Same Ol' Situation || Nikki Sixx

Seven ✩ The Starwood

Tonight was the boys' first-ever gig, and they were set to perform at the Starwood. They had been busy writing songs and trying to get in sync with each other, but tonight was the big moment.

Tommy was his usual hyper self, but it seemed like he'd had an extra shot of energy.

Nikki, on the other hand, wasn't talking to anyone. He was hunched over his bass, his hair obscuring his face.

I had realised that Nikki preferred not to speak to me when he was sober, and it was only when he was drunk that he really responded to me.

Vince was preoccupied with admiring himself in the mirror and teasing his hair as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Mick was snoozing in the back of the dressing room.

They had invited me to watch the show with them, having grown closer during the time they spent working on songs for their planned album.

Nikki even insisted on having me put together their show outfits, but I outright refused.

Thanks to this, and probably because I came off as rude, this didn't help with his attitude towards me.

In the weeks leading up to the gig, Vince had brought his girlfriend over a few times, each visit ending with her leaving angry at the boys and myself for picking on her.

It was amusing to watch her react to the loud, fast-paced music the boys played almost daily.

"This is too fast, baby!" she huffed, storming out like a category-five hurricane.

Oddly, this inspired Nikki to write a song called "Too Fast for Love" which they planned on releasing as a title track along the line.

Watching the boys buzzing around and getting ready to go on stage, I straightened my own outfit and stepped over to Mick. I gently shook his shoulder, urging him to wake up.

"I'm still awake, Kid," he said with his eyes closed, making me jump.

"Sorry, Mick," I ran a hand through my hair and stepped back.

"You're fine," Mick said, reclined and sighing deeply with his eyes closed.

I approached Vince, ruffling his freshly teased hair, earning a playful scowl from him.

"I'm gonna go wait by the stage, when are you on?" I asked, leaning forward and checking my reflection in the mirror.

"Ten minutes. You better be in the front row, sweetheart," he chuckled, going back to fixing his eyeliner.

It took nearly the full ten minutes for me to venture through the Starwood, eventually finding the bar and stage with two minutes until Motley Crue was scheduled to perform.

Finding a spot on the floor close to the stage, I pulled out a tube of lip gloss and applied some. A few moments after I stowed the tube back in my purse and balanced a cigarette on my freshly glossed lip, the boys were filling the stage.

Before I knew it, Tommy was behind his drums, Vince with his microphone, Nikki holding his bass, and Mick supporting his guitar.

The four of them looked powerful standing elevated on the stage, like Greek gods with their weapons.

Vince was already sweating as he held the microphone and introduced themselves, before Mick took over and started to solo.

The room was dim, and there were flashing spotlights on Mick and his guitar as he played expertly for a few seconds until the band struck up "Stick to Your Guns."