You're All I Need《Nikki Sixx || Mötley Crüe || The Dirt》

{Chapter Ten}

*Mallory*

Tonight was the big night. Tonight, the whole country gets to know who Mötley Crüe is.

Mick and I peered behind the curtain at the packed stadium before going back inside.

"We're gonna fucking die," Mick said nervously.

"Relax, you're gonna do great," I said as I walked with him to the others, Doc now standing between Nikki and Mick as I stood next to Nikki, Tommy anxiously pacing a bit.

(Picture: representing Mallory's outfit tonight; Mallory is still a brunette in the story)

I had helped the guys into their costumes and make up. Rehearsals and song writing were on zero sleep and coffee, preparing for tonight.

I spent sleepless nights with stage crew Doc hired on designing the stage props and layout and even tshirts to sell.

Soon, Tom walked over to us. "Boys," he said. "On behalf of Elektra Records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight."

We all nodded at him as he looked around.

"Where's Vince?" Tom asked curiously.

"Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready," Doc said as Nikki crossed his arms and started to rub them a little, breathing anxiously.

I rubbed his back as I rested my head on his shoulder to keep him calm.

Tom nodded. "Well, this is your first big show, and there's 18,000 out there tonight, so.... Please don't fuck this up."

"Thank you, Tom," I snapped sarcastically. "Very much."

He pursed his lips and turned to the stage hand, walking off. "Hey, uh, let's go find Vince. Come on."

We watched as they leave before Doc sighed.

"Fuck all that," Doc said to the three nervous band mates. "You guys just do what you do."

Tommy twirled his drumstick a bit before accidentally dropping it, making Doc laugh a little.