Chapter 7: We Need A Manager

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29: INT. NIKKI'S APARTMENT DAY FADE IN:

A few months later, 1982, the Crüe are celebrating the release of their first album.

NIKKI SIXX: (Narrating) "Elektra records signed us to a five album deal."

TOMMY LEE: (Narrating) "We got a fat cash advance which meant better drugs and bigger parties."

NIKKI: (Cutting up lines of cocaine) Tommy, vacuum this mess up.

TOMMY: Yes, sir! (snorts it up)

TOMMY LEE: (Narrating) "We were the kings. I mean, look at this place! Everybody wanted to party with us."

Just then, a drunk dude staggered over to them.

DRUNK DUDE: Can I get a fucking line, man?

NIKKI: Yeah right, man. Get the fuck out of here.

Mick then shoved the dude out of the way and joined in with Vince and Nikki.

TOMMY: This is insane dude! I can't believe how many people are here! I mean, Diamond Dave from Van Halen, right there on our fucking couch!

DAVID LEE ROTH: (snorting cocaine)

DRUNK DUDE: (Staggers over to Dave) Can I get a line of that?

The man proceeded to bump into the wall, causing a large mirror to fall and break right on Dave's head. Earning a stunned and furious reaction from the Crüe.

NIKKI: Whoa! What the fuck, dude?!

DRUNK DUDE: (Gets up) Chill out, asshole. It's cool.

NIKKI: Cool? That is David Lee Roth. How about you show a little respect or get the fuck out?

DRUNK DUDE: Make me, motherfucker. (shoves him)

Suddenly, an older man stepped up and punched the drunk man in the face before pinning him to the ground.

DOC MCGHEE: (Looks at them) You fellas are gonna need a manager. (looks over at Dave) Hey Dave.

DAVID LEE ROTH: What's everybody looking at?

Everybody laughed at Dave's oblivious remark.

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