Kim was on his way to Sandy's. Both were nervous but Joan and Sandy both knew that they had worked their asses off in the last couple weeks to please Kim.
There they sat, Joan and Sandy waiting for Kim to come and start telling them to play. Joan didn't know why she was nervous, I mean it wasn't showing psychically but mentally it was driving her nuts. She needed a cigarette or maybe some pills to keep her straight but she knew she couldn't play when she was high. That's why she chose to stay away from the drugs before she was about to play.
"Okay bitches" Kim said walking into Sandy's garage. "Start fucking playing, I want to hear some rock and roll.
Joan threw her guitar over her shoulder and felt the weight instantly. She felt the neck of the guitar and the nylon strings underneath her finger tips. She looked over at Sandy who was all set on the drums feeling the connection instantly to them.
She nodded once at her and Sandy started to count off..
"1..2..3..4"
And then they started to play, hitting each note..showing all the could. Joan put her mouth up to the guitar and started to sing one of the songs. It was nothing special that she wrote, nothing she wanted famous..just a song.
Kim stared at them maybe expecting something more..maybe something less.
He stopped them in the middle of the song.
"HOLD UP KITTIES" he yelled and got up out of the metal chair.
The music stopped instantly, maybe they did something wrong Joan thought in her head.
"Now have you bitches been practicing?"
Sandy nodded and Joan nodded too.
"Yeah man we have been practicing for the last four weeks non stop. It's been a bitch."
He stared at Joan, folding his arms in a feminish way.
"Four weeks huh? Non-stop huh? Well you bitches are good but not good enough. This is man's music, not women's music and if you're gonna cut it out in this business you need to learn to be like men..think like men, act like men but with fire, with passion for the music. Fucking love your music, like its better than any man you have ever slept with, or women..which ever you cunts prefer"
Sandy laughed a bit, and Joan did too...but they knew he was right. Had to be better than the rest of the bands out there.
"Now do it again but this time like men!"
They both nodded and Sandy counted off again but this time putting a lot more emphasis on their music.
Finally they almost had finished one whole song until Kim had stopped them by putting his hand in the air.
The music again stopped immediately and both of them stood silently waiting for Kim to speak.
"I think I just thought of something that we need." he said with eager in his voice.
Joan shifted moving the heavy weight of the guitar from under her.
"What's that man?"
"You said you wanted a singer right Joanie?"
She nodded.
"We'll let's go get us a fucking singer. Not that you can't sing Joan..but I've got plans for you. We need sex! We need a sexual prancy hooker that rock the socks off the audience."
"Where we gonna find that?" Sandy asked.
He looked at her then back at Joan.
"We're going to the Sugar Shack in the Valley. We're gonna tear this bitch up!"
"Well, what kinda singer are we looking for Kim?" Joan asked curiously.
"Hot blonde..right in the front row. Not a dykey looking chick ether..someone with spunk and talent."
"Alright, when are we going?"
"Leave tonight, so you bitches get ready! Oh and by the way I found some guitarists for you guys..one killer lead guitarist named Lita Ford and the other a bass player named Jackie, you'll meet them tomorrow but for now we have to focus on a hot blonde ladies" he said clapping his hands. "See you at the Sugar Shack around 8"
He walked out of the garage into Sandy's house. Joan turned to her as he was walking out.
"Jesus I guess we don't have to like see their talent or anything?" Joan laughed.
"I'm assuming he knows what he is doing, I mean he is a record producer"
They both laughed and picked up their instruments again. Joan was excited they were finally going to get a singer. It was about time this band started to pick up.
Later that night Joan arrived at the Sugar Shack with Kim Fowley. Sandy told them that she couldn't make it because of her mom, so she backed out at the last minute. Good thing Joan was use to Kim's abruptness so she wasn't worried about being alone with them man.
The Sugar Shack was a place that all the kids hung out, mostly the ones who didn't give a fuck about their parents and all they wanted to do was listen to music, pop a few pills, drink a few drinks, and basically just have freedom. Joan liked this place because she didn't really have a home to start out with. It was just a place to mellow out.
Kim looked over at Joan and smiled.
"You know what were here for, Hot blonde in the works. Go get em' Joan"
Joan nodded and walked away into the crowd looking for this "hot blonde in the works".
