The Runaways are on stage as the crowd cheers. They put on their instruments and are about to start their first song with Cherie at the microphone and her vocal recordings in order. Before they can start, suddenly, Fake Cherie stomps on stage.
Fake Cherie: That was very funny, Joan Jett! Getting picked up at the chapel instead of the hotel like you told me [holds up Joan's note to Cherie]! Ooh! Better than Ziggy Stardust, huh? I am Cherie Currie!
Crowd: [gasps].
Joan: No, this is Cherie Currie [points to Cherie].
Cherie: [turns to Lita and Jackie, does an air guitar and points to them].
Lita starts their first song, Queens of Noise. Fake Cherie grabs her own microphone and sings and dances. Cherie tries to do the same, lip singing and dancing. But it seems like Fake Cherie is one step ahead, because the vocal recordings are not playing... so Fake Cherie is singing it all! All Cherie can do is pretend to sing with Fake Cherie and out-dance her.
Fake Cherie:
With a pinch of rock and a dose of roll
I can warm you up if you get too cold
I can bring you up if you're going down
I can smash your head all over this town
You gave me the answer
Now I got the answer, oh yeah (yeah, yeah!)
'Cause we're the queens of noise
Come and get it, boys
Queens of noise
Not just one of your toys
Queens of noise
I remember you at our second show
You were holding on, and you wouldn't let go
And I bet you'll always be that way
Whenever you see us start to play
You gave me the answer
Now I got the answer, oh yeah (yeah, yeah!)
'Cause we're the queens of noise
Come and get it, boys
Queens of noise
Not just one of your toys
Queens of noise
Lita plays the Queens of Noise guitar solo. But at the end of the usual solo, Lita goes hard and does an even more insane solo sounding like Ritchie Blackmore, her idol. Cherie is caught off guard, but something miraculous happens. As Lita strums her guitar to shreds, Fake Cherie begins to scream. She falls to the floor in pain as she tilts her head back. Her voice flows out of her mouth and transfers back into the real Cherie. Queens of Noise is an act of true rock 'n' roll and the girls are on fire, so the spell is broken. Lita finishes up her long solo and her insane magic power blows Fake Cherie off the stage behind the curtain, as she transforms back into the Wicked Witch of Rock 'n' Roll. Cherie regains her voice and picks up after Lita finishes, singing and dancing fluidly like never before seen in the history of the region.
Cherie:
Queens of noise
Come and get it, boys
Queens of noise
Not just one of your toys
Queens of noise (we're the queens of noise)
Come and get it, boys (come and get it, boys)
Queens of noise (we're the queens of noise)
Not just one of your toys (not just one of your toys)
Queens of noise (we're the queens of noise)
Come and get it, boys (come and get it, boys)
Queens of noise (we're the queens of noise)
Not just one of your toys (not just one of your toys)
Queens of noise (we're the queens of noise)
Crowd: [cheers and claps].
The show goes on as usual with the rest of their songs, with the real Cherie performing everything. At the end of the show, The Runaways are backstage.
Cherie: Sounds like I got my voice back.
Lita: Who was that? Do you have an evil sister? Is she Marie?
Joan: She was a wicked witch. I'm disappointed in you, Cherie.
Cherie: Oh, Joan, please... I thought she was a psychic!
Lita (raised voice): A witch?! Cherie, you've been so messed up ever since this tour started!
Cherie: Lita! You're yelling at me?!
Lita: Huh?
Cherie: [hugs Lita] Oh, Lita. You're yelling at me again! Thank you, thank you, thank you [quickly kisses Lita on the cheek]!
Lita [pushes Cherie away] Eww man, get off me. What's gotten into you? Go kiss Joan.
Joan: A wicked witch who cast a spell and took her voice away that could've killed her tonight. I'm sorry Cherie, I read it all [gives Cherie her crumpled note from the hotel trash]. It was right under the notepad.
Cherie: Oh...
Lita: CHERIE!!!
Cherie: [hunches shoulders] I'm sorry...
Joan: I think you should call your dad, after everything that happened.
Cherie: [sighs] You think so? But what if he's still mad at me?
Joan: It's worth a shot. Wouldn't you at least feel better knowing the truth?
Cherie: Okay...
Cherie walks over to the payphone and calls her dad. After a few minutes, she comes back.
Cherie: [cries].
Joan: Well?
Cherie: He's okay. He's forgiven me. He's just so concerned about the band and if we'd be able to handle ourselves. I... I don't even remember what we were fighting about. I really miss him and Marie.
Wicked Witch of Rock 'n' Roll: [walks into the room, imitates Cherie's voice] I'm sorry, daddy, oh, I miss you, daddy, oh! [talks in regular voice] Look at you, you got to do the entire show with your band! You still got your father! And you still got your nice soft skin, smooth as a baby! I was a runaway once! I wanted to be the next Sister Rosetta Tharpe. I wanted to be you! Why couldn't you just die?!
Joan takes her guitar and straps it on.
Joan: [steps ahead of Cherie] You know, Cherie once told us, [laughs], Runaways never die... [strums ferociously]
Wicked Witch of Rock 'n' Roll: No!!! You twisted the spell! Ahh [poofs out of existence]!!!
Cherie: ... they're just missing in action.
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The Little Red Cherry Bomb
Teen FictionThis fictional fairytale screenplay is centered around a fictional Cherie Currie of The Runaways. Cherie always wanted to be in a rock band since she was 14, but she never anticipated any of her current struggles, now 17, with The Runaways. She seek...
