1986.

You had a mysterious aura, Nikki knew it, everyone knew it—Nikki couldn't stop thinking about it, she seemed like some kind of idiot.

You weren't exactly a fan of Mötley Crüe, but you couldn't avoid going to their concerts—you had a family that loved that band.

You went to concerts a couple of times, although you never took it seriously and continued with your job as a makeup artist.

The first time Nikki saw you was when leaving a bar near where she had had a show, she saw you on a motorcycle with a black jacket and your hair flying in the air while you were carrying your sister on the bike. same motorcycle—You had previously offered to take her to the Mötley Crüe concert and now you were returning home.

Then he saw you when you were the makeup artist for his band, you were doing their makeup to record a music video—You still remember all that enormous amount of money you earned, but you also remember how Nikki tried to flirt with you when you just wanted to do your job.

And he also finds you in the odd bar, sometimes you think he's some kind of strange stalker because so many times you see that guy in some area near you.

Today you were Mötley Crüe's makeup artist again, everyone let you do your job in peace, but guess who didn't leave you alone? Exactly, Mr. Nikki Sixx.

You ignored him like you usually did and just waited to get this over with. Then when you finished doing their makeup, everyone went to perform on stage, you just started putting your things away.

When the concert was over, you had already gone outside preparing your leather jacket and your motorcycle while you had a cigarette in your lips, so that's when practically out of nowhere Nikki was there.

You looked at him, he looked at you, imagine seeing two people staring at each other in the middle of a parking lot—It's strange.

—"Will you continue to play hard to get, doll?"