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Chapter 20. The Return Of The Cowboys From Hell

Arlington Texas, April 28 2002

"Holy shit babe, this is fuckin' awesome," Tommy says as we pull up to the iron cast gate to Vinny's house - ok more like mansion - to go over the details of the contract.

I had never been to Vinny's house before and man, it was insanely gorgeous and massive, almost twice the size of Tommy's house. The gate opens and the cab takes us up to the entrance, I pay the cab and we step out and we make our way up the steps of the cement porch to the front door. I stand at the front door, with my messenger bag slung over my shoulder, my curls down as usual and past my shoulders wearing low rise ripped jeans, my black and white Chuck Taylors that match Tommy's so well, and plain black fitted tank top. I catch the reflection of myself in the window and fix my curls, then look back at Tommy as he gives me a strange look.

"What?" I giggle.

"You alright?" He chuckles offering his charming smile wearing his usual ripped jeans and a white fitted tank top showing off his incredible tattoos with his necklaces laying perfectly against his chest.

"Yea, just... I'm fine," I giggle and then sigh, and ring the doorbell. A few minutes go by and as I wait for the door to open I could feel some reminisce of my nerves creeping up. Why does it always seem like forever when you're waiting for someone to open a door. Then I hear someone unlock the door and once it opens, I see Dime standing there in front of me, his curls everywhere, his beard now colored red and wearing a Kiss band shirt and ripped baggy jean shorts.

"Well, if it isn't sweet little Andi standin' at my brother's door," Dime says in that deep southern drawl of his.

"No, she actually ran the other way, you want me to get her?" I joke and Dime and Tommy laugh.

"Get over here," Dime laughs and grabs me, wrapping his arms around me in a huge hug. I felt so small as he held me swaying back and forth.

"Um, I'm sure you already know but, I brought Tommy too," I say when I pull away from him.

"Well hell yea... good to fuckin' see ya," Dime smiles at him.

"Fuck yea dude! Good to see you too," Tommy smiles and they grab each other in a brotherly hug.

"Well fuck, get the fuck in here guys," Dime says as he pulls away from Tommy patting him on the back. We step inside the foyer with gorgeous 20 foot ceilings, with incredible Texan decor as Dime walks away to the bar that is off to the side of the foyer.

"You have a bar right in the entranceway? What?" I giggle.

"Uh huh, well it's Vinny's house so yea he makes sure the place is stocked for whatever you need. We're kinda both like that," He says as he whips out a huge bottle of Crown. As soon as that bottle came out I knew what was in store.

I just can't remember if I ate anything yet this morning. Oh wait, yes I did.

He makes us some drinks as Tommy lights up a cigarette, then hands them to us and leads us down towards the back of the house and I take a sip feeling that sweet burn of that delicious whiskey. We finally end up at a door and when he leads us inside, it was gorgeous studio, with a control booth, recording room the whole bit on one side, then on the other side was like a lounge type of setting with large comfy couches, a bar against one wall and a small little stage with Vinny's Drums set up and a couple of Marshall stacks set up on either side.

Oh I should mention, there were a ton of people here too. There was Rita of course, Dime's girlfriend, a few other girls, probably for Vinny, Zakk Wylde, Dime's partner in crime and best friend who I met years ago on the Pantera tour and had become close with just like Dime, Sully Erna from Godsmack, who I have yet to meet, Max Cavelera from Sepultura and I thought I might faint considering how much I fucking love him - them -but I had to play it cool of course.

Dime introduces us to everyone, with Tommy recognizing Sully and they end up talking and catching up. They had apparently met years ago on the ozzfest tour when Tommy was doing Methods of Mayhem.

'Alright sweetie, I guess we need to get that dang business shit outta the way," Dime says.

"Yea," I giggle. He then gestures to a smaller room off of the lounge as Vinny appears behind me greeting me sweetly and saying something about meeting in the smaller room as well.

"I'll be right back," I say, setting my drink down and turning to Tommy, touching his arm.

"Ok baby," He says so sweetly and leans down to give me a quick kiss on my lips. Once I pull away, he reaches for my hand giving it a gentle squeeze and I make my way into the small side room.

*****

"Alright sweetie, what d'ya got for us," Vinny asks as we sit down at the round table in the room with Dime sitting on my right and Vinny on my left, Patrick Lachman their vocalist, on the opposite side of Dime, and across from him was their bassist Bob Zilla.

"Well, I have a contract here ready to go, it just basically outlines everything from what my role is, stipulations and all that and... well here...you guys can see for yourself," I say and reach into my bag and pull out 4 copies handing one to each of them. "I uh, just put it under each of your names cause you said you hadn't decided on a band name yet,"

"Yea, we're uh still working on that shit, we just wanted to get set up with a manager before anything else," Vinny says.

"If there's anything in there that you want to add or take out - ?"

"No it looks pretty fuckin' good to me, but you're payment... that's all you're asking?" Dime says looking at the contract and then back at me.

"Uh well, that's my normal rate of percentage I usually charge so...," I say. I've never done any more than 10% since I do ok on that rate.

