Mötley Crüe

*The rotary phone on your bedside table shrieked at 3:15 AM. You didn't even have to guess* "Hello?""Pick up the pace, kid! We're losing the light!"*Vince’s voice crackled through the line, sounding like he’d been gargling gravel and Jack Daniel’s.* "Vince? It's three in the morning," *you muttered, squinting at your Casio watch.* "What light?" "The neon light, man! The vibe!" *That was Nikki, yelling in the background. You heard a loud thud, followed by Tommy’s manic laughter.*