A/N: Okay, guys! Thanks for checking out my fanfiction! Just a little warning, the beginning is pretty boring, but it's just because I have to set up the story and get the characters going! Please at least read a couple more chapters before deciding on your opinion of this fanfiction! It's a pretty good read once the action picks up! I promise! :) So enjoy reading about Brie's adventures!

It was a very lazy Saturday afternoon, so I decided to put on my favorite movie, King Kong. I had to admit, I was a little obsessed with that movie. I had seen every single version that ever existed, even the cartoon. I knew who played what character in each version and how good or bad the acting was. I knew little fun facts about each film and I even knew most of the crew for the films. I even had some of the musical scores from a couple of the films on my iPhone. I loved the story and always wished I could have been part of the action. The best version was definitely the one in 2005 with Naomi Watts. She was fantastic in the role! Everyone else was bland in comparison. Plus, the 2005 version had Jamie Bell as Jimmy in it and boy, was he attractive!

I popped the DVD into my Blu-ray player and pushed 'Play' on the machine. My TV said the words, "This is not playable on this device."

"That can't be right," I said to no one in particular. "I've played it on this before."

I went to the back of the TV and started playing with some cords and plugs, unplugging and plugging things back in and trying to figure out why the movie wasn't playing. I was about to give up and cut my losses when I noticed one cord was sticking out too far from the Blu-ray player. I stood up and carefully plugged the cord back into the player. I faced the TV again when I suddenly got very dizzy. The room started to spin around me as colors flashed before my eyes. Before I knew it, I completely blacked out.

My eyes slowly opened up as I realized I had a killer headache. I let out a small groan and tried to figure out where I was because I certainly was not in my house!

"Guys, she's waking up!" I heard. A woman with blonde hair ran over to me. I realized I was on a cot in a cramped space. "Are you okay?"

"What's going on? Where am I?" I asked.

The woman's eyes looked at me with frenzied concern. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Of course. It's Brieanna."

"Okay, good. You're in the theater where we do our show. You took a really nasty fall on stage and hit your head."

Stage? Show? The only performances I gave were at a local theater, and they weren't very good. The stage was falling apart, we didn't have the right equipment, and the director played favorites when casting every single show. Being part of those plays were not high on my list of fond memories.

"Remember, I'm Ann?"

Holy crap, it all came back to me. I was trying to watch King Kong then something weird happened, I passed out, and now here's someone telling me her name was Ann and we do a show together. No way. I was in the movie!

Now which version? Well, it obviously wasn't the cartoon, and if she said her name was Ann, then it couldn't be the 1976 version because the girl's name was Dwan. Thank goodness this wasn't that version. That was an absolute monstrosity. So was this the 1933 or the 2005 version? I guess I would figure out as the movie progressed.

"Brie?" Ann said to me, knocking me out of my daze.

"I'm fine, really. I think I just need to eat." Wait, this was during the Great Depression. Food was going to be scarce.

"Well, there's a soup kitchen open nearby. We can go there."

"Sounds wonderful!" I lied.

Ann helped me up off the cot and got a jacket for me which was evidently mine. We walked out with an older man and walked to the soup kitchen. The meal they served wasn't filling at all, but it's all I got, so I had to make do.

Ann then took me back to where she, or we, slept. After a restless night, we returned to the theater to find it closed. That sealed it. This was the 2005 version. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. When I was younger, I had always wished to my core that I was Ann and got to be taken away by Kong (although I'm not sure why…). But as I got older, I realized just how violent the whole thing was and that I would never be able to survive on the island. At least the 1933 version, while the story was weaker, wasn't violent at all just because it was so old.

Okay, don't panic, I thought. In every fanfiction I'd ever read where a character gets thrown into the story, once the movie ends, they get sent back. So all I had to do was make it to the end without majorly screwing up the plot. Or dying. I shuddered at the fact that what I was going to face in the near future could kill me. After all, Skull Island was not a pretty place.

