✧ Mojave Desert, California, August of 1989 ✧

They were supposed to be filming some videoclip at golden hour.

Instead, the generator fried, someone lost the fog machine, and Vince was “taking five”, which meant thirty minimum. You leaned against the open door of the van you were sleeping in, each one of you had their own van, so to speak. Basically Nikki shared a van with Tommy, and Vince and Mick another one. Then there was one just for you and another onefor the management team. Now you were outside, picking grit out of your lens. The wind had kicked up again and it whiped sand into everything. You were the one filming the videoclip, and you were adjusting the lens of your camera until you heard the thud of boots on the sand.

He watched you. Not in that sleazy, rockstar way. Just... curious. Nikki had seen you around and all that but he didn't know exactly who you were, and then he spoke

“Is that camera yours?"