"GUYS! GUYS!" They heard Mick shout as he barged in, returning from work, "FUCKIN'—GUYS! HEY!"
Nikki, Vince, and Tommy, all came out of the kitchen to find out what he was calling them for. They observed him from the doorway as he aggressively stomped towards them in the high-heel boots that accompanied his stripper outfit.
"GUYS GUESS WHAT!" He stomped his foot too hard against the floor as he tried to cross the living room. The heel of his boot snapped off and he face planted.
"MICK!" Tommy cried, forcefully shoving Vince and Nikki in order to help him up.
"Tommy! I'm fine!" Mick insisted, laughing as the drummer pulled on his arm in an attempt to get him off the floor, "These shoes are old anyway."
"You're in a good mood." Vince commented with a smile.
He threw himself into his chair, "I am!"
"You gonna tell us or something?" Nikki asked, leaning against the kitchen doorway. He did that a lot and he didn't quite know why.
"Okay so," He drew in an excited breath, taking off his boots, "I was talking to one of my customers today, and he works at this club. And I told him that I had a brother who was in a band. Sucked his dick and now," He leapt up as he said his announcement, "He's letting us play absolutely free in a week."
"THAT'S FUCKING AWESOME!" Tommy cheered, grabbing Mick and hugging him. He lifted him off the ground and spun him around in celebration.
"WHAT?!" Nikki squawked, "WE'RE GONNA PLAY? ON A STAGE? WITH A FUCKING AUDIENCE?"
Mick nodded with a huge smile on his face and Nikki started hyperventilating.
"WE'RE NOT READY." He wheezed, throwing himself onto Vince to keep himself from falling, "WE STILL NEED TO BUILD A DRUM RISER! WE NEED TO PUT TOGETHER A SET LIST!"
"Sixxy, calm down." Vince cooed, rubbing Nikki's back with his hand.
"WE HAVE TO REHEARSE! NOW!" Nikki ordered, still amidst his panic.
"Relax, man, I just got home." Mick said, "Let me go change, alright?"
"MAKE IT FAST!" Nikki barked, pointing down the hallway. Mick left hastily as to not anger Nikki.
"Can Tonight please be on the setlist?" Vince asked, "Please, Sixxy."
"What is your obsession with this song?" Tommy asked.
"Well, uh, it was the song I was singing when I first saw Nikki. Well, I caught sight of all of you fighting, but still, the sentiment is there."
"Well, of course we can!"
Nikki agreed.
"Thanks guys!" Vince cheered.
"I'M BACK! I'M BACK!" Mick darted down the hallway.
"MICK STOP RUNNING! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING FALL AGAIN!" Tommy warned him.
Mick ran up to him.
"Mick, what did I say?" Tommy puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. He sternly looked down at the guitarist, who was nearly pocket-sized without his huge boots.
Mick respond by sticking out his tongue at him.
"That's not very mature of you, Mars." Tommy teased. Taking a step closer to him, intimidatingly, "Especially from the oldest one here."
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How To Train a Rockstar (Complete)
FanfictionNikki Sixx has been eagerly waiting for the day when the lineup of his new band would be complete. The assemblage was only missing one member. He'd found a drummer, his best friend Tommy Lee. Nikki had also hired guitarist Mick Mars out of a newspap...
