A Misfit Should Be...
Chapter Two: Starlight Mansion
“Jerrica?”
Jerrica Benton, co-owner of Starlight Music and
the
Starlight Foundation with her sister Kimber glanced up from her desk,
which
was, as usual, steeped high in paperwork. Jerrica was the elder of the
Benton
girls, and the most responsible, whilst
Kimber was something of a flake when it came to
organisation,
though when it came to musical creation and composition her work was
something
close to genius. They had inherited Starlight Music, the recording
company
which promoted Jem and the
Holograms, and the Starlight Foundation upon the
death
of their father, Emmet, almost two years earlier. The Starlight
Foundation, begun by their mother Jacqui to take in foster girls was
something which both
Jerrica and Kimber took seriously,
and the Music Company generally supported it's
needs. However, despite the elder girl's business capabilities, the
memory of their
father was still strong in their hearts, and both girls missed him
badly.
It had not been easy for Jerrica to assume
complete control and the role of mother to not only Kimber but to the
foster girls, known as ‘Starlight Girls’, but she had done it, and she
was proud of how things had worked out. She had dated her high school
boyfriend and childhood love, a young man by the name of Rio Pacheco
for some time now, but things had become all the more complicated for
her since she had begun Jem and the
Holograms. Jerrica herself was the mysterious ‘Jem’, her appearance
changed
by the wonderful holographic powers of Synergy, a computer designed and
built
by their father before his death. Rio had been attracted to Jem from
the
start and sometimes Jerrica despaired of her love triangle, but she had
never
been able to find the courage to tell Rio the truth about her identity,
fearing
his reaction. It had not helped her to have the unwanted affections of
Riot
added into the whole muddle. Life, she mused, for a music sensation was
not
easy.
She smiled at her visitor. Shana Elmsford, like
Aja,
had been one of the first Starlight girls and the three had been great
friends
from the age of twelve. It had seemed perfectly natural when forming a
band
that it should be Shana, Aja and Kimber that she selected for her
backup
musicians, and later they had added Carmen ‘Raya’ Alonso, a
percussionist with a special flair all of her own, to their numbers.
Only the Holograms themselves knew that Jem and Jerrica were the same
person, and that Synergy was hidden in a secret room of the mansion,
behind a false wall.
“What’s up, Shana?” Jerrica asked now, setting
her pen down. “Something wrong?”
“Not really.” Shana shook her head. “I just
wanted you to take a peek at what Régine and I have been working
on for the
next concert. I’m pretty pleased with them, but the Jem outfit is a
bit…different,
and I want your approval before we go any further.” Shana was a keen
fashion
designer, designing all the clothing for the band’s performances, and
recently
she had taken under her wing a young designer from Martinique,
Régine
Césare, who had been introduced to them by an old friend, the
Countess
Du Voisin.
“Okay, I’ll come look.” Jerrica grinned. “I
could do
with a break, anyhow. One thing I don’t like about being in charge of
so
much is the paperwork. Laura’s welfare officer comes to see her
tomorrow about
moving on from Starlight Mansion and I’m not sure that Laura wants to
go…it’s
all very complicated and I’d rather push it aside for a moment.” She
stood,
then paused. “Do you think I should check out the dresses as Jem or as
Jerrica?”
“Jem.” Shana dimpled. “Régine would be
most confused if Jerrica suddenly appeared to critique something she
isn’t going to be wearing.”
“True.” Jerrica laughed. “Okay. Hey, is Aja back
yet?
Maybe she can give us some input.”
“Still out with Craig.” Shana responded. “I
suppose they’re getting in as much time as they can whilst he’s in the
States. Raya’s
teaching Marianne and Terri to play some game, and Kimber’s shut
herself
in her room – I think she has a song coming on.”
“I hope so.” Jerrica responded. “We need
something brand new to spark the new album publicity campaign.” She
groaned. “What a
life!”
Carefully she touched her earrings, remote micro-projection units for
Synergy’s
holographic beams.
“Showtime, Synergy.” She murmured, and all at
once her appearance blurred into that of Jem, right down to her outfit
and hairstyle.
“Right, I’m ready.” She said. “Let’s go.”
“Jem!” Régine met the two girls at the
bottom of the staircase. “Will you come see what Shana and I have for
you?”
Smiling at the young designer’s enthusiasm, Jem
nodded.
“Sure will.” She responded. “I’m excited to see
them,
Régine.”
“I am excited for you to see them, too.”
Régine admitted. “I think they are the best yet – Shana is so
helpful to me!”
She led the way into the little studio
designated for
Shana’s work, and gestured at the neatly hung outfits, a look of pride
on
her face.
