Walk On The Wild Side (A Nikki Sixx Fanfiction)

One

"Valencia! Wake up!" A female voice shouted through the bedroom door, accompanied by aggressive knocking.

Sunlight streamed through the shades that adorned the windows of the small apartment. The muffled noise of LA traffic made it's way through the thin walls. LA is always bustling, especially at noon on a Saturday.

Valencia groaned and covered her head with her pillow. "Go away! I'm not in the mood!"

"Ugh! You're never in the mood! Get up! We have a lot to do today." The doorknob jiggled. "Open the door! I won't stop bothering you until you do."

Sighing, Valencia kicked the comforter away from her body and sat up in her bed. The sudden movement caused her to become lightheaded. She waited a few seconds as she returned to equilibrium. She swung her legs off her bed; her feet not prepared for contact with the cool hardwood floor. The brunette stretched and made her way to the door.

Valencia glanced at her mirror and nearly shit her pants at the sight. Her makeup was an utter mess. Black mascara ringed her azure eyes and her cherry lipstick made its way past her lips. Her dark brown hair stuck out in all directions, locked in place by her generous use of Aqua Net. It was unlike her to fall asleep with makeup on.

"Valencia! Come on! I hate waiting!"

"I'm coming! Don't get your panties in a twist," Valencia muttered. Her hand finally rested on the knob and she pulled open the door.

In the doorway was Lita Ford. Yes, that Lita Ford, lead guitarist of The Runaways.

"There's my favorite person!" Lita grinned.

"Hey." Valencia balanced herself on the door.

"Jesus. You look like shit. Fix yourself and meet me in the parking lot. We have to get to the studio in forty minutes." She hit the door frame twice and left.

Valencia shut the door and looked around her small room, surveying the mess from the previous night. What the hell happened? She tried to piece together the events as she looked through her closet for something to wear.

"Hey sexy." A hoarse voice came from her. Valencia let out a shrill shriek and whipped around, looking toward the source of the voice.

That's what happened.

A man was on her bed - fully clothed, thank God. He ran his hand through his blond hair and gave Valencia a smile.

"Uh, hi. I'm sorry but who the fuck are you?" Valencia questioned.

"David. We met at the Whiskey last night."

"Yes. Right, David. Did we...you know?"

"No, unfortunately. We got so drunk that we passed out on your bed after a heated makeout session." Fuck, this guy is a prick.

"Well, that's great to know. Look, I'm sure that you are a wonderful person and all but can you leave? I have somewhere to be." Valencia squinted her eyes and gestured toward the door.

"Um...yeah. Sure. I gave you my digits. Call me sometime." David sauntered toward Valencia and leaned over in an attempt to kiss her.

She put a hand on his chest. "I don't think so, buddy. Have a great day." Valencia pushed David out the door and continued to scour her closet for an outfit.

She settled on leather pants, heeled boots, and her favorite Queen shirt. Valencia saw them in 1975, when she was fourteen, for their "A Night At The Opera" tour. That concert was what made Valencia decide to play guitar.

Valencia put on some sunglasses as she walked toward Lita's car.

"God! Took you long enough!" Lita started the engine and drove toward the studio.

"Question. Why are we going to the studio? Neither you nor me are working on something." Valencia questioned the blond. She pulled a pack of Marlboros out of her jacket pocket and stuck a cigarette in her mouth.

As she lit the cigarette, Lita rolled down the window on the passenger side. "You know I don't like the smell in my car. "

"Sorry but you never answered my question." Valencia inhaled. The end of the cigarette lit up a bright orange color. The ash broke off the end and landed in her lap. Valencia wiped the ashes off her pants and glanced at Lita.

"Right. Sorry. I have a friend who is in an up-and-coming band and I said that we could help them record their debut album."

"Is that all I get? Tell me more about the band. If I'm going to help somebody, I need to know details." Valencia puffed on the cigarette and blew the smoke outside the window.

"Okay. I have a friend named Nikki Sixx and he's the bassist for a band he created named Mötley Crüe," Lita explained.

"I think I've heard of them before. The name sounds familiar," Valencia interjected.

"Well, they are recording an album under a label they created: Leathür Records."

"That's a pretty ballsy move. Especially for a debut album."

"So...are you willing to help?" Lita flashed her beautiful smile at Valencia in an attempt to convince her.

"Fuck it. Sure, why not?" Valencia threw her cigarette out the window.

"Awesome! This is going to be so cool! Nikki and the guys have so much potential. I think that you'll really dig them. They have a really gritty sound, so I think we have to help them rein it in a bit." Lita tapped along to the song on the radio on her steering wheel. "Anyway, we're almost there."

Valencia exhaled loudly and ran her hand through her wavy hair. She was definitely intrigued. Hopefully she was making the right choice.

Lita pulled into the parking lot and shut off the car. She looked at Valencia and asked: "Are you ready?"

"Mmm-hmmm." She got out of the car and walked with Lita into the building.

"We're here!" She shouted as they entered the booth.

A group of four men were in the booth, fiddling with their instruments. They turned around at the sound of Lita's voice.

Valencia took her sunglasses off and made eye contact with one of the band members. He had fully teased black hair - clearly dyed - and the most magnetic greenish blue eyes. She noticed that he was holding a bass.

The man cleared his throat, causing Valencia to snap out of her trance. Lita grabbed the man and led him toward her. She whispered in his ear and he smiled. He bit his lip and said in a deep voice:

"Hey, I'm Nikki Sixx."