Finding Who You Are

"MUNSTER-MUFFIN!" I heard Ashley yell, before I felt her jump on top of me, still screaming.

"What woman?" I grumbled, rolling over as she sat up on the bed.

"I got a surprise for youuuuuuuu." She squealed, holding out a black envelope.

"What's this?" I asked, grogily taking the envelope from her.

"Open it!" She yelled in sheer excitement.

"Okay, okay." I said, ripping the envelope open, and gasping at awe... "No... You... Fucking... Didn't!" I screamed, a smile breaking across my face as I squeezed Ashley.

"Yes, yes I did!" She yelled back at me, smiling and bouncing around.

"You got us MOTLEY CRUE tickets?!" I screamed, jumping up on the bed, bouncing on it. "Holy shit!!!" I screamed like a little fan girl, dancing around.

"That's not all!" She giggled, reaching in her back pocket.

"What else could ha-"

She was holding two backstage passes in her hands.

"No way!" I screamed, hugging her and spinning her around. "You are the BEST friend in the whole WORLD!" I yelled, finally putting her down as I cried tears of happiness.

"D'awww." She said, putting her hand on her chest, acting flattered, "Thank you! This way you can meet Mick and Nikki, and I can see Tommy!" She squealed, bouncing off the walls again.

"When is it?" I asked, studying the tickets.

"3 hours from now." She grinned.

"You fucking rock!" I screamed as I jumped in the shower, getting all clean for the concert.

I sang in the shower, I sang doing my hair, and I sang as we skipped out of the hotel to my car.

"Motley Mother Fucking Crue, Here we come!" I screamed, unlocking the car, taking out the t-tops, and rolling the windows down.

"Whooooo!!!" Ashley screamed, flinging her arms around as I made my tires screech as I slid it out on the main road, driving pretty viciously.

"I can't fucking believe this!" I screamed, gushing with excitement.

"You better believe it!" Ashley screeched back at me, still laughing and smiling as I sped down the road.

"Hell Yeah!" I said, as the GPS told me I had 1 more mile to go until I reached the venue. We had backstage passes, which means we could get backstage before the show actually started, and go to the after party too.

Soon, I shoved my car in park, locking it up, and sliding across my hood like a mad man, still screaming and jumping around in sheer excitement. "Can I see your tickets and passes?" A large black man asked, with his arms crossed of his chest, wearing a security shirt.

I anxiously pulled out my tickets, and showed him the pass that was hanging around my neck, as Ashley did the same.

"Go on in. First door on the right." He said very monotone like, opening the door and ushering us in. I looked at Ashley as we tried to walk calmly in the door without running or fucking screaming.

"Oh my God I can't believe I finally get to meet Mick Mars!" I squealed, trying not to be to loud, as I looked at Ashley.

"Uhh, Rayne!" Ashley said, pointing in front of her, revealing a dark figure standing there outside of a doorway. "It's Mick!" She half whispered, half squealed.

"Holy Fu-"

"Hi there." I heard Mick say, smiling at us both.

I stood there, my jaw on the floor, and my words stuck in my throat. I was standing up front of the man I gushed over everyday, the man I looked up to.. Mick Mars was up front up my face, and I couldn't move or say anything.

"Is she okay?" Mick asked Ashley, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah. You're just like, her biggest inspiration, and we just moved to Cali the other day. So I bought us tickets and backstage passes so I could thank her for being so awesome. But, she'll be okay in a second." She piped, looking happy as a mother fucker.

"M....Mick!" I squealed, trying not to be so loud as I reached out and hugged him softly, catching him off guard.

A security officer started heading our way, yelling about not touching rockstars. But Mick smiled and waved the guard off, softly hugging me back. Holy shit...

Mick Mars hugged me... OhMahGawd!

"I'm such a fan Mick.. You're like awesome... My biggest inspiration." I said breaking the hug, and taking my jacket off to show him the portrait tattoo on my right forearm. "I had to get something to give back to you for all you do for others... You hardly get any credit." I smiled at him, rubbing my arm.

"That's ...." He looked at my arm in total disbelief, his eyes swelling with tears, "That's so nice of you."

"Mick, you're such an amazing person. And with you're bone issues, I know it makes it painful for you to get on stage and play, but you do anyways cause it's what you love. And nobody knows you, and you're the best member in the whole band!" I said, still smiling like an idiot as I determined whether or not to just hug him again.

But instead, Mick hugged me, squeezing me tightly, "You're so sweet." He said, rubbing my back.

"I'm going to see the rest of the band." Ashley said kinda awkwardly, before walking into the door and screaming when she saw the rest of the guys.

"I'm just simply me... I gotta go put my jacket back in my car..." I said, pointing towards the door. "You can come if you want." I said, slowly turning around and smiling at Mick as he shrugged and started following me.

"You drive THAT!?" Mick almost screamed as we walked out the door, pointing in disbelief to my car.

"Yeah." I laughed, looking back at his face as I unlocked the car, opening the door. "Kicks pretty bad ass huh?"