“Voila.” She announced. “Vos vêtements.”
“Oh-h-h, Régine…” Jem reached out for the
nearest
gown, her expression impressed. “They’re so pretty…I’m almost afraid to
touch
them in case I spoil them! They’re gorgeous!”
“Aren’t they?” Shana agreed. “Most of it is
Régine’s designing and making, I just added bits here and there.
Too busy with the girls’ school clothes to worry about more concert
gowns, I’m afraid.” She added sheepishly.
“Well, with two such talented designers Jem and
the
Holograms can’t lose.” Jem hugged both girls tightly. “They’re
fabulous, both
of you, and I know we’re going to look…well, to quote Kimber, truly
outrageous
at this concert.”
“I am so glad you like them.” Régine
beamed. “I will be so proud when Jem and the Holograms wear my own
clothes once again!”
“Jerrica!”
At that moment, Aja’s voice echoed through the
house and Jem and Shana exchanged looks. “Jerrica, where are you? We
have a guest!”
“I’ll go and fish Jerrica out from her room for
Aja.”
Jem said with a wry smile. “Thanks again, Régine. You’re a star.
And
you, Shana…but then you already know you’re one.”
With that she slipped out of the room, telling
Synergy to dispel her holographic image and return her to her Jerrica
form. Then she
made her way down the corridor to the front entrance, stopping dead
when
she saw who was with Aja.
“Stormer!” she exclaimed. “What are you
doing here?”
“Stormer?”
Kimber appeared at the top of the stairs, having been jolted out of her
haze
of music by the commotion. “Oh, outrageous! I didn’t expect to see you
here.”
“Well, Aja…Aja kinda said I might be able to
stay here
for a night or two.” Stormer blushed, her shyness returning to her
before
Kimber’s capable elder sister. She had always been a bit timid of
Jerrica.
“The Misfits had a blow-up, I…don’t really know what’s going to happen
but
I don’t think I’m going to be welcome at the Gabor Mansion for a
while.”
She explained briefly what had happened. “Would it be too much trouble?”
“Of course you can stay!” Kimber exclaimed.
“You’re better off without those Misfits, anyway. Jerrica, you don’t
mind, do you?”
“No, I don’t mind.” Jerrica shook her head.
“Stormer, you know you’re welcome here, so long as the other Misfits
aren’t with you.
If nothing else you’re Kimber’s friend and the sister of Aja’s
boyfriend, it’s only fair we’re hospitable to you.”
“Thank you.” Stormer looked relieved. “You’re
very kind.”
“Where’s Jetta staying tonight?” Kimber demanded
as
she led her friend upstairs. “You think she went back to the Gabor
place?”
“I doubt it.” Stormer shook her head. “I…I am
worried, Kimber. I don’t want the band to break up this way.”
“You really like being a Misfit, don’t you?”
Kimber realised, her expression surprised. Stormer nodded.
“I do, now.” She agreed. “And…and they’re not so
bad.
Really. You just need to get to know them.”
“I don’t think I want to.” Kimber pulled a face.
“But you didn’t want to know me before we did
that album together.” Stormer reminded her.
“You’re different. You’re human.” Kimber
retorted. Stormer smiled, despite herself.
“I think they’d surprise you.” She replied.
“Oh?” Kimber put her hands on her hips. “Go on,
then.
Name one good quality that any of your so-called band mates have. I bet
you
can’t.”
Stormer frowned, considering. When it was put to
her
like that, she realised that Kimber was right. It was difficult to name
good
qualities in the other Misfits…but still, she liked them all the same.
And,
in her typical Stormer way she believed those good qualities must be
there
somewhere, only well hidden.
“Jetta has a neat accent.” She offered finally.
“And
Pizzazz’s father pays for a lot of our stuff…and…and Roxy…” she paused.
“Okay,
I give up, you win. But I’m still a Misfit, Kimber. I can’t explain
why,
I just am.”
“Unless Pizzazz and Jetta don’t make up their
spat.” Kimber reminded her, pushing open the door of one of the
Mansion’s many spare
rooms. “Here, I guess this’ll do you for a night or two, huh?”
“Yeah, it’ll do great.” Stormer smiled. “I don’t
know
what I’d do without you, Kimber. Though I dread to think what Pizzazz
would
say if she knew that I was staying at Starlight Mansion…”
“I think you’re afraid of her.” Kimber observed,
shutting
the door behind her. Stormer sighed.
“She scares me sometimes.” She admitted. “I
guess…I guess they all do. They don’t see the world the same as I do,
and it can be
hard to deal with.”
