What happens when Nikki Sixx falls for his biggest competition?
The year is 1995, the 80s glam rock has been dead and gone, and grunge and alternative music are on top now. This brings Teagan Foxx and her band to the top, leaving bands like Mötley...
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*going to go ahead and apologize for any typos or errors*
Teagan heard the yelling before she even opened her eyes. She was still too out of it to figure out where the voice was coming from. She cracked an eye open and quickly shut it again at the blinding light. She sighed snapped open both of her eyes and grunted.
"You better tell that nasty skank that she owes me more Louis Vuitton heels!" She heard the screechy voice pierce her ears again.
"Baby you act like you don't have my credit card. You constantly buy new shoes, just go buy some more. Give the girl a break she is just way too hungover." Nikki screamed back at Brandi with a scoff. Teagan reached up to rub her face and felt a hand on her stretched-out legs. She leaned her head down and saw Tommy looking at her with a soft expression. With no words spoken he handed her a water bottle and Teagan finally sat up. She tuned out the Sixx's argument. She looked down at her wrist watch and her eyes widened.
"Oh fuck I was supposed to be in hair and makeup 30 minutes ago! Tommy, how long have I been out?" Teagan sat up with a groan, happy because her head was no longer spinning. Both Nikki and Brandi's heads snapped to the girl who was once passed out. Brandi started stomping towards her screaming about her shoes but Teagan had hopped up and was rushing out of the door with Tommy trailing her.
"Hurry run the Wicked Witch is gonna get us!" Tommy screamed while pushing Teagan out of the doorway causing her to laugh. They turned a corner and the sound of Brandi following them slowly stopped and they walked into her dressing room. Her makeup and hair artist started getting to work while Tommy made himself comfortable on the couch as they debriefed what had happened the night before and before she passed out.
When Teagan emerged from hair and makeup she looked like she had never been hungover nor was just puking her guts up. Her long hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with small tendrils of hair framing her face. She kept tugging on the short and tight cheetah print mini dress Stella had insisted that she wore. Teagan was still very insecure about her body, always seeing a bigger girl in the mirror than she was. Her long legs were clad in fishnets that had the occasional rip due to her thick thighs, but she liked that look. Her black combat boots echoed the empty hall as she approached the stage. Teagan never told anyone just how deep her insecurities went. Her thoughts were obsessive and she knew it was a problem but she felt crazy when she even thought about talking to someone about it.
Seeing Brandi all over Nikki, her slender body and perky boobs, it made Teagan want to throw up. She felt so insecure and she felt stupid for feeling like that. She heard him saying that he wanted to divorce her, but the lady was pregnant so that wasn't going to happen and she knew it. Teagan reached down and squeezed her thighs, hating they were not little and toned like Brandi's were. She suddenly did not want to perform anymore. She wanted to hole up in her room and not talk to anyone ever again. A wave of extreme sadness washed over her because the small attention, and sex, she was getting from Nikki suddenly felt like nothing. She felt like nothing to him and she knew she wasn't his and he wasn't hers. Her mind flashed back to Tommy and how not that many nights ago in his hotel room at the party, he was talking to her and touching her. She thought about running to Tommy to take away her pain and to get Nikki off her mind, for good hopefully.
