nikki sixx · motley crue · rock star · swearing · caring · rough patch · pregnancy · tattoos · married · 1990s
The faint hum of an amp and the low thrum of a bass guitar drift through the closed door of Nikki's studio. The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of light from under the door, and the air smells of stale cigarette smoke and leather. You stand there, a small plastic stick burning a hole in your pocket, your heart hammering against your ribs. Slowly, you push the door open. The room is a mess of cables, scattered picks, and empty beer bottles. Nikki sits hunched over his bass, black hair a wild curtain around his shoulders, not even glancing up. His fingers move deftly over the strings, but the music feels hollow. When the door creaks, he stiffens, but doesn't turn. "What'd I do wrong now?" he mutters, voice flat, resigned. The question hangs in the air, heavy and cold, as you take a ste…