How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)

How to Train a Rockstar

December, 1980

Nikki watched Tommy aimlessly flirt with the waitress with the desire of taking her home for the night. She wasn't having it.

She set their drinks down and visibly fought the urge to conk Tommy on the head with the plastic tray she held.

"C'mon babe, you're hot, I'm hot, what are we fighting here?" Tommy grinned, leaning closer to her as she leaned away.

Mick winked at her before he proceeded to splash Tommy's drink on him in one quick motion from across the table.

"DUDE. THE FUCK?!" He shouted, turning a few heads.

The waitress laughed before returning to her job.

"Do you wanna fight me, old man?" Tommy pounded his fist into the table, "Because I can whoop your ass in a heartbeat!"

"I highly, highly, HIGHLY, doubt that." Mick took a sip of his drink, glaring at him smugly.

"ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" Tommy was on the verge of flinging himself across the table and tackling the grinning guitarist.

Nikki, the peacekeeper of this situation, grabbed Tommy's shirt and growled, "Dude, stop."

Tommy, like an upset child, reverted to fuming in the corner where the booth met the wall, attempting to fade into the leather.

Eventually the live entertainment came as promised, a band by a name Nikki forgot.

And he soon found himself enthralled by the singer onstage. Watching him gracefully pivot around the stage as he sang in a voice that left Nikki in chills.

The singer was shirtless, and wearing pants so tight, it was a mystery he could execute all the moves he did across the stage.

Tommy tapped him on the shoulder, effectively snapping him out of his trance, "What are you staring at?" He moved his head closer to Nikki's to get a better sense of what was in his view, "Is it a girl? Is she hot? Based off of what going on in your pants, it's a hot girl! I know you saw her first but DIBS!"

Nikki crossed his legs out of embarrassment. He mumbled a response, "No, I was staring at that cute blonde."

He let out a gasp, "The dude onstage? You do know that's a dude, right?"

"Yeah,I know—" Nikki tried to explain so Tommy (being of lesser mental capabilities) wouldn't misconstrue anything. Of course, he already did before he could get a word out.

"Holy shit, you're gay."

"TOMMY—"

"It's cool, it's cool, man. I don't judge. Just, uh, don't hit on me."

"Tommy, that's NOT WHAT I MEANT." Nikki growled through his teeth, smacking his friend in the side of the face.

"Oh, okay then. You didn't have to hit me." He rubbed the side of his face like the slap actually hurt him, "So what did you mean, justify your gayness."

"Look at those girls, man, they love him. If we add him to the band, that's like two times as many girls!" Nikki grabbed Tommy's shoulders and shook him, "And we both know with Mick around, that number significantly decreases..."

Mick looked to the left, then looked to the right, then at the Terror Twins, "Where do you think I am?"

Tommy completely ignored him, "WE WANT THE HOT BOY MICK!"

"What?"

"THAT ONE." Tommy pointed at the singer onstage, "THE ONE NIKKI WANTS TO FUCK HIS ASS."