It felt good to be back in the studio, turns out a months binge on drugs and booze can really inspire some good songs.
We had decided on switching a few songs for the new debut but it was coming together nicely and I was surprisingly proud of myself and what we had achieved. Doc was focused on getting it finished today and by the looks of it we would get it done. For the first time in a while I was actually happy, but all that soon changed when I exited the recording room.
"Don't go out there" Lee looked at me with a worried expression as he guarded the door.
"Lee get out the way I need to speak to Doc" I couldn't understand his sudden switch in mood but regardless I was determined to get past.
"No Lynn, stay in here" his voice was stern, but didn't bother me.
I turned away to act as if I was walking away and Lee stood back from the door, I made a charge into the producing room and instantly stopped.
There stood Mötley Crüe, and of course the person who had been constantly on my mind for over three months.
A very beautiful and very alive might I add Nikki Sixx. I stopped dead in my tracks as they all stared down on me.
"Lynn!" Tommy squealed and ran up to hug me, along with Mick and Vince.
I hugged them all but still no words could come out of my mouth after seeing Nikki.
"What brings you here then pretty lady?" Vince smirked
"I-um" I stuttered initially but soon regained my confidence, "We're finishing the debut, i've had a lot of songs and emotions built up for three months so it needed to come out"
I spoke hastily and glared at Nikki who was looking very guilty.
"Cool, where's the rest of the guys?" Tommy asked and I pointed to the recording room, the three of them followed my finger and started talking with my band, leaving me and Nikki alone.
I stared hard at Nikki, the anger from the months past bubbling at me, he kept the same guilty look plastered on his face.
"I'm sorry for not calling" he spoke quietly.
"Don't be, it was stupid to think you could ever actually put effort into someone other than yourself" I snapped back.
"Don't be like that" he rubbed his forehead in frustration, "I was busy dying in case you didn't hear"
"Oh trust me I heard about it, I couldn't speak to anyone for a month because I thought you were dead" I tried to control my voice, "and what about before the three weeks before you overdosed? Couldn't find one phone in the whole of New York?"
Another guilty look creeped on his face, "I'm sorry okay Lynn, I was too strung out to call you"
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I gave a dry laugh, "So whilst I was sat at home waiting for you to call you were too busy slamming smack and fucking whores?"
"I said i'm fucking sorry okay?" he bellowed, intimidating me only slightly.
"It's too late, i'm done trying to be there for you Nikki" I sighed, "You're impossible" I headed for the door.
"And you're easy to talk to?" he scoffed, "Lynn, it's like trying to get blood from a stone trying to comfort you or anything, you're so fucking proud you won't accept the littlest bit of help from anyone"
I turned on my heel and my palm collided with his cheek, a huge smack sound filled the room. He clutched his cheek in pain and winced.
"Fuck you" I spat venomously and stormed out the room.
