When Angie turned 23, she moved from a small town in Wyoming to Los Angeles, hoping to leave her shitty life behind and start over. Hollywood is the beacon for everyone who wants to make it in the entertainment industry, hoping to become successful...
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So if you cannot take my hand And if you must be going, I will understand
You gotta make your own kind of music Sing your own special song Make your own kind of music Even if nobody else sings along
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LOS ANGELES, JULY 1, 1983
It was the 1st of July, the day of the launch of the Playboy issue that featured Angie as the centrefold. This day was suppose to be fun and exciting, celebrating her debut as a model. But there hadn't been much fun and excitement in the past few days.
The day after Nikki got arrested, Angie wandered around the large, empty house, waiting for the phone call to tell her she was allowed to come collect him from the station. She had considered not going, she was still so mad about the whole situation, the fact he had hit her and the things he had said to her and wished upon her and the baby was just insane. He could just get a damn taxi home or call Tommy or Vince to pick him up for all she cared. But she eventually gave in and went to collect him from the police station. She hoped that if she acted nice and forgiving towards him, maybe he would come around with the idea of keeping the baby. Even though it scared the shit out of her, she felt like she had to keep it. It didn't feel right to get another abortion, there was just something in her that told her this was all happening for a reason.
But Nikki wasn't really one to acknowledge her actions. He was still on edge about the whole pregnancy thing. Angie tried to talk about it with him but he simply dismissed her every single time, telling her he was thinking about it and still needed more time. Bullshit, she thought. He wanted an abortion simply because he was scared. It was unknown territory for him, he had no idea what to expect, how to handle it, what to do. Heck even the simple thought of changing a diaper scared him. So instead he occupied himself with things that were familiair territory, things that were in his comfort zone, things that made him feel good and got his mind off of things; music, sex, alcohol and drugs.
Angie had been sober for the past five days now and it was driving her mad. She felt like shit, especially dealing with all of the anxiety going on in her life right now. The pregnancy, her situation with Nikki and the magazine. But so far she had managed to stay away from the booze and drugs, the only question was for how long. The fact that she wasn't on any and Nikki was all time, only made them fight even more.
This resulted in Angie not wanting to be intimate with him, so Nikki turned to other girls. Not that it was hard for him to even find any, they had groupies everywhere, all the time. He, Vince and Tommy had even gone to a strip club the night before and ended up at their usual spot at the Rainbow, resulting in a very steamy night for all men. But this was nothing out of the ordinary for them, even though all of them were dating. A casual blowjob under the table or quickie in the bathroom was daily business. Only for them to come home to their girlfriends again, being absolutely plastered and acting as if they were the only woman in the world for them. Spoiling them with sweet words, luxurious dates and expensive gifts. And somehow they fell for it. The opulent lifestyle was too tempting for both the rockstars and their partners.
