, the music I dig...or am so far....they're whipping the crowd into a frenzy....but the lead singer.....whoa, he's got some range Buuuut....Dark eyes, accentuated by eye shadow, curly hair somewhat pulled back, falling over his eyes....skin tight pants....tall....he pulls off the outfit pretty well.

And then....it happens, after a song.... two songs, not sure. We lock eyes, I haven't paid attention to my bandmates, the terror twins snagged alcohol and I didn't even notice, as I am handed a beer....but anyway, his eyes are dark....and then he WINKS at me, pursing his lips smirking.

My heart beats wildly.... but then the spell is broken, and I find myself frowning in thought...

What was THAT about? Attractive as fuck...check, gets me hot...check.....feelings...no way....what's BOTHERING me NOW....is that he probably figures I'm a chick, which I guess is fair considering I LOOK like one, still it stings. But hey not like we're gonna talk to each other after, right? Right?

I find tears pricking my eyes...like what in the actual fuck is wrong with me? The show goes on, me trying to distract myself, ribbing Sixx and Tommy....trying to lose myself to the music...it works....or does it?

Before I know it, Ratt has run thru their set and then an encore and I lock eyes with that lead singer, before dropping my gaze....and I blink and the band is gone.

"So, Vinnie, Dude what'd you think?" I don't respond still staring at the stage. "Vinny?"

I shake myself out of my stupor to find its just Tommy and I, "Um...the show? Um, they've got potential....it was good.... where's Sixx?"

Tommy looks at me strangely for a moment before replying at a 100 miles an hour, "Sixxter? Booze...or a piss or both."

Suddenly I jump out of my fucking skin as Nikki scares the shit out of me, throwing his arms around us and he has a bottle of Jack...naturally in one of his hands.

"Boo Fuckers!"

I clutch at my chest, "Sixx...don't do that! I had a heart attack....and why can't you get tequila for once?"

"Come on Neil you like Jack.... sides weren't we hitting the bar?"

I roll my eyes, "Whatever...YES." I manage to get propositioned at least half a dozen times on the way to the bar, Nikki disappears...nope, wait.... i see him talking to a tall blond-haired man now...I narrow my eyes...huh.... i think it's one of those guys from the band...maybe?

Oh this fucker....its a joke now to call him that...but the tall....amazingly tall and big guy in question was/is one Robin Crosby. He and Nikki...what he'd get Nikki into, I found it hard to forgive...for a time. But let's say he and Sixx's relationship would come to have consequences...a ripple affect on multiple lives....trouble, a lot of trouble and that is putting it mildly.

Huh, Seems Tommy has disappeared....to God knows where. I request a bottle of Tequila and Jack, and some shot glasses when I hear:

"Hey baby come here often?"

I roll my eyes ready to tell the guy off when I actually look at him....and it's the lead singer of Ratt, just great.

"Really? That's your line?" I deadpan.

"Come on baby don't be like that.... what's YOUR name?" Dark eyes dancing, I down more booze. "Pretty lady like you here a---"

"Whoa asshole, I'm a GUY. And back OFF." I snap. There is tension...the air charged, not with anger, at least not totally....its hard to describe. I ignore the guy...or try like hell too, he unnerves me, winds me up...under my skin.

I don't expect an apology but it seems....like I am gonna get one, as I risk a glance...a see a look of regret, awe...a mixture, concern...wait concern....and then I realize as I bring a hand to my face, its wet....from tears, MY tears.....

I didn't realize then that this was the man.... that I'd come to love more than life itself...that I would marry one day, and this was my first encounter with one Stephen Pearcy. Lots of wild shit is coming...so strap in tightly.

A/N: oh I have been SO excited for this!!! I hope you enjoy my friends!! More to come soon!!