As for Kim Fowley, he was dressed the part of these pond scum suckers. Looked badass and hard and never once gave a fuck of what was going on.
He looked around the club...lots of blondes but not the one he was looking for. He was like a lion scavenging for the right piece of meat. Until he laid his eyes on one blonde in the back of the club sipping on Mountain Dew. He had a feeling deep in his gut about this one.
She was blonde, tall, and skinny..and the look on her face was all about "I don't give a fuck try something." He loved it.
He made his way threw the crowd of screaming teenage hormones and approached her.
"Hey, my name is Kim Fowley..record producer. You've heard of me." he said proudly.
She looked up at him, curious. She thought this was just another guy hitting on her..some creepy old man but the name Kim Fowley rang a bell to her.
"Have I?"
He ignored the rhetorical question and smiled. He then started looking around the room frantically and Cherie just kind of stared at him. Maybe he was crazy like Rodney use to tell her.
"JOAN! Joan..come here I want you to meet someone."
A tall black haired girl with muscular shoulders came up and stood next to Kim.
"This is Joan Jett" Kim Fowley said with a pleased look on his face.
The blonde hair girl was starstruck as she took a closer look at the girl. Joan Jett. She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Are you kidding?" the blonde girl said in a whisper.
"Not kidding." Kim said seriously as he straightened his green suit out.
"What's your name?"
"Cherie.."
"Cherie what?" Kim said annoyed.
"Cherie Currie"
"Amazing name, is it real?"
"Yeah it's my real name" Cherie said smiling a bit. She couldn't help but stare at Joan a little bit longer than she should have.
"I like your look, I mean I like it a lot, you got the look of David Bowie..platinum blonde hair, great figure and the look that says 'I can beat the crap out of a truck driver'" he said smiling.
Cherie smiled curiously.
"So what do you want from me and my look?"
The freak looked at Joan then back at Cherie.
"We're looking for some talent..do you sing or play a musical instrument?"
Cherie took a sip of her Mountain Dew and looked back and forth at the two of them.
"I can sing, I won a talent show."
Kim clasped his hands together and smiled devishly.
"Cherie Currie, would you like to be a part of the greatest fucking thing in rock and roll history? We're starting an all girl rock band and we want you to be a part of it. What do you say? Do you wanna join the band Cherie?"
Cherie felt like she was frozen in time for a minute. She couldn't believe that someone was asking her..Cherie Currie..a nobody from the valley to join an all girl rockband. It was exciting, especially because even she was going to be working with a small town local Joan Jett and a famous record producer Kim Fowley.
"Are you kidding?" she manged to choke out.
"No jokes Cherie, do you want to be in the band?"
She looked over at Joan who was nodding yes secretly to her and smiling.
"Hell yes" Cherie said not hiding her smile one bit.
"Excellent!" Kim yelled over the music. "Learn a song by Peggy Lee..I don't care which, and meet us in a trailer down in the Valley. Joan will give you directions and tell you where"
Cherie nodded excitedly.
"Oh and by the way how old are you?"
"15"
"Fucking amazing...Jack fucking pot baby!" Kim yelled and stormed off.
Joan looked at Cherie and smiled.
"Welcome to the band" Joan yelled over the music at Cherie.
Cherie smiled and nodded.
"So we practice in a trailer park not to far outside of the valley, usually around 1ish every day depending on the day I guess." Joan said as she grabbed a napkin and a pen from her leather jacket.
She scribbled down the address of what Kim had given her and handed it to Cherie.
"This is the address, it's a little far out there, don't ask me why he chose it." she laughed and smiled.
Cherie was still so starstruck by the fact she was even by Joan Jett, and she couldn't help but look at her streak black hair and her hardcore style. She wasn't like any other girls Cherie had met. There was something about her that Cherie was just naturally connected to. She wondered if Joan had felt the connection too but didn't ask.
"Okay" Cherie laughed.
Joan stuck out her hand to Cherie and Cherie took it instantly feeling the spark rise up inside her.
"Again, welcome" Joan smiled. "I'll see you in a few days, and I'll keep in touch"
Cherie smiled back.
"Sounds good"
"Bye Cherie" Joan said as she walked out of the club, bad ass attitude and all.