Alice were a fifteen years old girl, with bck hair, and usually with a deep makeup on her face. She liked wore leather jackets, beautiful dark dresses, and torn t-shirts. She was very fond of punk bands, principally the Sex Pistols. But not just for their songs or lyrics. She's actually mesmerized and crazy about the Sid Vicious figure.

  She spent hours seeing old interviews, analyzing his gestures, his expressions, his posture, and even his way of speaking.

  But strangely, tely she was seeing him talking to her "on the reality".

  It was on a cold night while she listened to the original LP Sid Sings on her record pyer, when he appeared for the first time. Sid was there, sitting on her swivel chair, with a beer can on his right hand, and with a boredom expression.

  — "Hey girl, why you're looking at me like this?" He said, while starting to spin a little in the chair "This is a pretty cool chair, I never saw someone have one of these inside their house, know."

  Alice frozen. She was almost having a heart attack. He couldn't be real. But, he was there existing just like any other thing on her bedroom.

  — "S-Sid?" She stammered.

  — "Uh, no, actually i'm Alice Cooper." He released a small hoarse ugh and rubbed the nose "Yeah, that's me. Sid."

  In the following days, Sid continued to appear, and at random times: Sitting on the sidewalk while she was waiting for the bus; Behind her while she argued with the principal of the school, or even in the bathroom mocking her while she's doing her makeup.

  But all this, it was just making her like him even more.