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Chronological Crue is proud to share these emotion stirring memoirs with Crüeheads every month, of an extraordinary relationship that grew between a special young fan and the Crüe's engine room, Nikki Sixx. Come on the journey with us, as every month we chronologically re-visit the meeting and treating, the tears and the fears, the inspiration and dedication, of this unique perspective on life, Crüe and fate. These chapters are written and contributed under her preferred alias of Angel Aderhold.

Chapter 2 - The Mission Begins! - August 2000.

In 1987 the ‘Girls Girls Girls’ tour was going on and I was a virgin... STILL waiting for Nikki! LOL! I still didn't drink or smoke and was still the designated driver... yada yada yada... as I covered in Chapter 1. BUT, I had a plan, or two, or three, up my sleeve! I was on a MISSION to get to Nikki Sixx and lose my virginity.

I was sly and devious and COMPLETELY out of character for myself! I was an honor student, in the Gifted program and I took a sudden interest in extra credit for Geography and Geometry. I had my atlas out with my pen and paper looking to the world like I was trying to raise my 99 average in class, to a perfect 100. The truth was, I was working word problems that my teacher would have been proud of... "IF I leave at 1:00, how many miles away can I make it in 8 hours by car?" BUT, "IF I leave at 1:00 by PLANE, how far away can I fly in 8 hours?" I knew EXACTLY how far away I could get and for how long before anyone questioned my absence.

Now, to cover my tracks...I LIED to EVERYONE I knew; my parents and my BEST girlfriends. I told my parents I was spending the night with my friend Faith [alias] and had Faith cover for me. I told Faith that I was going away with that Freddy guy, which my parents absolutely hated and asked, "Will you PLEASE cover for me?" She said "What are friends for... go and have fun!" SO, I knew ahead of time how many Crüe shows I thought I could make it to without anyone being suspicious.

Up to that point, the skimpiest outfit I had worn was my cheerleading outfit! LOL! So, I had to borrow a wardrobe from a, shall we say, LESS conservative friend! LOL! I tried on leather, fishnet, spiked heels, you name it. I kept thinking, "Too slutty," "Too much exposed skin,” “Too short,” "Too tight," etc. I finally decided what to wear and fine-tuned my plan. I decided that one thing I KNEW was that I COULDN'T go see Mötley Crüe with any of my girlfriends because, God Forbid... IF Nikki paid attention to one of them and not me, I'd have to kill them! LOL! JUST KIDDING... BUT, I DIDN'T want a rival for attention, so I chose to go to a show alone.

Nikki wore this gold jacket on this nightIt was the fall of 1987 when I started my alter ego. I hid my new wardrobe in my trunk and planned my escape. I left my home looking like Mary Poppins and arrived at a Crüe show looking like Traci Lords. OK, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration! LOL! But that's how I FELT, considering the fact that I didn't even wear bikini bathing suits and my Daddy didn't let me pierce my ears until I was old enough to drive! He always said, "If God would have wanted holes in your ears, they would have been there when you were born!"

So, I show up at the show feeling somewhat like a split personality... but we were both feeling fine! LOL! I had decided on an outfit I thought looked attractive without being too slutty, but I suppose that's debatable and relative! I wore a half shirt, white with tassels around my ribs with rhinestones. Remember this was the 80's and people were into the tassels and fringe and Bon Jovi sort of "cowboy" look. I had on a jacket that was black with some sort of design in the fabric. It was short in the front and had long "tails" in the back. I had on a matching miniskirt so tight that I thought, "I hope I don't have to sit down tonight.”

In the south, we have some unwritten code of dress where you are supposedly allowed to show some leg, show a lot of skin on your stomach and shoulders and back but you NEVER show cleavage and you never show the cheeks of your ass! LOL! SO, I didn't break any rules, but one thing I couldn't resist was a good old fashioned pair of "Come F*** me pumps!" My shoes were ankle boots and they were white leather with tassels on the side that matched my shirt and a heel high enough to work my calves out better than Billy Blanks' Tae Bo! I am 5'2" but I swear I must have been about 6'3 in 1987 between the pumps and the can of hairspray and "Thick Stuff" and "Stiff Stuff" and mile high hair!

SO, as I walked into the arena I thought, "OK... stay focused" and all of a sudden I FREAKED OUT thinking, "WHAT AM I DOING?" I went to the bathroom for a nervous breakdown and emerged thinking, "GET A GRIP." I no longer had sweaty palms and a racing heart because I was FINALLY calm in the decision of what I had come here to do! "Nikki, Nikki, Nikki." I held my head high and marched to the floor on my mission. The show was great. (Big surprise) LOL! I had been thinking of which "plan" I would use to get backstage.