Dime then takes the pen, writes something down and slides it to Vinny. Then Vinny looks it over and nods and I was so confused at what they were doing. Vinny slides it back and then Dime shows me what he wrote down.

"No... no I couldn't do that, that's too much," I say seeing that he wrote down 30%

"Andi, this is why we asked you, you deserve it. So that's what you're gettin' " Dime says.

"No, I can't" I say feeling guilty and so flattered at the same time that they think so.

"Yes you can, and you are. Here..." Dime says correcting the percentage and initializing it. "Now it's official,"

"Fuck... I hate you," I giggle and Dime smiles at me.

"I hate you too sweetie," He smirks. Everyone signs the papers, correcting the percentage and initializing it, then taking their copies and passing the originals back to me.

"Alright, let's fuckin drink" Dime claps his hands together and everyone stands up and we all shake hands and I follow Vinny out of the room with Dime behind me.

****

Once out of the room, I immediately headed towards my drink once we had all come back into the lounge, taking a sip and setting my bag aside as Tommy came up to me.

"How did it go, baby?" He asks so sweetly, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Fucking so... so awesome," I say taking another sip. "They're making me take 30," I add still in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" Tommy says confused.

"My percentage... like, I always do no more than 10 percent, just cause that's all I really need," I say.

I've never been a greedy person and I never needed a lot of money. I've always been fair and reasonable with my work and how everything is distributed.

"10 percent? jeezus babe that's so little," Tommy says, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Not really, I mean I think it's fair," I say looking up at him.

"Babe you are worth way more than 10 percent, I'm surprised you don't start it at 30 as the minimum," Tommy says.

"Yea but it's not just me, there's also up front advances to be paid back, touring costs, y'know?" I say, taking another sip.

"Yea but baby, you are fuckin' worth more than 10 percent. Like, what was my contract with you?" Tommy asks.

"You didn't even look did you?" I giggle looking back up at him.

"Pffft... yea, yea I did I just don't remember," He smirks.

"Uh huh, man I shoulda taken you for 60 seeing as you didn't even look when you signed it," I joke as he moves closer to me taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Baby you could've taken me for 100 percent - a million percent and I still would've signed," Tommy smirks and I laugh as he leans down placing his lips on mine.

*****

"Ok, little Andi, get over here," Dime says, patting the black leather barstool, his booming deep Texan accent coming through.

"Little? Why is everyone saying that?" I laugh.

It was later into the evening and we all had been drinking, laughing and having a good time. Tommy was over hanging out with Vinny and Zakk being his life of the party self, laughing, making people laugh and I loved every second of it. I was on the other side of the room hanging out with Rita when Dime called me over to the bar. I walk over to him with a sweet smile and hop myself up on the stool as Rita follows and sits down on the other side of Dime.

"So, what the fuck has been going on with you?" Dime says pouring a shot of Crown into a shot glass and passing it over to me. He holds up his glass and I clink mine to his, and we down them together.

"Ha ha well...you know me. Work, work and more work," I say and he laughs.

"You know that's not what I'm talkin' about," Dime says, pouring me another shot and I giggle.

"Um, I'm getting married," I say.

"I see that," Dime says, glancing down at my hand with Tommy's ring on my finger. "You happy?" He adds.

"I am so, so fucking... so happy," I say with the biggest smile spreading across my face.

"Who woulda thought, Andi would fall for Tommy Lee," He shakes his head.

"I know right?" I say with a laugh. "No, but like, I'm so, soooo fucking in love with him,"

"Who me?" Tommy says right behind me which makes me jump and everyone laughs.

"Jeezus christ, you - don't do that," I say looking behind me and up at Tommy as he laughs, then leans down and places his lips to my neck becoming playful and tickling me.

"Stop!" I laugh with a yelp playfully pushing him away from me and he grabs the stool right beside me and sits down. "Can I take back what I said?" I joke and Dime and Rita laugh.

"Hey, you fuckin' love it," Tommy says leaning into me placing his palm on my cheek and pressing his lips to my temple loudly kissing me. Then Dime pours a shot for Tommy and slides the glass over to him.

"Oh fuck yea! Thanks dude," Tommy says excitedly.

"Of course man," Dime says and he raises his glass and Tommy clinks his and they both down their drinks.

"So what happened man? I heard you left Motley and you're doing a solo thing now?" Dime asks.

"Yea, yea I uh, left Motley a while back now, and did Methods of Mayhem for a bit, did Ozzfest of course - yea you guys were there too - " Tommy chuckles with a smile as Dime nods and holds out his fist and they do that brotherly fist bump. "And uh, yea... came home after that and shut myself off from the world basically and just wrote man. And like the stuff I was coming up with wasn't really Methods anyways so, I just let it take me wherever,"

"I thought you were doing like, some DJ stuff too?" Rita asks.

"Yea, yea I do a bit of that on the side, fuckin' love doing that shit too," Tommy says downing his shot and Dime pours him another one.

"I can't imagine you getting into that stuff," Rita says, gesturing to me.

