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Nikki Sixx #1

"I can't fucking wait!" I tried to contain a grin as I applied crimson lipstick to my lips.
"Yeah, me too! I never thought I'd be going to a concert as amazing as this!" My best friend Jenna giggled as she curled her blonde hair. She was never into the sane styles as me, she liked to dress girly, but she was one of the most hardcore girls I knew.
"Do you think we'll meet anyone?"
"God, I'd love to. Let's hope, Jen," I said as I put my Doc Martens on, "but either way, I'm dressing to impress."

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"God, it's massive."
"I know. Let's go. I can't wait any longer!"
Jenna grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd, blindly leading me...right into a tall man's chest.
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, uh, I didn't-"
"Hey, no worries sweetheart."
I looked up and saw a face I only thought could exist in my dreams.
"Oh, my god. Um, wow. Hi, Mr Nikki Sixx. It's so good to meet you."
"Hey, good to meet you too, sugar. What's your name?"
"It's, um, y/n."
"Well, y/n, how would you like to stick around after the show and come backstage?"
"Oh, God, really? That would be so amazing! But, I mean, I have a friend who-"
"Bring her too, sweetheart. It's no problem."
"Oh my God, thank you! I should probably go find her, but, um, good luck out there. I'm sure you'll do great." I smiled shyly, and he winked.
"I know I will if you're out there." He said as I walked away.

What the fuck?
Did Nikki Sixx just flirt with me?
No, he probably just says that to everyone.

I brushed the thoughts off my mind and set out to find Jenna, who had kept walking when I bumped into Nikki. I eventually found her at the bar, sipping on a Pina Colada and talking to a muscular blonde man.
"Hey, are we gonna go get a spot?" I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, as did the man.
"Hey, yeah, I, um, this is David."
"Yeah, no shit! It's amazing to meet you, Mr Roth. You're an idol of mine."
"Please, call me David. It's good to meet you too, I've invited your friend here to come backstage-"
"Oh! Actually, I just met Nikki Sixx, and he invited me to go back there too. He told me to wait after the show, do you have any clue where I should go?"
"Oh, well, yeah! Jenna's watching the show from backstage anyway, so you can go there, if you'd like?"
"Wait, seriously? Well, yeah! That'd be great!"
"Sweet. Would you like a drink?" David pulled out his wallet and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Please, let me. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't pay for a lovely lady's drink?"
I turned around and blushed as I saw Nikki stood behind me, looking down into my eyes.
"Hi again."
"Hello again, sugar. Anything you want to drink, you can have it. It's on my tab." He winked, and I smiled.
"Can I have a Strawberry Fields, please? The mocktail version, if that's okay." I asked, and Nikki ordered that as well as a Purple Rain cocktail.
"So, y/n tells me you invited her backstage?" David piped up and Jenna looked on.
"Yeah, I see you found a friend too, huh?" Nikki smiled as he took our drinks from the bartender.
"Actually, this is the friend I came with. This is Jenna." I introduced her to Nikki, and he smiled.
"It's good to meet you. Thanks for pulling y/n straight into my chest." He laughed, and Jenna cringed.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Jenna smiled apologetically and I waved a hand.
"Hey, it's cool. I mean, I never would've met Nikki." I shrugged and sipped my mocktail, jumping a little as I felt Nikki's hand slip around my waist.
"Yeah, I mean, I suppose we have to thank you." He said, discreetly stepping closer to my body. My breath hitched, and his hand moved down to the small of my back.

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"C'mon, it's about to start!" A slightly drunk Jenna took my hand and led me to the backstage area. I didn't bother concealing the grin on my face when I saw Nikki on stage, alongside David Lee Roth, Roger Taylor, Duff McKagan and Slash. He made eye contact with me and winked, flashing a pearly white smile at me.
Every song the four of them played was better than the last. 'I Was Made For Loving You', a cover of KISS's song, was the final song on the setlist. Nikki looked over at me and smiled as he talked to Slash, Duff, Roger and David.
"Alright, we're changing the routine a little bit!" Nikki shouted, and handed his guitar to David.
"I'm gonna be singing this next song, and Dave's having a bit of a break. And for that reason, I'm inviting y/n out onto the stage with me!" He cheered, and the crowd cheered back, almost definitely not knowing why.
"Go, go!" Jenna took my drink from my hand and pushed me out onto the stage.