SO...once again, the actions I took next were UNHEARD OF for me. I was a person who IF I told my parents a white lie about ANYTHING, I couldn't fall asleep at night until I knocked on their bedroom door and spilled my guts. BUT...I had Nikki Neurosis! LOL! I was prepared to lie, cheat, steal, and step over the dead bodies on my way to Nikki. WELL, maybe I wasn't THAT bad, but I certainly felt like I was headed for the electric chair.

I saw a security guard and I told him how my friends had gotten backstage passes and left me out here "all alone." Boo Hoo... Woe is me! I was saying, "How could they go back and leave me, they're my ride home? What kind of friends are they to leave me out here all alone?" I even managed to shed a few tears to win my Oscar! The guy left and went to talk to someone and came back with a pass. I stayed "in character" and asked the security guard if he would walk me back because I was scared to go back alone. I didn't want to just grab the pass and run the 50-yard dash! (Although I felt like it)

So the security guard escorted me backstage and I saw a group of people talking to Nikki and I said, "There they are, my friends, thank you" to the security guard and I walked over and started talking to these people who I didn't know from Adam and the security guard left. A swarm of people came around Nikki for autographs and pictures so I waited patiently. I had waited 2 years, what's another 10 minutes? LOL! I waited my turn and introduced myself to Nikki and we started talking about the show and the demands of a tour and people were still being shuffled through like cattle.

I would move out of the way while people came up for pictures and autographs and then talk to Nikki more. I took pictures for people and handed the camera back to them. Nikki said that was cool of me to do that. Nikki and I would talk and then people would come up and I'd back away and he grabbed me by the wrist to pull me back. He kept grabbing my wrist over and over and over to keep me where we could talk between autographs. We talked about differences in culture and my accent. He would tell me to say words that I said "different." He would say, "Say purple...say lion...say..." and would laugh every time I said something in a thick southern accent I asked if the circus act was getting a pay check for my efforts? He laughed. I felt like I had completed half of my mission by capturing Nikki's attention, but I hadn't fulfilled my entire mission… YET!

I kept wondering how long Nikki would keep talking to me. Would he invite me to his hotel? Are they staying in town tonight? Or are they heading out for the next gig? Should I tell him I'll see him at the next show and wait for his reaction? Is my time with Nikki almost over… or just beginning? I had a million things running through my head. I was happy to be talking to Nikki but looked around at all of the girls who WERE showing cleavage and ass cheeks and thought, "I don't stand a chance!"

WELL, my questions were silenced when Nikki asked me to come to the hotel. This WAS what I had waited for, this IS what I had wanted. This WAS my MISSION... BUT all of a sudden I had this feeling drain through me. "IF I went to the hotel with Nikki and lost my virginity...he would kick me out in the morning… IF I got to stay THAT LONG. He'd never call or write and wouldn't remember my name and I would be just a F*** to him and ‘one of the many.’ I wouldn't mean anything to him!” Part of me wanted to climb on him and apply myself like "red on a fire truck" but I KNEW that it just wasn't me. So, as my heart sank to my feet I said to Nikki, "No thank you, I'm not THAT kind of girl!"

Nikki replied in a really smart-assed tone, "Well then, what in the F*** are you doing backstage then? Call me when you grow up, Little Girl!" That pissed me off because it reminded me of how my friends talked to me and I thought "OH NO. You DIDN'T just go there" and I went off on Nikki and spouted, "I don't give a shit who you are or who in the F*** you THINK you are, but I don't care if I'm 17 or 47, I'm still going to have morals and that's more than I can say for you and your pissy attitude!" Everyone around was like "Damn, did you hear THAT?" Nikki was smiling and I was thinking, "What in the hell do you think is so funny?" and I asked, "Is this AMUSING YOU, NIKKI?"

Nikki put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me and said, "OK, let's start over, calm down, rewind. Let's start at the beginning. If you act like a lady, I'll treat you like a lady and if you act like a slut, I'll treat you like a slut!" I laughed and said, "Oh Nikki, you're so cliché. I heard you say that EXACT quote in some magazine! Try something original!" Nikki apologized and said how, "Being NIKKI SIXX and all, that he was USED TO ‘certain things’” and I told him that we have a saying in the south... "Never ASSUME because you make an ASS out of U and ME!" He cracked up and said, "OK, you don't have to be worried about being ALONE with me. There will be a bunch of us partying at the hotel. You'll be safe. Wanna come to the hotel?" And I jokingly said, "OH, a BUNCH of people? So it's an orgy then?" LOL! And he started laughing and said, "C'mon, let's go" and I said, "Lead the way!"

Next month, Chapter 3 - Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll!
See you then, 

Angel Aderhold

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