"Me? Well I mean, I like the stuff he does, I'm open to it. I'm not always dark and brooding am I?" I ask and they all glance back and forth between each other.

"No, not at all baby" Tommy says, rolling his eyes and making a face.

"Fuck you," I giggle and playfully smack his chest and everyone laughs.

"Dude you have no idea how excited she was when she found out you asked her to like, work with you guys," Tommy says as he sets the shot glass down.

"Oh trust me, I can imagine. I remember when we first met backstage at one of our shows... she was so shy and such a sweetheart - "

"Who, me?" I say with a laugh.

"Yea, you. You were so quiet until I asked you if you liked the show and then you just lit right up. It was awesome" Dime Smiles.

"I was so young though and like... yea..." I trail off thinking about how just so young I was and trying not to fan girl as much as I did over him but I couldn't help it. I loved Pantera - correction, still love Pantera so fucking much.

"Well we were fuckin' so happy you said yes, cause I can't think of anyone better that would take care of our shit like you did durin' that tour back in what? '94?" Dime says.

"Are you kidding me? You guys drove me insane. I don't know who was worse, Phil or you," I say as Dime pours me another shot.

"Me," Dime smiles and pours another shot for Tommy, then one for himself.

"Oh yea, cause you'd always get on my case for like, not liking Kiss," I giggle.

"What?" Tommy says. "You never told me that,"

"Well I don't like, hate them, they're fine..."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Tommy looks at me.

"I said the exact same thing," Dime says.

"Babe, that Alive record was the first record that like, really blew my mind when I was like 13 or somethin'" Tommy explains.

"Fuckin' same dude" Dime chimes in.

"I thought you said your first record was an Osmond Brothers record?" I say with a smirk. Tommy looks at me like I just spilled a secret that he never wanted to ever get out.

"Uh, well yes but like, we don't need to talk about that," He says.

"Why not?" I giggle and Dime laughs.

"I didn't have like, an older brother or somethin' like most kids back then to like introduce me to shit like Sabbath or Deep Purple alright... I was 12 ok ? I had to find shit on my own," Tommy chuckles.

"I was 12 when I discovered Sabbath and I'm an only child," I point out with a smirk and Tommy just smirks right back at me .

"Says the girl who hates Kiss," Tommy chuckles.

"Hey I didn't say I hated them, I said they were ok... fine even," I say defending myself.

"Now you're the one that's crazy, They're ok? Fine? Fuck, when we toured with them that was just like... a definite like, what the fuck moment. Like they were larger than life itself,"

"Oh fuck yea dude," Dime chimes in pouring us each another shot.

"-but then Gene kicked us off the tour. Fuck, that was crazy,"

"Gene fired you guys? Wait what?" I ask and I down the shot, feeling that amazing sweet burn.

"Yea, we were just soooo fucked, drugs, partying so fuckin' much y'know. We only did a couple of shows and he like fired us cause Nikki and I were just too fucked. I don't remember a lot from those days but I remember that," Tommy laughs.

"You've been sober for a while though, right?" Rita asks.

"Oh yea, like I haven't touched drugs since I uh, was in jail - like in '98. I still have a few drinks of course..." Tommy chuckles, raising his shot glass. "... but as for anything else, not anymore,"

"Fuck, it's like no matter where I go, I'm always gonna be outnumbered regarding the whole Kiss thing," I say with a chuckle.

"Well, as I remember, I never understood why you blasted some ehem, Motley, when you were like by yourself on the bus, but then didn't like Kiss. Like what's the logic there?" Dime says and I look at him wide eyed realizing he spilled my secret that I never told Tommy.

"Wait, what was that?" Tommy smirks after he downs his shot that Dime had poured.

"I hate you," I joke through clenched teeth looking right at Dime and he just smirks and gives me a wink.

"Yea little Andi here fuckin' would always play your Shout record thinking no one heard her but we all could hear it," Dime chuckles and I wanted to reach across the bar and smack him - in a sisterly playful way of course.

"Babe?" Tommy chuckles and I was afraid to look at him but as I glance back, I see that charming smile and a flattered humble expression spreads across his face.

"Ok, when I was like 14 I um, got your Shout At The Devil record. It was like one of the first records that like, ever bought with my own money. I played it so much and so loud my mom would scream at me to turn it off. So like yea, I loved that record. Now can I crawl into a hole and die?" I say then down my shot that Dime poured and Tommy laughs, then grabs my face with his palms and places his lips on mine, lingers for a few moments then moves to my earlobe and says

"You are so fuckin' sexy when you're embarassed," His voice low and husky.

"Shut up," I giggle and Tommy laughs as Dime pours us another round, then one for himself.

"Jeezus are you tryin' to get me drunk here?" I ask with a laugh.

"Um, have we met? You know this is what we do sweetie," Dime chuckles with a smirk.

"I know, but - "

"But what? You wanna quit?" Dime raises his eyebrow.

"I'm Irish, we don't quit until the whiskey's gone," I say with a sly smirk and Tommy laughs.

"Oh hell yea baby!" Tommy laughs with a clap of his hands and I down the shot and set the glass on the bar.

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