Chrissy groaned as she heard her alarm clock sound off next to her bed. It was four in the afternoon, which may seem a bit late to some people but when you're a bartender at a fairly popular bar in West Hollywood it is incredibly way too early.
Chrissy hadn't gotten home until seven o'clock that morning and didn't fully get to sleep until around eight because of trying to figure out her schedule for the same night. Don't get her wrong, Chrissy loved her job so very much. She was very grateful for her boss, considering most people wouldn't hire an eighteen year old from right off the street, plus she worked with a lot of great people but sometimes she wondered if this is all she could really do.
Ever since she was a little girl, Chrissy had dreamt of being a model, well technically a princess at first but then that led to her growing up and figuring out a model is the closest thing to a princess. She was born and raised in Galveston, Texas. Her mother, Amy, was a typical housewife and her father, Norman, was a mechanic. They encouraged their little girl to do as best as she could and that definitely paid off. She graduated a year earlier than when she was supposed to and while that made them incredibly proud of their daughter, it also made them face the reality of her not being a little girl anymore. That year, she decided that she was going to move to California.
She took a greyhound bus and traveled for two days to reach the place that she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl.
"This is it?" was the first thing that popped up in her mind when she first stepped foot on the sidewalks of West Hollywood. She looked around and noticed the abundance of prostitutes and guys with long hair that was teased higher than her mothers was whenever she went out to dinner or to church.
Soon enough, Chrissy realized that she needed to get a job. She left with around one thousand dollars and while that may seem like a lot, it couldn't last the seventeen year old a whole year in California. She must have walked around for a good three hours trying to find a place to work but every time she asked about a job the places either turned her down for her age or said they were full. She was almost ready to just give up and get a bus ticket back to Galveston.
That was when she saw a girl across the street run out of the doors of a bar while screaming "I quit!".
Now while it may seem like a very unfortunate situation for the young girl who was now out of a job, it was basically a blessing for Chrissy.
She ran across the street while praying to not get hit by a car and to also, hopefully, get a job.
As soon as she walked into the bar, she instantly felt out of place. She was wearing a baggy shirt that once belonged to her little brother but he was obviously too big for it now and jeans and some worn out Nikes while the other girls in the place were either wearing skimpy, short dresses or very short short and crop tops that showed off their assets.
She slowly walked up to a middle aged man at the bar and asked about a job opening. He obviously laughed in her face right then and there. Ray thought it was a joke seeing as she looked like she was around sixteen and obviously did not belong in this place. But when he saw her cheeks turn red from embarrassment and her eyes beginning to water, he realized that this girl wasn't joking.
He began talking to her, trying to figure out how in the hell a girl like her ended up in his bar. He soon realized the predicament she was in and decided to help her out a bit. He said that he would give her a job at the bar and she could help with cleaning the place up after they closed, but this job was only temporary seeing as he didn't want to get fired for hiring someone under aged at a bar. Now fast forward a whole year later and Chrissy was now a bartender at the Whisky A Go-Go and probably brought in the most money seeing as she was a people pleaser and "easy on the eyes" as Ray would call it.
Chrissy had also met her roommates that same night. She never thought that helping a semi-drunk girl with her totally wasted friend would help her find a place to stay but it surprisingly did that night.
Diane, being the nice person that she was, decided to strike up conversation with the sweet girl who was helping her control her insanely drunk friend. She soon found out everything about Chrissy, including that she still had no place to sleep, so she offered up their couch to the seventeen year old and everything has been history since then.
Chrissy, Diane, and Heather have been inseparable since that very night and even moved into a nice, three bedroom apartment in West Hollywood.
Things have been going pretty well for Chrissy considering she was an eighteen year old who didn't know what she was doing half of the time. Diane has basically been like a mom to her and always tried to take care of her seeing as she was basically still a baby. Heather was like the cool, older sister that Chrissy had never had. She taught Chrissy how to do her makeup and basically how to dress in order to "get more tips" at her job.
Now, it was August of 1985 and Chrissy was still in West Hollywood with her two best friends, trying to figure out what the rest of this year had in store for her.
Only time would tell.
(Hi guys!!! This is my very first Guns N' Roses story and I'm so incredibly nervous!! I've been contemplating on writing one for awhile and here it is! Please give me some sort of feedback and let me know if you like it or not! I have big plans for this story and hope y'all stick around for them!)
