I own none of the characters, and this is all fictional, of what we know of, though i wish it were true lol. This story was written by me though...so no one try and steal it! this is all dakotastew and just a heads up, it might get a bit more sexual later on so this is for mature audiences only! if you have any ideas of new stories kind of like this that you would like me to write about, send me a message and id be more then glad to look it over! enjoy! =)

Chapter I - Kristen

My hand held on to the phone tightly, holding a lit cigarette in the other, all while hearing the voice on the other side of the phone. "Would you like to play Joan Jett when she was fifteen?" My grip tightened around the phone, not processing how much of an iconic role id be playing if I answered yes…the pressure…the fans…but I only answered the first words that came to mind when I heard the name "Joan."

"Yeah, sure." my voice came out calm, too calm, almost monotone. I guessed that caught her by surprise, as I could here the excitement in the voice. "Great! Ok ill send you all the details about the movie, including the script and who you'll have a chance to work closely with. Bye!" The word closely seemed to pop out at me but I had no chance to say a word before I heard the dial tone.

My hand didn't let go of the phone as I finally realized what I had just done. "Fuck." I whispered to myself as I slipped the phone back on to its base. I leaned back against my bed, throwing my head back and stared at the ceiling before taking a puff out of the cigarette.

I ran to my computer and turned it on. It seemed hours before it finally turned on completely. I typed in my email and password while my ears took in Joans music, in order to get ready.

I read the email thoroughly, surprised when I found out who my partner would be and that I would be able to work with Joan herself. The script left me dumbfounded. How would I be able to pull this off? I had to sing too? I began to panic, not knowing whether to cancel my answer or be up for a challenge as great as this one.

I sat in the back of a hummer, my packed bags next to me, being driven to the airport to be flown to LA. Yes, I decided to take on this role. I knew id need a lot of practice but id keep my word on playing this character.

I slipped on my hood as I began to hear cameras clicking and flashes going off outside the truck. The hummer hauled to a stop and the door flew open. A man with a white shirt and dress pants greeting me. "Hi." I replied, never making eye contact with him, only keeping my head down as I was told to do with a crowd like this. Questions began to shoot from all directions.

"Kristen, we heard you were working with Dakota on the new film?"

"Are you excited?"

"How's Rob?"

"Did you bring your bong with you this time?"

The last two questions pissed me off as I fought to keep myself under control, wishing a could turn around a hit the mother fucker in the face. I didn't have anything going on with Rob, and smoking was my business. I turned around to the guy who asked me about my bong. The guy who greeted me held on to my sweatshirt, pulling me. I turned toward him and glared until he finally let me go. I turned back around and decided to answer his questions. "Yeah, in fact I did, its in my bag right now."

The guy grabbed back on to my sweatshirt pulling me again. I didn't resist, I simply looked back down.