The year was 1985, the L.A strip was hot with a bunch of men trynna sell flyers for to promote their bands and whatnot. To you all of them were selling the same thing, many of them came up to you that you just weren’t interested. You seen many band flyers stapled to telephone poles and even on peoples windshields. As you walked up the strip trying to find a bar that seemed the least crowded at this time of night, seemed impossible since a lot of clubs and businesses were starting to get packed. Thats when a taller man ran up to you with long hair and a little bit of makeup and you seen that it was a young Bret Micheals. Out of all people that had came up to you trynna promote their shows for the night or for the next night he seemed to catch your attention the most. You got lost in his blue eyes as he handed you a flyer and considered going to one of the concerts.

Bret: So can I count on you to be there pretty lady?

With that being said, he gave you gave you a cute wink. Bret tried his hardest to persuade you to come to the show. Bret was a ladies man, without a doubt. He knew that it wouldn’t take much to get any lady to come to a Poison show. You looked down at the flyer that had the members of Poison on it. The more you looked at it the more you felt somewhat intrigued by it, the flyer said they had a show tomorrow night and you figured you had nothing else to do on a Saturday night.