"Yeah, right, man," Nikki scoffed as Mick walked over. "Get the fuck out of here."
Mick then shoved him aside and sat down with us, downing a beer.
I took a quick snort and coughed a little before laughing, Tommy laughing with me when suddenly....
*CRASH!*
"Whoa!!" Nikki shouted as we all stood up at seeing the guy from earlier knock a mirror over Diamond Dave's head. "What the fuck dude!?"
"Chill out, asshole, it's cool," the guy slurred as Nikki stormed over.
"Cool?! That is David Lee Roth," Nikki snapped as a girl next to Dave helped get some shards out of his hair. "How about you show a little respect or get the fuck out!"
"Make me motherfucker," the guy snapped and shoved Nikki back.
"Hey, fuck off!" I snapped, shoving him back.
He was about to swing at me when suddenly someone came up from behind me as Nikki pulled me back and punched the guy to the ground before going over and pinning him to the ground with his arm behind him.
We all watched as the man, an older looking one, looked up at us.
"You fellas are gonna need a manager," he smirked at us all.
We all looked at each other as the guy then looked over at Diamond Dave.
"Hey Dave," he greeted casually.
Diamond Dave only sniffed a bit before looking around. "What's everybody looking at?" he asked.
Everyone laughed as the guy then lifted the party crasher up and went to escort him out, two other party goers helping him as then Tom came up to us.
"Oh, good," Tom said. "You met Doc. He works with James Brown, KISS, you name it," he said.
"Fucking hate KISS," Mick snapped.
"Well, I make them a shit load of money, and I take care of everything they need," Doc said politely to Mick. "Which is what I'm gonna do for you."
I looked up at Nikki, who raised and eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"Oh yeah? And how are you gonna do that?" Nikki challenged.
"Look, I know what I see up there," Doc said. "Anyone can start a band and crap out a song or two, but not many have the vision that go the distance, and you guys need someone to guide you through the fucking wilderness."
The guys all looked at each other before Nikki spoke.
"And you're gonna be that someone?" He asked.
"You're god damn right I am," Doc smirked.
The guys had thinking looks and shrugs before Nikki smiled.
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"Alright.... However, the little lady here who has helped schedule our shows and design our stage props and merchandise so far gets a say, too," He said, motioning to me.
My eyes widen. "Whoa, wait, guys, come on," I begged. "I don't own the band, I'm only here to help."
"And you still can. I could use an assistant," Doc shrugged. "Plus, no one seems to know these boys more than you, so you can help with that as well."
My eyes widen. "Wait, you... You're hiring me as, like, an assistant manager or something?" I asked as Vince nudged me, encouraging me most likely.
"You bet, kid," he said. "Now, what do you say?"
I was speechless as Nikki and the guys quietly nodded at me.
I guess being an assistant manager would be great...
"Alright, I'm in," I laughed, and the guys cheered as Nikki wrapped an arm around me.
