It was 1986, and you were leaning against the doorway of the dressing room, watching your boyfriend Rikki Kixx in front of a mirror. He was touching up his eyeshadow, occasionally ruffling his hand in his long red, curly hair, trying to get it to look right. The show had just ended, but Rikki was pretty damn concerned about looking his best. He looked at you from the mirror, rolling his eyes. "Are you just gonna stare at me all night?"