Ann banged on the door but was not allowed entrance. I always hated this part. Not only did Ann lose her job, but she also lost the one person she cared most about. I watched sadly as Ann and Manny had their heart-to-heart that left Ann in tears. Manny took off without even glancing over at me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Had I been close with him? Did I know him well? Didn't matter now because he was not coming back and Ann and I had a long way to go from here. A really long way.

I looked at Ann trying to compose herself, but if I knew one thing, she was dying on the inside. I ran over to her and hugged her tightly. She didn't hug back at first, but then I felt her sink into my arms and begin crying again. She composed herself again just as quick as she had started crying. My guess was that being in the city during the Great Depression had made her tough. She didn't want to cry because she needed to be strong for everyone around her. Ann briskly walked away from the theater, leaving behind her troubles and not saying goodbye to anyone.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I caught up with her. I couldn't lose her now. We somehow needed to get on the boat together and then get to Skull Island and then get back to New York and not die on the way. Even if I didn't come with her on the boat, I'd still see Kong when they brought him back to New York. But trying to live in this place until then would drive me nuts, especially knowing what was going on while I was here and she was on the ship.

"I am going to see Mr. Weston and I am not taking no for an answer. You are staying here with Maude and the rest of the company. They'll take care of you, okay? But I've got to do this, and I don't want you involved."

"No," I stated. "I'm coming with you, and I'm not taking no for an answer." Mostly because if we get separated, I'm in trouble, I thought.

Ann looked at me like she wanted to strangle me but didn't say anything and allowed me to follow. We walked until she stopped by a certain office and waited. We waited for quite a while before a man in a hat came out and that's when Ann sprung into action.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Weston!" she said way too bouncily.

"Aw, jeez…" the man moaned as he hurried along. "Look, Miss, I told you already. Call my office, leave your resume with my secretary."

"Now why would I want to do that when we can talk about it in person?"

"Because that's what a smart girl would do."

Now I remembered this guy. Gosh, I hated him! He was such a stuck-up snob and didn't give anyone the time of day.

"Well, a smart guy would hire Ann Darrow to be in his play!" I told him. Ann shot me a look, telling me to shut up because this was her thing, but I wasn't sorry about what I said nor would I take it back.

"Well, I already sent you my resume. You returned it unopened," Ann continued.

"What can I say? Jack Driscoll's very particular about who he works with."

"Please, just an audition, that's all I'm asking!"

"Ugh, you don't give up, do you?"

Ann stepped in front of him defiantly. "Mr. Weston, I know this role backwards!"

"Well, that's too bad because we just gave the part to someone else," he responded shortly. Ann tried to protest, but he cut her off. "I'm sorry, kid, the play is cast."

I realized we were at the door to an expensive Italian restaurant we could never afford. My mouth watered at the sight of the fresh spaghetti with delicious tomato sauce and cheese and crispy salad and warm breadsticks and so much more delicious food. My dinner the previous night had left me still hungry and I hadn't had time for breakfast this morning. I had a mind to knock the snob aside and basically steal everything on the table, but I knew I would just end up getting arrested, and then I'd never get out of this movie, not to mention I'd miss all the action.

"Look," Mr. Weston said, noticing our hungry looks. "I know times are tough. You want my advice? Use what you got. You both aren't bad-looking. Girls like you don't have to starve." He pulled out a card and gave it to Ann after scribbling something on it. He explained about some act we could do, but it wasn't good. I shuddered at what went on in that place and how low women went to get money. The men certainly weren't going to be any better and I had no intention of finding out what they did to the poor women in there.

I let out a huge groan as Mr. Weston disappeared into the restaurant. "Men!"

Ann looked at me sharply. "I told you I didn't want you involved. You may have just ruined my chance!"

"Trust me, I didn't ruin anything. That man has no heart or soul and was going to say no either way."

She eyed the card. "Brie, this is the only way we can make money now with the theater closed. I know it's not the best, but it's all we can do. Let's at least check it out."

We walked to the theater, but we didn't get there until late since we had to stop at a soup kitchen for a small something and rest for a little while.

