ೃ⁀➷ ❝ 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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"𝗛𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 off." I groaned, relaxing on the couch. I had spent the last fifteen minutes ranting about how much I hated Nikki and going over my script with Jett.
"Lottie, calm down! Yes, Nikki is an absolute dick but you at least need to get along with him for this music video. You'll probably never see him again after this." Jett pushed his blonde hair out of his face, frantically groaning out of frustration.
"Fuck! I get it. I'm just stressed." I tried to get comfortable, ending up in a fail. Jett snickered as I covered my face.
"You'll live." The blonde haired boy patted my thigh.
"No I won't." I angrily sighed as a quick knock vibrated my door. I quickly stood up from my seat, reapplying my lipstick as I thrusted open the door. Ashley stood there, picking around her nail as I shut the door behind me.
"You went over the script right?" Ashley tried to glance behind me, looking for the script.
"Yup." The script seemed pretty simple, free the women that are in a cage- for some reason... Confront the band, get Vince, Nikki and Tommy to chase me, then the boys make me disappear. Right, pretty normal music video. I followed Ashley to the familiar area, but instead she lead me up a set of stairs to a stone wall.
"Alright, on three the wall will fall and you will walk across the stone." She directed, ah yes, it said something about this in the script. The girl adjusted the headpiece on my forehead as she also fixed the metallic arm piece that sat around my arm. The stage hands handed me a large shield that latched around my left arm. Thank fuck it wasn't heavy.
"Got it lady." I winked at her as she nudged me, trudging down the stairs. I awaited a few seconds before the director starting counting down.
"On, one...two...three, action!" He yelled, the wall instantly collapsed as I ran onto it, checking my surroundings.
"Cut!" The director hollered across the building.
The band walked into the area, as I peered at them down below. Mick strummed his guitar slightly, waiting for the okay to go.
"Action!" The band roared to life, as I shot Mick's guitar with my arm piece as his solo stung the building. Nikki and Vince bobbed their heads back and fourth as I flashed my teeth, while Mick continued shredding the absolute shit out of his guitar.
