Karma's Happenstance Part 2 (Nikki Sixx/OC/Guns n Roses)

Are you shitting me?

Hellhouse, Los Angeles
16. March 1988

Amy

"Nikki Sixx?"

"Yeah. Nikki Sixx."

"You mean Nikki Sixx, bass player for Mötley Crüe? That Nikki Sixx?"

"Yeah, Amy. That Nikki Sixx."

Tom is starting to sound a little bit frustrated with me as we speak on the phone. I get it. Because I probably sound like a retard right now. It's just that my head keeps rejecting what he's telling me.

"Nikki Sixx... ugh... I don't understand..." I try again to get what he's trying to tell me. "So Nikki Sixx is going to be GNR's tour manager? He's going on tour with them?"

"Yes, exactly. Could you tell Axl? I've gotta go." Tom replies.

I suddenly panic that he'd hang up the phone.

"Tom?" I almost scream.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"You think that's a good idea? Why is Nikki doing this anyway? Isn't he supposed to look after his own band or something?"

"It's our only option, honey. And he volunteered."

While my brain is still busy figuring out why the fuck Nikki Sixx would be volunteering for that, Tom hangs up the phone. Did he even say good bye? I have no fucking clue.

Nikki fucking Sixx. God help us. I didn't even know he does shit like that. He has his own band. Doesn't he have to work on a new album or some other things, rockstars off tour use to do? Why on earth would he go on tour with my brother and the guys?

The answer to that comes within an instant. Sure, he could get strung out, fuck everything with a pulse and a vagina and start trouble all the time. Nikki Sixx is evil. And I'm sure he's bored like hell at home.

Shit. This is going to end in a disaster. Well, apart from running into him fucking some chick in Louisiana last year, I don't know Nikki that well. But on each other occasion we've met for a second, he hit on me every single time. And every time I turned him down. He didn't like it that much. I guess he's not used to women turning him down.

Yeah, sure Nikki is hot. Very hot. But I'm not about changing my views for a hot guy that uses women he does.
After Tom hung up on me, I get all the guys together and wait until they are all sitting around me.

"That was Tom on the phone." I say and all eyes come up to me. I take the bottle of beer that Slash is holding out to me and take a swig.

"So, what's happening?" Billy asks. He's anxious, I can tell. It's been very stressful the last days.

"We've got a new tour manager." I say plainly.

"And? Who is it?" Izzy pushes.

I take another swig on my beer and let out a small sigh.

"Nikki Sixx."

Slash's eyes widen. "Seriously? That's awesome."

I know he's been friends with Nikki quite a while now. All the guys have some kind of history with the Crüe.

"You've got to be fucking kiddin me!" Izzy cries out. "There's no fucking way I'm going to survive that tour with Sixx around."

Izzy flips a cigarette to his lips and lights it while he continues. "You remember that shit in Vegas? First he fucking drugged me out and then he stabbed me with a needle right into my heart."

Billy rolls his eyes at him. "Yeah, fuckhead. He also saved your girl, remember?"

Izzy just huffs at him.