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prettyyoungandbored · 5 years

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You and I {DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx Chapter Six

Pairing: DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary:There was a time when all Y/N and Nikki had were themselves and Nikki’s dreams of creating the next great band. What happens when the dream comes alive?

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is late - my puppy has been sick the past couple days and has been in need of some extra loving today. He’s all good now though. This chapter is going to be a little shorter, but I promise next chapter will really get shit moving. Also, I had to make some changes from stuff that happened in the movie. I hope you guys understand. As for the taglist, if I missed you PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know! I am trying to keep a list going and I’m trying to be as organized as possible and want to include everyone who wants to be tagged!

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One Year Later...

“Mötley Crüe, no strangers to controversy, are under fire once again for their latest Satanic song ‘Shout at the Devil’. The group brushed off the accusations, claiming it’s shout at the devil, not with the devil. Parents, be warned, the group continues to play the song on tour with the Prince of Darkness himself.”

Y/N shut off the television and took another bite of her toast. “It’s amazing what selective hearing can do to a person, let alone a group of people. What’s even funnier is that they don’t realize they’re the inspiration behind it.”

Doc, sitting across from her at the table, chuckled. “You got them talking which is good not just for the band but for you.” He glanced over his shoulder, as if to check something. “Don’t tell Nikki, but I’ve got offers from other record labels wanting you to write for them.”

“Won’t Elektra be pissed?” she questioned, reaching for her coffee mug.

He waved his hand. “They’ll live. Besides, it’s not like you signed a contract to write for them exclusively, right?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure to be honest. I know Nikki fought for me to get paid for helping them write songs but that’s it.”

“I’ll have Tom send me a copy to look over. In the meantime, you should consider it.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and wiped her hands. “Humor me for a moment - what do you get out this? This whole you taking an interest in me. What’s in for it you?”

Doc made a face. “I’ve been a manager for many years. I’ve watched talented people make mistakes and ruin what could’ve been a great career for them. I’m tired of seeing it and I don’t want to see it happen to the boys and I don’t want to see it happen to you. You walked by a group of people burning some records and calling rock n roll the devil. You took what you saw, took their words, took their emotions and put into a song - a goddamn rock ‘n roll, heavy metal song. One that is currently causing people to feel something - good or bad. That’s a gift you shouldn’t waste.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a smile. She couldn’t remember the last time someone other than Nikki or the boys showed interest in her work.

“Also,” Doc began clearing his throat, “you and I are gonna be on the road together a lot and I have feeling we’ll be teaming up to tame the hooligans.”

She laughed and nodded. “I do have experience in handling drunk Nikki and will be happy to give you tips.”

“I’ve seen enough shit to know how to handle drunk musicians with dark pasts.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Nikki is not like other artists. Believe me.”

Doc sighed. “I won’t argue that.” He paused. “You ready for the concert tonight? First one of the tour.”

The release of the “Shout at the Devil” album made Mötley Crüe a household name. Suddenly, it wasn’t just LA that wanted a piece of them - the world wanted them. Tonight marked the first night of their tour and it was to take place at the Forum.

She grinned, taking another bite of toast. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Hours later and Y/N found herself rubbing Tommy’s back as the kid puked into the trash can in his dressing room.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grumbled.

Just as Y/N grabbed a water bottle to hand to him, Tommy grabbed a beer bottle. Y/N threw her hands up in the air. “Really?”

She walked out of Tommy’s dressing room, despite his pleadings, and went into Nikki’s. Nikki had been pacing the room, but stopped when Y/N came in.

“How’s Tommy?” he asked.

“Still puking his guts out and yet still wants to drink beer so not terrible.”

Nikki let out a soft chuckle. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she came closer to him. “You alright?”

He sighed. “Just nervous, that’s all. Feel like I’m gonna pass the fuck out or something.”

Y/N took his hand and set him down on the couch before taking a seat beside him. Her hands gently combed through his teased, jet black hair. He put his head on her shoulder.

“You’ve earned this,” she told him. “You’ve earned this tour, you’ve earned this recognition, you’ve earned all those thousands of people out there. This is your moment, ok?”

“What if it all crashes and burns?” he whispered. “What if we just bomb out there and then no one likes us?”

Y/N fought back her grin. “That’s not gonna happen and you know it.”

He curled his head toward her. “You still gonna be there if this turns to shit?”

Her hands moved to his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His head turned towards her. “You’re my person.”

“You’re mine too.”

He leaned in and kissed her. His body turned towards her as his lips continued to attack hers hungrily. He moved on top of her before pulling his lips back. His hands moved up the hem of her little black dress.

“What can you do in ten minutes?” he whispered.

