Vince's girlfriend went off so it left me and the boys, and my old man. They were trying to find a new band name, I wasn't so helpful though. I was thinking about Daniel, he used to like rock, but not that "heavy" like Vince's girl said. I laughed a little and I guess Nikki heard it.
"What you're laughin'?" He looks at me with a grin.
"I just remembered that girl saying the song was to heavy." He snorts handing me a beer. "So, Nikki. What's your story?" His smile fades away and shrugs it off. "I guess I poked a wound. Sorry." He looks at me.
"It's okay, don't worry." He went back sketching his notebook and Tommy sat besides me.
"Like burning cockroaches?" He smiles and I giggle.
"So here's my theory, okay? If we wanna knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them show. The punks, they're doing the minimalist thing, so let's take it in the exact opposite directions. I'm talking a stadium shoe in the clubs, man. Like costumes and lights and—"
"Pyro. Flames and shit." Tommy cuts Nikki and the only thing a see is fire. "Explosions." I back away a little with my eyes widen.
"Exactly. Look it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before."
"So what do we call this thing?" Vince asks.
"Where is it? Here." He turns some pages and I smile. "You know, it's all about being like, fucking larger than life." He shows it and I look at it with a frown. What the fuck.
"That's fucking Christmas." I said laughing.
"On a scale of one to ten, that gets a one point nine." They chuckled and I pat Nikki's back.
"It's a play on Christmas. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It'll piss people off and make people think, you know. It's got shock value." Nikki looks at me and I look at Tommy for some help.
"Yeah, I'm shocked by how much it blows." I hold my laugh and my dad looks at me, I notice he saw my hand still on Nikki's back. Fuck.
"All right then, assholes. You give it a shot, but fucking make it big!" He trows the notebook down and laid next to me.
"Oh, come one, it's good, Nikki. But for a kid." He looks at me and rolls his eyes. Tommy grabs the pen and Nikki's notebook and draw a penis. "Fucking boys."
"The fourskins? Really, Tommy?"
"Yeah. 'Cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude." I roll my eyes, what have I got into?
"Yeah, but can you see that shit on the marquee above the Forum?" Nikki asks with an obvious tone.
"Okay, you're right. I'm out." I look at my dad and smiled.
"Come on, Mick. You've gotta do better than that." My dad turns the notebook around and it was the best name I've ever heard.
"Mötley Crüe." I whisper.
"That's sick, dude."
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This chapter is really short, but I'll make it up later, promise
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