ೃ⁀➷ ❝ You're in the [ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 ], I'm in the [ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. Nobody's [ 𝐬𝐨𝐧 ], nobody's [ 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ]. ❞ - Lana Del Rey
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. Violet Vienna and Nikki Sixx, two broken halves, who fit perfectly. Although they claime...
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╰┈➤ ❝ [ 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟰 ] ❞ —
"𝗜 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔 𝗝𝗢𝗕." My manager, Barry, stated.
"Job, you mean a show booking?" I snickered, fumbling through my refrigerator as I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder.
"No, a job. For you." My brows furrowed as confusion pulsed through my body. What the fuck is he talking about?
"What are you talking about?" I turned my full attention to him, so much for cooking breakfast.
"You used to be an actress, correct?" I groaned, to be honest, I never told him I used to be an actress. I was a theatre kid in high school, I was always in the plays and always auditioned. Pretty much all the time I got the lead role, rather than the part I was auditioning for. But I'm no actress.
"What did you do?" My eyes widened, as my palms became sweaty.
"A band is filming a music video, and they wanted a woman to play a lead in the video. I got a call about it yesterday, they wanted you to play the woman. They said you had 'the look' they were wanting anyways." He laughed loudly into the phone, I let out a relieved sigh. A music video, easy. I could do that.
"What band?" I snickered into the phone, as he took a deep breath. Seems like the first time he took a breath this whole conversation.
"Mötley Crüe." Barry said, the name sounded slightly familiar. I probably heard it on the street too many times to count.
"I've heard of them, when the fuck is it?" I sighed, leaning against the wall as I heard Barry's breathing on the phone.
"Well, it's tomorrow..." I could physically hear him cringe on the other side of the phone. He knew I was about to go off on him.
"What!" I exclaimed, dropping the corded phone momentarily. I had to prepare, there is no way I'm doing it without being prepared.
"Sorry." I could hear him shrug as the phone suddenly went dead. He had hung up. I groaned, sliding down the wall, stress filling my body.
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗢
Last night I barely slept, I had been worrying all night. Luckily Jett agreed to come with me to set, but still, I was shitting my pants.
