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Chapter 5.

Mötley Crüe had concurred the Sunset Strip and now it's time for America to meet Mötley Crüe.

Last night, the boys managed to get a record deal with Elektra Records from Tom Zutaut, the boy I saw at Rainbow, and they also got a manager, his name's Doc. Makes him sound more like a doctor than a band manager, but a name's a name. "We gonna fucking die!" Mick says after looking at the immense crowd of people waiting for them to get on stage. Tom walks up to Nikki, Mick, Tommy, Doc and I and smiles.

"Boys, on behalf of Elektra Records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight," he says. "Where's Vince?"

"Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready," Doc says.

"This is your first big show, and there are eighteen thousand people out there tonight, so... please don't fuck this up," Tom says. Geez, way to make them feel better.

"Thanks, Tom" Doc replies sarcastically.

"Hey, let's go find Vince. Come on" Tom says to me and I nod. I follow behind him and feel someone's eyes on me as I walk away. I look over my shoulder and see Nikki looking right at me, but he looks away once he sees I'm looking back at him.

"Have you seen my date? She's brunette. She's wearing a leopard-skin bikini top. You gotta find her 'cause if she misses the show, she'll kill me," Tom says as we walk down the narrow hallway where the guys dressing rooms are.

"Ok," I say and walk off, leaving him to knock on Vince's door.

A lost, close to undressed girl at a Rock concert... God, she could be anywhere doing anything.

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I stand backstage with Doc and Vince comes running down the corridor towards the stage doing up his pants. "Vinnie, come one, man. Let's go!" Nikki yells. I look over at Tom's date and see her looking at Vince with a stupid, seductive smirk and I immediately know that she and Vince fucked. That's why we couldn't find either of them earlier. Way to start shit, Vince. Real good idea, screwing the date of the dude who just gave you record label.

I walk up the steps to join the guys and grab Vince's arm. "Jesus fucking Christ. You do realise you just signed a record deal with his company and that fucking his girlfriend could seriously fuck that up?" I ask.

Vince smiles and brings his face closer to mine. "Only if he finds out, babe," he says and I roll my eyes, pushing him away from me.

Suddenly, Tommy leans over the railing and throws up. Great. "Seriously, we're gonna die," Mick says.

"I'm ok," Tommy says.

"Alright, listen up. Come on, gather round, guys" Nikki says and walks away so they can have a private band talk.

I hope to God this goes well.

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