Burlesque

FIVE

We chose a pizza place for dinner, not to far away from my apartment. We chose it because, well, I still wanted my drink. The place had drinks on offer and pizza so we decided it sounded good. Only we ordered two large pizzas thinking they would be equivalent Pizza Hut sizes and that would be good for the both of us and I can take hole leftovers. Only this is a real Italian Pizza joint and the Larges were bigger than my head. I sip my wine
"So. This is huge."
He laughs
"You know what else is huge?"
I smirk
"The other pizza?"
He winks
"Read my mind sugar."
I place down my glass
"Lucky I like to eat."
He cracks his knuckles
"Let me at it."

We managed I get through one pizza and two slices of the other one. We take the rest of it back to my apartment. His eyes roam when we get in.
"You know what this reminds me of?"
"What?"
I ask as I open the fridge to put the leftovers away
"A grunge version of Monica's apartment. From friends."
I poke my head out of the kitchen
"You watch friends?"
His cheeks flush pink slightly
"It's a guilty pleasure. Plus Juliet loves it."
I still have to google her. I come out of the kitchen carrying two beers to the lounge
"Well, I was looking for an apartment that looked like a grunge version of Monica's so it looks like I reached my goal."
He laughs and takes a seat on the couch next to me. I hand him his beer.
"So how long are you in London?"
He replies as he uncaps his beer
"Tomorrow is our last show and we leave the next morning to Copenhagen."
I nod
"Sweet."
He takes a sip
"I'm gonna miss you."
I laugh and take a sip
"No you won't."
He turns his body to me
"What makes you say that?"
I shrug
"People come and go in my life and I don't get missed. That's how it is."
He takes my hand on the couch between us
"I'm gonna change that."
I disagree
"No you won't. A big rockstar like yourself? It was nice knowing ya buddy."
He leans closer to me, whispering
"November- how could I forget the girl who was spitting witty insults at me the first time I spoke to her?"

I drop him off at his hotel, he wouldn't get out of the car unless I agreed to watch the show tomorrow night. Since I don't have work I gladly accepted. Back home the first thing I do is google Juliet Simms. When I see her I remember her. She was on the voice. I don't remember if I liked her or not. So I click on a link that takes me to YouTube. Her song Wild Child. Um... It's not bad. Just not my taste. Very... Croaky and squeaky. Nasally. Just to me anyway. So yeah, I'm not a fan. But that doesn't mean she's a bad person. I watch her perform live. Would it be mean of me to say I think she's trying super hard? I keep these opinions to myself. I don't want to offend Andy if he finds out I don't like his Girlfriend's music at all. I haven't met her yet- maybe her personality makes up for that.

The next day we do the same thing, meet up for lunch then I watch the rest of the rehearsals. After rehearsals we take a trip to the nearest bar where we hang out until we have I get back to the venue for the show. They give me the option of standing side stage to watch the show or at the front of the mosh, to quote Andy 'either way I want to be able to see you on stage.' I choose the mosh as I find that the mosh would be more enjoyable. While preparing for the show he keeps me around though. Helping him get ready by choosing shirts for him and a jacket. When he takes one last look in the mirror he addresses me
"Alright?"
I smile
"You're missing something."
I sit him down in the chair in front of the mirror and I slide up in front of him on the bench. I go through my purse and take out my eyeliner pencil. He had everything else to do with makeup done, the White stripe across his face etcetera, but not this. I noticed this the first time I saw him. His eyes stand out naturally, strikingly blue, but with this it takes it to a whole new level. I cross my leg over the other and uncap the pencil, I indicate with a finger
"Come here Nikki Sixx."
He smiles and leans forward, his arm resting over my knee. His hand touching my thigh. With my finger underneath his chin I tilt his face up, holding him in place as I draw on a little bit of eyeliner. When I'm done I tap the tip of his nose
"Complete. Now get you're skinny ass up on stage."
He laughs and helps me down off the bench, dragging me by the hand side stage. You can hear the screaming fans, it's deafening. He has to lean in close and whisper to me
"Something for good luck?"
I roll my eyes at him but end up giving him a hug despite how ridiculous I think it sounds. He kisses my forehead, even in the darkness I can see the blush that develops across his cheeks when he realises what he just did. Reaching up on my tiptoes so I can whisper to him so that he can hear clearly I say
"Don't worry, we can discuss that later."
I squeeze his hand reassuringly and he runs out behind Ashley. Security quickly takes me out and helps me into the mosh, I squish in right up front.

During Rebel Love song, which is one of my favourites I've come to notice- I'm gathering a list of favourites, Andy crouches down right in front of me, a cheeky smirk on his lips. He holds the microphone to me just as the chorus comes along, it picks me up singing it. He winks and moves along. That cheeky motherfucker. At the end of the show after they thank everyone Andy runs down and helps me up into the stage, from there we all go side stage and then back stage where we pick up our things and quickly get out into an SUV. After that big night, it's time for a break. Especially for the boys.