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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Thursday, December 28th, 1989
Toronto, Canada
Morning
"Alright mama, I'm ready to go!" I yelled from downstairs.
"I don't understand why Tamara booked you for a video music shoot." My mom groaned as she walked downstairs. "You barely spent any time with us. You went to Vancouver to see Jess and her family and spent Christmas there. You just got back yesterday."
"She wanted me to meet her dad." I shrugged.
"In Vancouver?" My mom raised her brows. "They live in the states."
"In Miami."
My mom's face went straight. "Iman you need to come home more often and spend some time with us. Your sisters miss you...and so do I."
I felt bad. I do miss my family whenever I am away in LA. I planned on coming back and spending the rest of the time here. But Tamara called and said I had to come down to LA immediately. My mom also said she had been calling while I was in Vancouver.
"Mama I told Tamara not to book me for anything during the holidays, but she still did."
My mom's face went from straight to sad.
"I'm sorry."
She sighed. "Don't be, this is your career. But try and come home more often."
"I will." I smiled.
"That would be nice." My mom smiled. "Do you know the artist that you'll be working with?"
"Not sure, but I hope it's Michael Jackson again. I loved working with him."
"Well, you're booked. So, you have to go." She groaned again. "Selena, Felicia, Maya!" She called out to my sisters. "Iman is leaving hurry and come say bye!"
My sisters came downstairs and I said my goodbyes to them. The limo picked me up and dropped me at the airport so I could take a private plane back to the States.
LA
As soon as I landed, I saw Tamara get out of the car.
"Hi, Tamara."
"Hi, sweetie." She smiled. "Get her bags and put them in the car." She snapped at the chauffeur.
We entered the limo and started driving.
"Tamara my mom was really upset with you booking me for a video shoot. I wanted to stay home for the rest of the break." I complained.
"Listen, you're going to thank me when we get to the meeting tonight."
"Who is the person I'll be working with?" I ask with curiosity.
"Can't tell you, you will just have to see the person when we get to the meeting."
