Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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Monday, August 28, 1989
I was back in LA and heading over to the LA model management headquarters with Tamara. She was very excited to have me back. We sat in the limo and talked about all the upcoming events that were going to be happening for me.
"I hope you're well rested and ready to work again. There are lots of magazines that have been asking for you I already said yes to them, not to mention some companies that want you to be the face of their perfume bottles. Also, you're booked for all twenty-four shows for the three fashion weeks. That's New York Fashion Week from September fifth to the thirteenth, then from there you head to London and that's from the thirteenth to the seventeenth after that is Paris and that's from September twenty-fourth to October second. The six days in between you can come home and rest then we head to Paris. Now I know you expressed that you wanted to celebrate your twentieth birthday at home, but it can't happen, so you're going to do it in Paris on Monday."
I looked out the window not listening to what she was saying.
"Iman."
"Yeah," I said as I turned to face her.
"I can't have you daydreaming and not paying attention to what I'm saying. When we get to the meeting, they're going to want to make sure that you're good."
"Do they know?"
"No, I didn't tell them, I just said you were very sick and you needed time off. But looking at you now it seems like you're not up for this." She frowned.
"I'm sorry...I'm just thinking about what my mom said to me before I left."
"What did she say?"
"That it wasn't my fault. You know I finally looked at myself in the mirror, it felt good." I whispered and looked back out the window again with a smile on my face.
"Of course, it wasn't your fault, it was that junkie and his dealers. At least now you know to stay away from guys like him."
I tensed up hearing her call Nikki a junkie. I don't know if I should say whether he's clean or not. No, I think I'll just let it be. We arrived at the building and went upstairs. We walked towards a conference room and I felt a bit uneasy.
