My name is Kat. I'm five years old. My mom died in childbirth so my dad is a single parent. My dad is Vince Neil, lead singer of Mötley Crüe. My uncles Nikki, Mick, and Tommy always used to call him Vinny, so I just call him daddy Vinny. I learned to play guitar and bass guitar before I could read.
Kat's P.O.V.
"Hey, princess, get up we have to go the studio today," Vince shook me.
"Okay," I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"What do you want to wear today, Kitty?" He asked.
"Mötley Crüe," I yawned.
I slipped my pajama shirt off my head and he slipped a Mötley Crüe one on me.
"What pants?" He asked.
"Blue skinny jeans," I said.
He took my pajama pants off and slipped the skinny jeans on.
"C'mon time to get hair and teeth brushed."
I followed him to the bathroom.
"You brush your teeth and I'll brush your hair?" He asked.
"Okay, if you do the same," I giggled.
He brushed my hair as I brushed my teeth.
I climbed up on the toilet to brush his hair as he brushed his teeth. He didn't have any snarls in his hair.
"Thanks, sweetie," he smiled, kissing my cheek.
He put the seat belt on me and we drove to the studio.
"Hey, pumpkin," Tommy smiled.
"Hi, Tommy," I smiled back.
Mick was tuning his guitar when I sat next to him.
"Hey, girlie," he smiled.
"Hi," I giggled.
"Hey, why don't you grab your guitar and we can play something," he said still smiling.
"Okay," I got up and ran to go get it.
I accidently ran into Nikki.
"Oops sorry," I said looking up and running off.
He grabbed my wrist and hugged me.
"Did you think you could just run off without giving your uncle a hug?" He smiled.
"No," I giggled, hugging him back.
"Where were you headed?" He asked.
"To get my guitar to play with Uncle Mick," I told him.
"Later do you wanna come to my house and we can make a new song?" He smiled, letting go.
"Yeah!" I yelled.
"Okay, I'll ask your daddy. Now go get your guitar, Uncle Mick's waiting," he said.
I ran off and went and sat back next to Mick.
"You were gone for a bit," he noted, playing a few chords.
"I was talking to Nikki," I said.
"Okay," he looked over. "Here, can I see it?"
I handed it to him and he tuned it.
He handed it back.
We played a few songs before they had to go record.
I fell asleep on the uncomfortable leather couch in the studio.
When I woke up I was stretched out on Nikki's couch.
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Livin' Life On The Wild Side (A Mötley Crüe Story)
Fanfiction(One of my first stories I wrote. Will be rewrote eventually) Vince Neil is trying to take care of his five year old daughter, Kat, be a rockstar, and trying to keep his daughter safe from the man who thinks he's her real father. His band mates, Ni...
