We made it to a house somewhere in the hills of Los Angeles. We drove in the van and parked in front of a very nice house. The kind of place you see in magazines and on television where Cher might live. Harry smiled at me helping me off the van, fixing his hair back as we held hands up the pathway leading to the house.

Greg knocked on the door and after a minute, a maid opened the door. "Can help you?" She said in a very strong Hispanic accent.

"Yeah, we're here to see Kim Fowley." She looked at us.

"Mr. Fowley is sleeping-"

"Lulu! Let them in and tell those cunts to meet me in the dining room!" A voice suddenly boomed. She sighed shaking her head and letting us in. We all looked at each other as she took us into a ridiculously hideous cheetah printed room.

"Please sit, breakfast will be done soon." She left and we all looked around at each other.

"Harry you talk you're good with people like him," Mitch told Harry who nodded quickly. I didn't know what Kim looked like- up until now, I thought he was a woman.

I didn't expect him to look like anything in particular, but when he walked in I almost gasped at the appearance of the man wearing a leather collar around his neck, leopard printed underwear and a silk robe that was wide open. "Ah great let me see what I have here." No introduction needed for a man like this. He was tall and scary.

"Hi I'm-" Harry began but was stopped.

"Zip it I don't care, I am not here to make friends I'm here to clean your shit up and get you into a few clubs to network with people out here since your piece of shit manager can't function unless he has a cock in his ass." He sat down and looked at us. "You!" he pointed to Mitch. "Name and instrument."

Mitch cleared his throat. "Oh uh, Mitch I'm the guitarist." He nodded.

"Yeah you look like a damn hippie and I hate that shirt- cut the hair wear less yellow."

He pointed to Josh. "Oh I'm josh I'm the drummer."

"Josh you look like you jerk off to clown porn- I hate the red hair." He turned to Billie who introduced himself. "Billie I can already tell you smoke so much weed- the stench is radiating off of you."

"Oh sorry-"

"Don't be, roll me some quickly you precious boy." He nodded going to the car. Greg was next but he introduced himself as pink. "Pink? You know what's good, pink pussy and that's what I'll think about when I see you."

"Alright." he nodded.

"Where a shirt for Christ sake- you what's your name." He pointed to Harry who didn't look the slightest bit interested.

"Harry, rhythm guitarist." He hummed.

"You look like a more fuckable Mick Jagger." He didn't say anything else and I knew it was my turn. "And look what we have here jailbait. How old are you?"

"Almost twenty." He nodded.

"Blondie?" I nodded. "Fake blondie, too bad you're wasting your time with a band of men when I'm making history with bitches." The way he spoke was ridiculous. His maid came in with a cart of food and began serving us. "Eat up and Lulu here will take you to your rooms- tonight I'm introducing you fuckers to some important people." Billie walked in and handed him three perfectly rolled joints. "I like this one." He smiled lighting up one of them and leaving us to ourselves.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked a very confused Harry.

"I don't know but I hate that guy." He whispered.

Hollywood was disgusting, at least the part where we were at the moment. It was Friday night and the streets were filled with so many people as we walked through the crowd to a popular club:

Whiskey a go go.

People saw Kim Fowley and came up to him a lot, I wasn't sure why he had a few produced songs under his belt but he wasn't that famous according to Harry.

The weather here was a lot different than in New York, it was strange to see girls wearing shorts and skirts that short in February. I held Harry's hand closely as we went in and straight towards the back to a reserved area. Kim told us to sit and wait. "I know a few people and I think I can talk them into having you cunts play."

I was getting really sick and tired of him calling us that.

He left for a minute and I looked around until I noticed a girl looking at me. She had dark black hair, a leather jacket and was sitting across from us. Something about the way she was looking at me gave me goosebumps. Standing with her drink, she made her way over to our table where she looked around at the guys and at me. "You guys another one of Kim's projects?"

No one responded so I answered her telling her that we were a band from New York. "I'm Blondie, this is our band The Lips, and who are you?" She put her hand out to me.

"I'm Joan Jett." She sat beside me. "Kim's the manager for our band- uhh Sandy and Lita are probably outside." I nodded. "Is he calling you a cunt, he calls us his dog shit cunts all the time." I gasped.

"That's terrible, he's pretty messed up." She laughed looking around before whistling to a waitress for more drinks. We talked about how she, along with Kim, had begun an all-girl rock band. Harry overheard the conversation and leaned in to listen as she explained her whole dynamic.

"We have a little blonde slice of heaven as our lead singer too." Harry chuckled putting his arm around me. Our conversation was cut off by Kim a minute later who told Joan to get her 'jailbait ass home.' she rolled her eyes walking away, flipping him off behind his back as she left without saying goodbye.

"You guys are on in twenty minutes so I would come up with a set of three songs." Our eyes widened and we all huddled talking.

In the midst of our conversation, I could hear a loud commotion apart from the music. I felt a tingle down my spine and what felt like the stars aligning.

I turned my head and looked over at the crowd of people, mostly girls, and noticed a familiar head of curls. Next to Kim and a blonde girl was the man I had been obsessed with since the days in the record shop.

"Deb? Debbie? Debra May!" I turned my head and looked at Harry. "You alright? Don't drink the LA water I told you-"

"Robert Plant." I began to shake like a leaf. "Harry it's Robert Plant." He looked over, cursing at the sight of the frontman of my favorite band. I still carry the Zeppelin album with me at all times, it was back at the hotel as we speak.

"Ow fuck you're squeezing my hand-"

"Harry he's coming over here- tell me I look okay." He smiled at me, telling me I looked perfect. Harry was a big Zeppelin fan like the whole band, but they all knew what that music meant to me. Stairway to heaven was the first song I heard besides my mother's Christian music. It was the first album that made me realize that I wanted to be a rock star, and it's what lead me to Harry.

Kim walked over with Robert and asked him if he wanted a drink. "Lips, meet Robert Plant, you uncultured swine better know who he is." We all stood as he shook our hands and introduced himself. He heard Harry's accent and asked him where he was from. The two bonding over being British.

He turned to look at me and smiled taking a quick puff of his cigarette before speaking. "Oh hello love, nice to meet you." I nodded staring at him. "Cat got your tongue there?"

The way he looked at me was a similar way Harry looked at people when he spoke. It was intense, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm Debbie- they call me Blondie." He nodded.

"You know I quite like Blondes." He said in his very charming British accent. "I take you're a fan?"

All the guys laughed, teasing me that I was a huge fan. Taking a seat with him as he drank his whiskey beside us, he began asking about us and what we were doing out in Los Angeles.

Internally I was freaking out.

"You're performing?" He asked me directly as the guys left to get set up on stage. Harry kissed me before leaving and Robert raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we are, oh I would love it if you stayed to watch us perform," I said sweetly to him.

He looked at his watch and puckered his lips. "I suppose I could darling but you better make it one hell of a show." I nodded standing. He stood up holding my hand and kissing the back of it. He looked down at my hand and noticed the ring. "Too young to be married- such a shame I would have taken you in every way, back at my hotel." I bit my lip.

"What a shame I'm married- I probably would have let you." I took the drink from his hand and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Enjoy the show." I walked away feeling like I had just made an impression on my idol.

Yo to be honest if I met Robert plant back in the day I would have let that man-  Not important, anyways what did we think of this chapter?

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