Extraordinaire.

4. An obsession growing.

She was now brought to the studio several times, having met Nikki's children, who played with her down on the floor, she could walk now, but she couldn't quite talk any words, however they'd all shut right the fuck up whenever she'd stare at Mick and babble: 'D-da-d.. D.. D..' Over and over again.

One particular cold morning, of 2008, in June, she was laying over Tommy's lap, the occasional rub to her belly made her giggle.

However when she rolled onto her side to look at her father, her mouth gaped wide open in shock as he now had an electric on his lap, she knew from watching him play live, that electric was clearly the best and most badass sounding version of a guitar.

He let the notes draw out each time, running through random Motley riffs, he'd play a riff, stop the riff, play a different riff.

She watched in awe, watching as he played the loud whammy intro to Kickstart My Heart.
"Dude, I think she's got an obsession growing," Vince said, Mick looked up and chuckled as she was still open mouthed and gaping right in his direction.

"I'm her father, what'd ya think?" He smirked making them chuckle, her ringlets were down to her shoulders by now, "You know, little miss Mixelle reminds me of a 60s housewife," Nikki smiled, "Right?" Tommy laughed and played with the soft ringlets.

She slid down and off his lap, marching slowly up to Mick and sitting in front of him, as if he was a teacher ready to read to the class.

He smiled and shook his head in a good-natured way.
"What?" He asked, chuckling as she hopped a little, as if bouncing in the same spot while sitting down, "Ahh!" She pointed, "This?" He asked and did a few hammer ons, she squealed and clapped making him chuckle.

"That's so adorable..." Tommy smiled, "I know," They chuckled and so he began playing her some riffs, watching as her soft eyes sparkled and widened dramatically, her lips parted and a smile forming on her face.

"You're a dork, pumpkin," Mick said and poked her little nose, "She's one soon," Tommy smiled, "I know, it feels like it hasn't been that long," Mick said and smiled as she crawled onto his lap, poking the E string, he let her fiddle with his guitar while they talked about music.