As I finished the final song of the set, I lit a cigarette and grabbed the microphone,
"I just wanna say thank you all for coming, it's been a pleasure as usual! We've been Howlin' Chain! Goodnight" I was met with cheers and applauds from the crowd.
This is what I love about my job, the fans, the performing, the music. I can honestly say that I, Analynn Heath love the fame and everything that comes with it...well maybe not everything.
"That last song sounded awfully similar to one of ours Heath"
I turned around to see the familiar voice and of fucking course; Nikki Sixx and the rest of the Crüe.
"Bite me Sixx"
"Anytime babe"
He flashed me a wry smile, god he's such a pig. I scoffed and made my way to the dressing room with my band.
"That was one of the best shows to date!" my bassist Randy exclaimed as we entered the room.
"Yeah we rocked" Danny, the guitarist agreed, high-fiving Randy. I simply nodded and looked for our drummer Lee.
"Forget him Lynn, he probably with the Crüe doing you know what" Randy stated, sarcastically sniffing his nose.
At the mention of drugs, I made it my mission to find my drummer. If anyone was doing drugs it was going to be me. Fuck, I deserve it after the kick-ass show we just performed.
I opened the door to Mötley's dressing room and of course it was filled with all things ridiculous; celebrities, groupies and drugs alike. I grabbed a beer and set out to find Lee.
"Lynn, what brings you here?" I heard Mick's voice call from behind me, he was the only member I actually tolerated, the rest were assholes.
"Looking for my drummer, you seen him?"
"Check the corner" he shouted over the sound of the booming speakers.
I made my way to the corner, for a dressing room it was fucking huge. Just as Mick had said there in the corner stood Nikki, Lee, Tommy and Slash snorting lines.
"Look what the cat dragged in" Nikki sighed as I sat down.
"Fuck you Nikki, I came for Lee" I spat grabbing a straw
"Hey Lynn, don't be a party pooper" Lee booped my nose and I laughed at how high he was.
Desperate to be on his level I snorted a few lines, earning an 'atta girl' and a pat on the back from Slash.
The party only intensified in the proceeding hours, apparently the cops had shown up and actually joined the party. As I said, ridiculous.
I was currently sat on the sofa, cradling a bottle of Jack, buzzed out of my mind.
"You look lonely Heath"
God can't I enjoy some time alone without Nikki haunting me?
"Me and Jack are not lonely" I said shoving the bottle in his face, he grabbed it and took a huge swig,
"Bastard!" I screamed and grabbed it back, he just wiped his mouth and gave me a cheesy smile, god I can't stand him.
"What do you want Sixx?" I was known for getting quite impatient very quickly.
"Some company, am I that bad?"
"Yes you are, and why can't you get some 'company' off of your groupies? I'm sure they'd be happy to help" I snapped back, he clutched his heart to feign hurt.
"Way harsh babe, and they're too easy, i'd much rather have you verbally abuse me" he smiled, I couldn't help but grin back.
I'm blaming it on the coke.
Me and Nikki chatted for a while, drank some more, did more coke and were now practically paralytic. The party had died down pretty much, only hangers-on and some groupies, and of course Tommy and Vince who were out cold on the floor.
Nikki suddenly piped up, "Y'know your music isn't actually that bad"
I heaved a laugh, "Yeah I do know shithead"
"Hey that was a hint for you to say something nice about me!" Nikki chuckled drunkenly.
"I guess you're not that much of an asshole"
"You know you love me Heath" he smirked.
"Hey! I'll take it back Sixx" I warned.
"You're cute when you're bossy" he flirted back, what the fuck?
I mean one second he's a total dick and now he's flirting with me? I blame alcohol.
"Not so bad yourself Sixx" the words seem to just fall out of my mouth before I could stop myself, I mean I hated Nikki?
Nikki grinned at my response and reached over for my hand, I didn't hesitate when he pulled me into his lap, before I knew it we were looking into each others eyes and in a pretty heavy make-out session.
What the fuck.
