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Ch. 1 Offer Of A Lifetime

A/N: So, I’ve been posting this story on wattpad for a while now and I’m thirteen chapters in and I’ve been getting a decent response there so I figured I’d post it here as well to see how you guys like it. I’m really proud of this story and hope you guys enjoy it as well. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. I’ll try posting a chapter a day until I have you guys caught up to current and then it will become weekly updates after that. If you want to be added to the taglist for this story, send me an ask. This story will contain mature content through out so 18+ only please. Without further ado, here we go you guys

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Triggers: Mentions of drug use and over dose

1983

"Alannah!" I yelled to my daughter as I walked into the living room still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I heard the pitter patter of her little feet as she ran from her bedroom to the living room of our tiny two bedroom apartment. I looked down at her as she brushed blonde curls out of her sleepy face so she could look up at me, "Yes mommy?" she said with sleepy undertone to her voice still. "It's time to get ready for school little bug." I say as I walk towards our kitchen to start the coffee pot. Alannah runs back to her room to begin getting dressed and ready for the day. I walk back to my own bedroom and open my closet and pull out my work uniform. I worked at the local Denny's to make ends meet, it wasn't the greatest job in the world but it paid the bills. I pull my my work uniform on and walk to my vanity and begin brushing my hair until my wavy blonde tresses are silky smooth, grab a hair tie of my vanity table and put my hair in my signature ponytail. I then grab my makeup and begin to apply my signature winged eyeliner, light blush, mascara, and to top of the look dark red lipstick. I look at my reflection in the mirror and smile before turning around and exiting my bedroom once again. I walked back to the living room to see Alannah sitting on the floor in from the tv watching her morning cartoons, her backpack on the floor next to her. I ruffle her hair as I walk past her to the kitchen to get my morning cup of coffee. I grab a mug out of the cupboard above the sink and walk to the coffe put and pour myself a cup. I add cream and sugar and than proceed to grab a bowl and fill it with Frosted Flakes and milk and walk back out to the living room I set the bowl of cereal on the coffee table and look over at Alannah, "Baby come eat your breakfast. We've got to leave soon to get you to school." She gets up from the floor and sits at the coffee table and begins eating her breakfast. She finishes up and takes her bowl to the sink, rinsing it out before placing it in the sink. she runs back to me with a smile on her face "Mommy it's time to go!" she says excitedly running to grab her backpack and running towards the door. I grab my keys off the side table by the coach, grab my purse, and we head out the door.

We pile into my car and head out. I turn on the radio to the local rock station as we wait at a red light, the sounds of Motley Crue's "Shout At The Devil" blaring through the speakers. I smile to myself as I begin singing along to the radio:

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 and

Shout shout shout

Shout at the devil

Shout shout shout

He'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

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 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 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

I grinned to myself as the song ended, thinking of my uncle Mick Mars as we pulled up to Alannah's school. I park by the front entrance and Alannah jumps out of the car and comes around to the driver's side, I open my door and she jumps into my arms giving me a big hug and says " I love you so much mommy!" I kiss the top of her beautiful head and place her back on the ground, "I love you bigger than the sky and deeper than all the oceans in the world. Always and forever." She smiles and runs into the main entrance and disappears from my sight. I then began my commute to work, rocking out to the radio on the way.

I pull up to the parking lot outside Denny's, which is down the street from the infamous Whisky A Go Go. I feel a pang in my heart anytime i think of it, reminding me of my days with The She-Wolves. my former band. I missed the call of the stage so much but I had yet to find another band since Marie's tragic heroin overdose ended The She-Wolves. . I shake my head and walk through the door to work to start yet another mindless shift of waiting on assholes and punks. Ugh, my job really does suck some days. I made my way behind the counter, grabbed my writing pad, and headed towards my section. Hopefully today wouldn't be as bad as yesterday, I had one of the local punks spill an entire bowl of chilli on me and let's just say, those ARE NOT easy stains to get out of your uniform. I make my rounds in my section, getting orders and bringing them out. This continued on until the end of my shift at 3. I headed out the door to my car and made my way to pick up Alannah from school. I pull up in front of her school ten minutes later, her standing there waiting for me in our usual pick up spot. She runs to the car and jumps in, fastening her seat belt as I begin to pull out of the school parking. She than begins to giggle and tell me all about her day at school, me laughing along with her as she gushes about the drawing she made during her art class that day.

Before we know it, we pull into the parking lot of our apartment complex and start climbing up the stairs to our apartment. We walk through the door and Alannah goes to her room to start working on her homework. She is hands down the best daughter I could have ever asked for. I set my keys down on the side table in their usual spot and head to the kitchen and pull out hamburger to begin making meatloaf for our dinner. I grab the rest of the ingredients, combine them together and preheat the over and wait. Once the over is preheated, I put the meatloaf in the over and set a timer for it. Alannah comes running out of her bedroom and shows me her completed homework. I smile and tell her to go watch her shows until dimmer is ready. I sit down on the couch next to her and watch her cartoons with her until I hear the timer go signalling that our dinner was ready. I go into the kitchen, pull out the meatloaf and begin pulling out plates and silverware. I set a timer for five minutes to give the meatloaf tie to cool off. Once the timer goes off again, I serve us both our portions of meatloaf with mashed potatoes and gravy and set our plates on the coffee table in the kitchen. We set together at the coffee enjoying our diner as we watch our shows. Once dinner is finished, I was the dishes and put them away. I pull my guitar out and begin to play a few riffs watching as Alannah danced joyfully around the living room, jamming out to the guitar without a care in the world. After about an hour of playing I put the guitar away and let Alannah know it's time to get ready for bed. She goes to her room and changes into her pajamas and then goes to the bathroom and brushes her teeth and face. I follow her to her bedroom and help her get nice and tucked in for the night. She looks up at me and asks if I would sing her her favorite song. I grin, grab my guitar and proceed to start singing On With The Show, her favorite Motley song:

Frankie died just the other night

Some say it was suicide

But we know

How the story goes

With his six string knife

And his street wise pride

The boy was a man before his time

And she knew

All their dreams would come true

But you see, Frankie was fast

Too fast to know

He wouldn't go slow

Until his lethal dose

And she knows

He'll finally come too close

Well, on with the show

Going on with the show

Come on baby

No, no, no

Oh my, my, my

He was bad

He was never good

But one thing that he understood

And she knew

All those lies would come true

The time has come and

He's paid his dues

Suzie finally got the news

She always knew

This day would come soon

He was stopped on a dime

With a switchblade knife

Some damn punk went and

Took Frankie's life

And she knew

She'd have to pull through

Broken down, with his broken dreams

With a wink of an eye

Said, "Suzy, listen to me

You must go

On with the show"

Go on with the show

Come on baby

No no no

Oh my my my

Oh baby

Dennis Young - Primitive Substance - another sweet one from Athens of the North, an archival release by Liquid Liquid’s percussionist