"This is a fucking awesome car! Must have costed you an arm and a leg to get this! Stingray right?" He asked, running his hand lightly over the back fenders and the trunk deck.

"69'" I said plainly, but couldn't help but to laugh when Mick gave me the oddest look ever.

"Why a 69?"

"Because that's the year my father was born, and he's gone now. So it's in memory of him because I always told him I would get one, and he never quite believed I would because these cars are like finding a needle in a haystack." I sighed, shrugging my shoulders, "And when you do find one, the cost to get it back to all original, it's un-real." I smiled, sitting in my driver seat and cranking it up, reving my engine and being a show off.

He knocked on the passenger window, asking me to unlock the door, and I did. He sat down comfortably into my custom seats, and smiled, "You have the most awesome car I have ever seen in my life... 350 cubic?" He asked, wondering about the motor.

"Nope. 427 block. This year, the 350 cube or 427 block was optional. I had a 427 big block with tri power put in it because, I'm a person for power and speed." I smiled, feeling proud of my self.

Mick just looked at me wide eyed, "You know motors?!"

"Uhh... Yeah. I was raised around it...." I said shyly, wiggling around in my seat nervously.

"You should take me for a ride." He smiled at me, while my brain took it in the total opposite way than what he meant.

I started to blush, because it sounded totally wrong in every aspect of my brain... But I knew he was talking about the car.

"The car! The car... I didn't me-"

"Mick! I know," I laughed, still blushing as he stuttered and sighed, "I know! Sure. I'll take you out a bit."

"Okay then. I'm holding you to it." He said, getting out of the car, "I have to go tell the guys I'll be back. You should do the same with your friend.... Oh, and what's your name? I never caught it.."

"Brittany, but everyone calls me Rayne." I smiled, following him down the hallway.

"Rayne... Hmph... Interesting." He muttered before we walked in the Crue room. "Hey guys, I'm going out for a bit. Be back."

"Ashley, I'm taking Mick for a ride in the Stingray." I smiled at her as Vince, Tommy, and Nikki raised their eyebrows.

"You drive a fucking 'Vette?" Nikki asked in total disbelief.

"Yeah dude. She's got a 427 big block in it... It's sweet." Mick replied to Nikki, who was now getting up to walk outside.

"I have to see it. Come on T-bone!" Nikki yelled to Tommy, who jumped up and ran to follow him.

"I guess I'll go take a gander too." Vince sighed, following the terror twins outside.

"You know, since they know, they're gonna want a ride too..." Mick said, walking with Ashley and I back out to the car.

"It's fine. I don't mind." I smiled, opening my car door once more and letting it roar to life.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Nikki screamed, jumping around and smiling. "I call dibs when Mick gets back!"

"T-bone calls for dibs after Nikki!" Tommy yelled.

"I'll go after them." Vince laughed as he walked around the car, admiring it.

"Told you." Mick laughed as he got into the car, shutting the door.

I took out the t-tops, and rolled down my window. Lighting a cigarette, I reved my engine and yelled, "Clear the way!"

I looked around me, waiting for everyone to move, and they did. I slammed the car in reverse, flinging it around the parking lot as I flicked it into first gear, poping my clutch, making my tires spin.

"And you know how to fucking drive!" Mick yelled, laughing with a huge smile across his face as I drifted out into the road, picking up speed quick.

"Of course." I said, taking a drag off of my cigarette. "With a car like this, you have to know how to drive."

We enjoyed our little cruise, and I was soon pulling back in, and picking up Nikki.

"Scare the shit out of him!" Tommy yelled, smiling and laughing as Mick walked over to join them.

"Please don't. I normally don't trust people driving crazy. I hate riding bitch." Nikki said, looking over at me sincerely as he buckled his seat belt.

"Don't worry. I won't." I smiled, as I started driving the car fairly normally down the road and back, only speeding a little bit.

"Thanks." He smiled, ruffling my hair.

"Hey! Don't touch!" I scolded, smacking his hand away, and smiling at him evily.

"Yes Ma'am!" He said, acting stupid and giving me a salute as I continued to drive. Nikki's black hair flew all over the place, as he tried to put it back in it's place only for it to fly everywhere again. Finally he gave up, and pouted about it.

I made my way back again, driving Tommy first, then Vince, just the same way I had driven with Mick. Surprisingly I managed to get back 30 minutes before they had to go on stage, giving me time to lock up the car, have a cigarette, and chit chat with the guys a bit before they went on stage.

"So, we're gonna go get ready now." Nikki said, walking inside, Tommy, and Vince both trailing behind him on his heels into the door.

"What about you? Shouldn't you get ready too Mick?" Ashley asked him, walking over to me with a cigarette in her hand, her hair slightly blowing out of place, causing her to frown a bit and fix it.

"Probably." He smiled, "I'll see you both again after the show right?" He asked, walking to the door, and turning back for our response.

"Of course. We'll be in the front row watching you guys." I said, smoking on my cigarette as Mick smiled, standing at the door until I finished my cigarette, rubbing it in the ground with my boots, and taking Ashley's arm as we got ready to walk to the front side of the venue.

