Nikki Sixx pry's himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets a model/actress who is the complete opposite of him. Fiesty, posh, stuck up...
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Warning:Explicit language & Abuse
Tuesday, March 12, 1985, LA
I arrived back in LA ready for my first photo shoot ever with Sports Illustrated Magazine. Tamara couldn't come with me, but I felt alright. It was a beautiful day outside on the beach. I was wearing a beige bathing suit and had my hair tied back into a ponytail and put a red band around my head. I looked utterly gorgeous. They gave me different poses and surf boards to hold up. I even had to run on the beach and jump in the air for them to get the right shots. My mom opposed of naughty shots. So, we kept it PG.
"Alright that's a wrap!" The photographer yelled. "You did great."
"Thank you." I smiled. ________
The limo pulled up to the condo. I felt so amazing after doing my shoot. I was excited for what the future held for me. I couldn't wait for the magazine to come out.
My chauffeur came out and opened the door for me, I furrowed my brows when I noticed a familiar car and a familiar man stepping out.
"Hey princess." He smiled. I just walked past him, I don't care about a single thing he had to say.
"Mani please OK I wanted to come but-"
"But what Nikki, what? You got high, you got drunk, what?" I yelled.
"I'm sorry." He started following me into the building.
"I don't care Nikki OK!" I yelled again. "You didn't care about my feelings when you stood me up."
"Princess I'm sorry OK, there was a lot that was going on with me and I couldn't come." Nikki moved in front of me to stop me from going up into the elevator.
"Your sorry means nothing to me." I stated.
"Please Mani let me make it up to you and take you out tonight." He cupped my cheeks in his hands.
"I... I can't, I'm going to a modeling event tonight." I say removing his hands from my face. "I don't want to see again." I pressed the elevator to go up and watched it shut leaving Nikki on the other side.
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The event was nice. I wore a short black turtleneck dress with thigh high red heel boots and a small arm purse. I had a stylist dress me in the latest hottest fashion. The stylist says I should show off more of my legs because they were long and beautiful. I was solo at this event; Tamara says I should get into the habit of going to places like these alone. It will help build my self esteem and help me make friends. Which was true because I was meeting so many other models. There was Cindy Crawford, Grace Jones, another model named Iman she was gorgeous, and Lisa Hoover. I really related to Lisa because she was a model and actress. Not to mention she was a teen just like me. We talked a lot about having fame at a young age. We even spoke about other celebrities that we haven't met yet and would love to meet.
