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Y/N's POV, 1979

There was a band on the strip, hadn't been together that long but were the talk of the town. They had an interesting look, did a mix of cover songs and originals. And out of all of them, their bassist was probably the most well known, not just for his image but for his attitude. He was a known trouble maker, him and their guitarist Lizzie Grey.

I'd never been to see them but got told a lot about them by friends who'd seen them. And after being begged and begged to go to a gig, go check them out, I'd finally given in. Tonight, I'd brought tickets to go see London at the Starwood.

Unfortunately, I was going alone, all my friends who'd begged me to see this band, couldn't make it, which was typical but no matter, I was going to enjoy myself tonight, as I trusted they were good from the word of mouth going around.

The show started at seven, and I'd arrived at the Starwood at six thirty and sat at the bar had a drink before they came on. I then got myself in a good position to watch the show and settled down there.

When they began their set, I could see why they had the reputation they did, they were different, not every coherent visually, each having different styles but they did work. They weren't perfect, far from it infact but that added to their appeal, they were real, and raw.

I also saw what everyone said about the bassist, he stood out the most from his bandmates, being the most adventurous with his look. Having black boots half way up his leg, tight shirt and pants, long black hair, sticking in every direction and eyeliner and lipstick. He was gorgeous, and I admired him for his brave fashion choices, even around here where almost anything went, it was still a risk to look like that as a man.

My eyes kept finding their way back to him throughout their set, and he definitely looked at me a few times too which made me smirk because he looked at me with such arrogance to see I was looking at him every time he moved his eyes in my direction. He thought I was so into him, and yes, he was attractive but I wasn't a groupie, despite the fact I think he thought I was.

Throughout the whole show, that's how things went. I enjoyed the music, and kept my eyes shifting back to this bassist, this Nikki Sixx. The set was over unfortunately rather quickly, but everything had to end. I knew I'd enjoy them because I had similar music taste to my friends, and knew they'd never tell me to see a band if they knew I'd not like what they played, though hadn't expected to enjoy myself as much as I had done.

They were pretty solid in a rough kinda way. I didn't want to leave straight away, wanting to make the most of my night, so I went back to the bar and ordered myself a Jack Daniels and Coke.

Sitting down, the bartender pouted me the drink and I paid for it, and enjoyed my own company, quite happily for a while. I got half way down my drink in fact, perfectly happy being sat alone when I found myself not so alone anymore.

"You still interested in me?" I voice said from beside me, taking my by surprise, having not been expecting it and I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around, to see Nikki Sixx sat next to me, with an arrogant smirk on his lips.

"What gave you the impression I was interested in you?" I shot back at him, sipping my drink, raising an eyebrow, and that arrogance seemed to falter a little bit but only for a second. Good.