Once we got to small little theater, I saw a man at the door just about to open it, but he was stopped. Oh yeah! That was Carl Denham, and he was noticing both of us! Ann looked up at the theater and then back at the card. She ended up crumpling it up and threw it on the ground before walking away.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "We need that money!"

"I may be out of a job now, Brie, but I'd like to keep my dignity too, and I'll lose it quick if I even step foot in there."

That was why I admired her so much! She was tough and strong and knew just what to do in a tough situation. We walked past a fruit stand and I noticed Ann looking hungrily at the apples. I saw her reach out and pick up one. I remembered that this was when she attempted to steal an apple and I almost tried to stop her, but then I remembered that this was how she met Carl. If I stopped her, I could screw up everything. I pretended to not notice her taking an apple and kept observing the other fruits when the owner pushed past me and grabbed her.

"You gonna pay for this?" he asked gruffly.

I tried to pull him away from her and pry his hand off her arm as Ann tried to pull away as well. "She didn't mean too! We're just hungry! Please!" I begged.

"Excuse me!" we heard. We turned and there he was. The famous Carl Denham. "Ma'am, I think you dropped this," he said as held up a coin. The owner took it and released Ann from his hold.

Carl took the both of us to a restaurant and told us to order whatever we wanted. Before long, we were both digging into huge plates of pasta, devouring it probably too fast for our own good. I couldn't help it! I certainly wasn't used to running on so little food!

"Vaudeville, huh?" Carl said as he approached the table with a cup of coffee. "I worked Vaudeville once. That is a tough audience! If you don't kill them fast, they kill you!"

Ann paused and wiped her mouth, while I continued to gulp down my food. "Mr. Denham, I want you to know that I'm not in the habit of accepting charity from strangers. Or, for that matter, taking things that don't belong to me."

"It was obviously a terrible misunderstanding!"

"It's just we haven't been paid in a while…"

"We were just in a tough spot and our minds weren't in the right place," I said.

"That's awful," Mr. Denham said, though it was very clear he was faking being concerned. "Anyway, Ann, may I call you Ann? And Brieanna?"

"Brie," I answered.

"Either of you wouldn't happen to be a size four by any chance, would you?"

Ann stopped in mid-bite, grabbed my arm and her coat, and stood us up to leave, clearly offended.

"Oh, no! You've got me all wrong! Miss Darrow, Miss Adams, please! I'm not that type of person at all!"

"Then what type of person are you, Mr. Denham?" Ann asked.

"I'm someone you can trust, I'm a movie producer."

"Can we at least hear what he has to say?" I said to Ann. "Who knows? Maybe it's actually worth hearing."

Ann slowly sat down again, and I started to eat my food again. Carl told us we would film in Singapore, and I smiled to myself, knowing that was a total white lie.

He started to explain the plot of the movie and Ann got really into it. I loved this part. It really told the audience a bit about where Ann came from and what she had gone through in her life. Realizing she had said too much, Ann stood up to leave again.

"Mr. Denham, I make people laugh, that's what I do. And besides, I'm not leaving Brie here in this city by herself. Good night."

Wait a second, she was leaving and she wasn't stopping. She was supposed to stop so Carl could mention Jack Driscoll's name and then she got interested. I had to stop her! She was almost out the door when I grabbed her arm and forced her back.

"What's the matter with you, Brie?"

"Ann, we need this. This is what you've always wanted! A chance to be a star in a major motion picture!"

"And Brie is welcome to come along!" Carl added. "I could use her in this picture somehow."

"Brie, it's too dangerous!"

"Do you see where we're at right now? We're penniless and jobless! What we have here is more dangerous than anything he has to offer! We have to do this!"

"Brie…"

"You wanna read a script? Jack Driscoll's turning in a draft as we speak!"

Oh, finally! I thought.

Ann turned, her interest clearly peaked. "Jack Driscoll?"

The deal was sealed. We were on board with Carl. All was going according to plan. So far, anyway. But it was only just beginning.