Snippet #1883966

"You best not," Sixx warned, shaking his head and causing strands of hair to fly out of place. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he mumbled the words to some random song quietly, then exhaled. He wished he was back on stage, performing and watching the faces covered in awe and horror as dozens of birds flew around Sixx, landing on his shoulders and arms. 'It was my absolute pleasure to frighten you tonight,' he would always say, flashing his brilliant smile at the crowd.
And quite the pleasure it was. Sixx knew of nothing that made him happier than performing. At least, not at the moment.