Ashley squealed, jumping up and down, just as excited as I was to see the Crue play for the first time in our lives.

"Hey Mick!" I called before we walked away, causing him to turn and look at me, "Good luck." I said, smiling at him, jogging over to give him a soft hug.

"Thanks Rayne. See ya'" He said, walking in the door and letting it swing shut behind him.

"HOLY FUCK!" I breathed, smiling at Ashley. "Ahhhhhh!!!! Miiiiiiiiickkkkk." I squealed, making sure he didn't hear me fan girling out over him.

I grabbed Ashley's hand, jumping up and down, squealing about Mick and Nikki, before we finally walked in and got our seats in the front row.

We didn't even bother to sit down in the seats, plus we really couldn't, we were to fucking pumped up. "Mick Mars. God that fucking man is better in real life!" I yelled to Ashley, who started laughing.

Motley Crue walked out on stage, Vince first, then Tommy, Nikki, and last but not least, Mick. They all got situated, waiting for the crowd to quiet down a bit before Vince started talking to the crowd.

"How you fuckers doing tonight?!" He screamed, holding the mic out to the audience as we all screamed in sheer joy. I felt like my ear drums were going to burst with all the noise from the fans. It had to feel great to the Crue, because there was nothing in the world better than a hundred thousand devoted fans.

"That's what the fuck we though!" Nikki screamed, looking over at Vince with a huge smile on his face, flipping his black hair all of the place.

"So, how many of you wanna hear some fucking crue?!" Vince screamed again, smiling at his response from the crowd as we all went crazy, jumping up and down with lighters, alcohol, and even shirtless ladies with their boobs flopping everywhere.

Me and Ashley were jumping up and down, pumping our fists in the air like a bunch of hooligans. We didn't give a fuck.... This was the Motley fucking Crue! If I looked like an idiot with Ashley, so be it.

Nikki was scanning the crowd for us, and finally smiled when he saw us. He had his camera in his hands, pointing it at us, taking a good bit of pictures, before taking some of the rest of the crowd, and handing the camera to one of the stage hands.

"Let's rock it boys!" Nikki said, as Mick started playing, and Tommy started beating on his symbols as they opened up with Kickstart My Heart.

They rocked out for the next 2 hours, getting sweaty, and all of them looking hot as hell. Of course they were taking breaks in between a few songs. After it was all done, me and Ashley rushed backstage again to join the now sweaty, and kinda stinky Crue.

"You guys fucking ROCKED!" I screamed, attacking Nikki and squeezing his neck, then to Vince, Tommy, and lastly but not least, Mick. He was only last because I knew I had to be careful when hugging him, and I had alot of energy that I released on squeezing the other guys to death.

"Thanks." They all laughed, Nikki dumping water on his head, and on Ashley as she hugged him last.

"You guys are like, un-fucking-believable!" Ashley squeeled, flinging her arms around like a wacky tube man, slinging water all over me, and the rest of the Crue.

"We like to think so." Vince said, smirking with his arrogant little self, wiping the water and sweat off of his face.

"Oh hush Vince. Say thanks instead of being so fucking stuck up." Nikki said, popping him in the back of the head with the now empty water bottle.

"Ouch you fucker!" He screamed, rubbing the back of his head, but not daring to jump at the bassist and start a fight because Nikki was known to have a bad temper. He just smirked at him, causing Nikki to give him a deadly look.

"So, you apparently enjoyed it huh?" Mick laughed, walking with us as we went to their backstage room again, all of us sitting down in odd places. I sat on the floor by Mick's feet as he sat in a chair, while Tommy and Vince sat on the couch. Ashley sat in a chair, and Nikki sat on the table.

"You guys are fucking odd." I said, laughing and shaking my head and lighting my cigarette, tossing one to Ashley, only for it to be intercepted by Nikki. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, not throwing the next one, but leaning over to give it to her because Nikki had already got his mouth germs all over the first one.

"You're odd!" Ashley laughed, taking the cigarette and shoving me, causing me to fall into Mick's legs as I bumped my head on his knee cap.

"Ouch!" I whined, rubbing my head, "Sorry Mick." I quickly apologized, rubbing his knee with one hand, and my forehead with the other.

"It's okay." He smiled at me, not bothering to usher my hand away as he relaxed a bit.

"Sorry Mick." Ashley said in a puppy dog voice, trying to sound like a child who had just done something wrong.

"It's okay." He laughed, moving his legs around a big, and wincing in pain, grabbing his back with his hand.

"You okay Mick?" Tommy asked, sitting on the edge of his seat, ready to jump up to help him.

"Nothing more than the usual." Mick sighed, finally relaxing again and stretching out his legs. "I'll be okay T-bone."

"You sure?" Nikki asked, looking worried as well, his eyebrows nitted together.

"I'm positive." He smiled, reassuring his band mates that his back wasn't going to kill him.

"So, what do you guys wanna do?" I asked, clapping my hands together and causing everyone to look at me, "Shit, don't all stare at me awkwardly when I clap my hands."