Joan Jett—known as the queen of Rock N' Roll, interested in a woman her same age who was married and has an all-girl Jazz band? Yes, that was you, you were a pretty young woman to be married. Your husband was a sweet man when you met him, he just had problems expressing his feelings, but who didn't have problems sometimes, right? Anyway... How did Joan end up meeting you? Well, you had quite the tour famous, being known even more globally. You caught Joan's attention. When she met you in person and you became best friends—everything was different. Joan's feelings were pure, too pure. It was impossible for her not to fall in love with you, how did everyone not fall in love with you?

Something that was hard for Joan to believe was that your husband was a piece of shit—or at least she always thought. He was a cold and disengaged man, he only fulfilled his role as a husband... Giving you a hug and telling you that he loved you when he didn't even say it with feeling. Do you know how angry Joan was? She was envious of that man who didn't know how to take advantage of you. You were the most patient, mature and sweet woman this world could have created. Joan wanted you for herself, if your husband wouldn't love you, she would.

Lately, you and Joan have been hanging out a lot more—going to coffee shops, stores, restaurants, etc. She just wanted to see a smile on your pretty face. Which wasn't difficult, you were a smiling girl. One day, you went straight into Joan's arms—it was a hug, of course. You were drunk, your husband who had broken your heart... Again. Joan comforted you, one thing led to another, and it ended in a night of passionate kisses and pent-up lust. It was incredible.

Today you woke up to the sunlight coming out of the windows, you just moved a little and felt a very familiar hand grab your hip—it was Joan. You two were naked, in a bed. And your husband? And what had happened to your sexual orientation? You were in trouble, weren't you?

—"Calm down... Just... Talk to me."