She grinned. “Let’s find out.

Standing backstage with minutes until showtime, Y/N, Nikki, Tommy, and Doc stood there in anticipation. Mick peeked out at the curtains and then turned them.

“We’re gonna fucking die out there,” he grumbled as he made his back toward them.

Nikki sighed as Y/N rubbed his arm soothingly. Just then, Tom entered.

“Boys, on behalf of Elektra Records, I just wanna wish you good luck tonight.” He eyed around. “Where’s Vince?”

“Just saw him in the dressing room getting ready,” Doc answered reassuringly.n

“Well this is your first big show, and there’s 18,000 people out there tonight so please don’t fuck this up.”

Y/N would’ve killed Tom for saying that last bit, but instead she smiled. “You should look for Vince,” she suggested.

Tom nodded and went off looking. Y/N glanced over at Nikki. “Just so happen Tom’s skanky date is also nowhere to be seen so put two and two together.”

Nikki sighed. “I’m gonna fucking kill him. “

“Hey,” Doc said, “Fuck all that stuff Tom said. You guys just do what you do.”

Tommy, now excited by Doc’s words, dropped his stick. “Fuck.”

Doc and Y/N chuckled as Nikki pushed him towards the stage.

As Nikki and the others got set up, Doc and Y/N stood by one another. She then saw Tom come back to them with his skanky date. A few minutes later Vince, ran past them and made his way to the stage.

“Think they’re gonna be ok?” Y/N asked Doc, worriedly.

Just then, Tommy leaned over the rails and puked one last time. Doc chuckled. “Yeah, they will.”

Y/N then dashed to the risers and pulled Nikki away from the huddle he and the boys were in. She cradled his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. She then pulled back.

“Knock ‘em dead,” she mumbled, only loud enough for him to hear.

He pecked her cheek as she ran back down to Doc.

“You guys are SUPER cute! ” Tom’s date cooed.

Y/N gave her a smile before whispering to Doc, “Please keep her away from me and Nikki.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!”

The crowd went wild as the boys appeared on stage. Sparks from the stage flew out. Vince went up to the mic as Mick played the opening chorus to “Shout at the Devil”.

Shout shout shout

Shout shout shout It shout at the devil

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night He's the blood stain the stage He's the tear in your eye Been tempted by his lie He's the knife in your back, he's rage He's the razor to the knife Oh lonely is our lives My heads spinnin' round and round But in seasons of wither We'll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh andShout shout shout Shout at the devil Shout shout shoutHe'll be the love in your eyes He'll be the blood between your thighs And then have you cry for more He'll put your strength to the test He'll put the thrill back in death Sure you've heard it all before He'll be the risk in the kiss Might be anger on your lips Might run scared for the door But in seasons of wither We'll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and Shout shout shout Shout at the devil Shout shout shout Shout at the devil

Shout shout shout Shout at the devil Shout shout shout Shout at the devil

Shout shout shout Shout shout shout Shout shout shout Shout shout shout Shout shout shout Shout shout shout

Y/N could feel tears form in her eyes as she clapped along with the rest of the audience. Nikki’s dream had come alive.

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itskateak · 5 years

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! LADIES AND- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

Madame Giry...?

Thank you.

I hope I got your attention. I’m going to tell stories from my Phantom production, where I played Madame Giry (check me out in the gif above). I have two main stories and two sub stories.

The Quick Change to End All (This is specifically between Poor Fool and The Rooftop Scene)

(I did help Carlotta change from her Notes/Prima Donna outfit into the Countess dress, but there were three or four extra hands making sure wigs were changed and everything was set.)

For the Il Muto scene, Carlotta is wearing the Countess dress, correct? Correct. I assume in most productions, they have two dresses. One for Carlotta, one for Christine. We had one. Just the singular. Anyone offstage and not helping move set pieces were meant to help.

This was...me. Just me, until others came offstage during the ballet. So, Carlotta (after the croaking) exits downstage right, where I am waiting already to undo the laces of the dress and slip it off. Carlotta is taller than me by at least half a foot. The dress was designed in a way that the bodice and skirt are connected in the front but needs to be hooked in the back to keep it on properly, along with the lacing. This means the dress has to go on over the actress’s head, and it has to come off that way. Carlotta removes her wig and I get that dress off.

Christine will come running off in thirty seconds. She has a petticoat to put on because she’s been in pants for this scene. It’s already laid out on the floor ready for her to just step in and pull up to hook. I set this all up, made the system. I have the dress piled on my arms so she can just slip it over and put her arms through. Christine comes running off. The free chorus members assist her getting her page boy outfit off, but they know to move out of my way to get that dress on. It goes over her head. She’s a foot shorter than Carlotta, and a lot thinner. I have to hook that skirt and get it all laced up and make sure her wig isn’t caught anywhere. We needed to have it all finished by the time the ballet dance started speeding up as Buquet was dying. This all happened in under three minutes, but the switch itself was more around a minute and a half. We never missed a cue.

