Cherie, regarding being locked up in Scotland Yard. Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
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"I woke up in the middle of the night. Joan was screaming. I flicked on the lights and she was sitting up in bed gasping for air. She had a look on her face that I saw her get every so often — like she wanted to cry, but she was too tough to do it. So she’d get angry instead."
— Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
"[Regarding being locked up in Scotland Yard] Sometime in the early morning hours, I was lying in the bunk listening to Joan and Sandy softly breathing. The cops had left the lights on, so Joan and Sandy had to sleep with their jackets over their faces. God, I wished I could sleep. Instead, I felt more drained, more fearful, as each second ticked by. I thought I could hear mice in the walls, scrit-scratching against the exposed brick. Every time I started to fall asleep, some cry, or bang, or clang would echo throughout the building and I’d jerk awake, paralyzed by fear and paranoia."
— Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
"A band is a family — in the case of the Runaways, a highly dysfunctional family — but a family just the same."
— Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
“Giving Sandy West a piggyback ride between takes on a Japanese television show. Sometimes we would just let down our hair and horse around onstage.”
Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
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Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
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"Sandy was the muscle of the group; she was the rock, strong and passionate, always smiling and joking. Sandy got along with everyone and was never afraid to show her emotions. She could be tough, like the time she threw me over a car to stop my arguing with Kim, but then she’d always feel terrible after getting in your face. She was no-nonsense, with a heart of gold, and if you couldn’t deal with that, then you couldn’t deal with Sandy."
— Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.
"I looked over at Joan. She caught my eye and smiled at me. It was one of those special smiles that she would give me from time to time, like there was some secret between us. Some unspoken understanding. I smiled back at her, and she looked away, leaving me feeling a little light-headed."
— Cherie, Neon Angel: A Memoir of A Runaway by Cherie Currie.