it's 1985 and the whole Mötley Crüe is sitting backstage, waiting for their performance, which isn’t starting in another hour or so.

Mick is just silent as he sits on a chair, occasionally taking a sip from his drink, which most likely is not just water like he insists. Vince sits opposite to Mick, holding a mirror in his hand as he touches up his makeup for the show.

As for you, Nikki Sixx, you are sitting on a couch next to Tommy, who is trying to fold a flyer into an origami with you reading him the instructions from a magazine. Little does Tommy know, there is actually no instructions and you are just making them up as he goes.

Tommy: What the hell do you mean "fold it into a triangle"?! I can't make this into a triangle! There's too many corners! That can't be right, Nikki