Sub Story 1- The Incident of the Skirt and the Cape

Luckily, this was during a dress rehearsal. We hadn’t been able to do the quick change enough to figure our system out yet. I don’t get the skirt hooked on her. It’s hanging off her waist, revealing her under clothes from her back. She realizes her cloak and scarf for the rooftop scene are on the complete wrong side of the stage. We’re stage right. She enters there, finds Raoul, and they exit stage left, pause, then are immediately on again. I grab the cloak and scarf, promising her I’ll meet her on the other side to fix her skirt, too. I send her off. I yank open the door to the hallway behind the stage, hitch up my skirt and petticoat and sprint down the hall, yank open the other door and get to the two ballet girls waiting in the wings. I pass off the cloak. Christine comes running off. She’s handed the cloak and scarf. I hook the skirt. And she’s on again. It never happened again, luckily, but Christine hugged me in the dressing room later and thanked me for my quick thinking. (And feet. I was in three inch heeled boots!)

Sub Story 2- The Director Yelled At Me

I don’t think this counts as insubordination, since I bit my tongue and didn’t tell our director off mid-show in the wings. Anyway, I’m waiting in the wings. I’ve just finished making sure Christine’s petticoat is laid out for easy access and her cloak is most definitely on the other side. I go to move downstage right, where I said previously Carlotta exits and I take her dress off for the quick change. Our director is standing in the way. We aren’t allowed to talk backstage unless it’s a soft whisper and we know for sure our mic is off- usually 30+ seconds after we’ve been active either with lines or singing. Since the choral part of Il Muto has just finished, I know my mic is still live. I approach the director, tapped her shoulder, and mouthed my request for her to please move over. I include a gesture with this. No noise came out of my mouth. Hell, I probably even used ASL along with it for a few words, since I was in that class at the time. She gets this angry look on her face and whisper shouts at me about my mic being on and how I shouldn’t be talking. Internally, I wanted to say,”Yeah, well, you’re standing right in the way of the worst quick change in your directing history. Move, or you can do the damn thing yourself and I’ll go be in the dressing room for the rest of the act.” Instead, I smiled and pointed to Carlotta, and mimed unlacing her dress, and pointed to where I was standing. She ended up moving in the end once she realized what I was saying and everything went smoothly. But, seriously? Get off the stage. You’ve barely done your job. Let us do ours.

Corsets Are Hell and So Are Quick Changes (We have a theme here)

Masquerade opens the second act. We’re all changed- even me! I didn’t get a cape, I got a whole new outfit! - and having a great party. Then that meddling twit shows back up, the pyrotechnics actually work for once, and everyone but myself and Raoul runs offstage. I’m buying time with my story for other people to do their quick changes. You’re welcome. So, from the end of “I’ve said too much, Monsieur, too much. And there have been too many accidents.” to when I come on for the second Notes, I have just under two minutes for a complete costume change. From this (short skirt, corset, and new shirt):

To this (petticoat, long skirt, jacket):

I had help, luckily, but they were only there to gather my stuff. When I changed at intermission, I kept my petticoat in the skirt and made it so I could just step in. Here’s the run down. I sprint offstage, I’ve already taken off my mask onstage so I save that step. It gets chucked as I’m standing in the foyer outside the dressing rooms and just outside the door to the wings.

Where this was taken, roughly. Right where my friend is taking the video from. So the mask goes flying, lands under the water fountain most nights. The first thing to go is the corset. Because of my battery pack, some of the clasps has bent, and if I actually did them up, I couldn’t get them undone at all. So, I left them open. By the end of the show, I could get that thing off my body in under ten seconds. The shirt, only tied at the top and not buttoned at all, is the next to go. I don’t take off the thin skirt and just pull the petticoat and other skirt on. Bam. Tie the petticoat, my help zips the skirt and helps me into my jacket. I button it up, grab my cane, walk onto the wings. My cue is in ten seconds. I yoink a note, take a moment to breathe, and I’m onstage again. By far one of my worst quick changes (the other going from a postulate costume to a regular dress in half a scene in Sound of Music.) We did have issues with my mic wire and mic pack, but figure out how to get around that very quickly. The mic handler and I got very friendly when she shoved the wire up and down the back of my tank top.

I’ll definitely tell more stories from this show, complete with what pictures I can show, since some of what I have is limited.

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