“They’re warped, you mean.” Kimber smirked. “You
really
are better off without those creeps, Stormer. Hey, maybe we could cut
another
record together, what do you think? The Holograms have a concert
tomorrow
night, maybe we…”
“I’d rather not…not just yet.” Stormer shook her
head.
“I’m sorry, Kim, but I’m tired out…and not in any frame of mind to put
pen
to paper. I just want to crash.”
“Okay.” Kimber shrugged, offering her friend a
grin. “But if you change your mind, lemme know. It’s a while since we
got together – I kinda miss the sound we made. We were a total hit!.”
“It was a lot of fun, and I learnt a whole lot.”
Stormer
nodded her head. “Mostly that the Holograms aren’t quite the evil
creatures
Pizzazz has convinced herself you guys are.” She sighed. “More than
ever
I wish the truce at BaNee's farewell had held and that all this rivalry
would
end. Craig’s seeing Aja – that’s another problem for me, too. Pizzazz
threw
a fit when she found out.”
“It has nothing to do with Pizzazz.” Kimber
responded. “That girl needs to butt her nose out of everyone else’s
business!”
Stormer just shrugged.
“I think she likes to feel like she’s in
charge.” She
said slowly. “That’s all.” She sighed. “I hope things are going to be
okay,
Kimber. We’ve all of us had a spell of being anti-Misfit before
now…only
Jetta hasn’t ever walked out on it before. Oh, but this is different.
When
she loses her temper, well…I have a horrible feeling she won’t come
back.”
“Do you need her?” Kimber demanded. Stormer
looked troubled.
“It’s more a case of whether or not she needs
us.” She replied.
***********
“Where do you reckon Stormer and Jetta got to?”
Roxy lounged on her deckchair beside the big
pool that
the Gabor mansion boasted, touching up the beginnings of a tan and idly
running
her fingers through her platinum hair as she did so. Work had never
been
Roxy’s style – hence her departure from school without a diploma – and
she
would much rather have taken the fame without the work it involved.
Time
spent by the pool was time well spent, in her opinion, especially if
there
was food on hand. Somehow, though, this time it felt different,
almost…almost
strange.
Probably because Jetta hadn’t come up behind her
and
undone the catch of the seat to make her plunge into the pool that day,
she
mused. She had never liked Jetta. From the start she had decided the
girl
was trouble and the British girl had taken her rival’s opinion on
board,
using it to her advantage. Neither Roxy nor Jetta were above being
childish,
and petty rows had often followed one of the saxophonist’s barbed
comments.
Jetta had delighted in the discomfort Roxy had felt when it had become
apparent
that she was unable to read, and this had just compounded the blond’s
opinion
of her band mate.
The Misfits did not, and never had needed Jetta.
Stormer, however…that was different. Though she
had
spent her life decidedly not liking anyone unless it held some kind of
advantage,
Roxy could not help being slightly fond of the youngest of the Phillips
family.
After all, she had to acknowledge that it was largely thanks to Stormer
that
Roxy was a Misfit at all, and not still surviving on the California
streets
in the best way she knew how. Dwelling on things was not in Roxy's
line,
but she knew that she couldn't go back to her old way of life now she
had
tasted the good time. And sure, Stormer could be irritating and even soft
on occasion. Squeals about pictures or songs being ‘romantic’ or
unnatural
concern for a bunch of foster brats that were nothing to do with her
made
Stormer an unlikely Misfit, but it felt weird without her.
And though she was not academic, and not
perceptive, even Roxy knew that Stormer was the Misfits,
whatever Pizzazz thought about it. Sure, Pizzazz could sing…but without
Stormer’s melodies there was
little point. She frowned. Did this mean that kids would stop chasing
after
her car, chanting her name when she dropped by the local fashion
boutique,
to see what she could afford on her measly payout?
Of course, she did wreck a lot of stuff, which ate away at her wages.
But
still, Roxy was certain that the money would come. And she knew beyond
a
doubt that being a Misfit, however tedious it could be, was better than
being
Roxanne Pelligrini, the dropout from Philadelphia.
Pizzazz glanced up from the fashion magazine she
was
ritually seething over, sending Roxy an irritated gaze.
“Are they all you can talk about?” she demanded.
“They’ll
be back, Roxy. Stormer’s about as strong-willed as that wimp Jem – she
won’t
stay away for long. As for Jetta…” she snorted. “Who cares?”
Roxy shrugged.
“Not me.” She admitted frankly. “I told ya she’d
be
trouble.”
“Well, nobody crosses a Gabor and gets away with
it.”
Pizzazz replied, scrunching the magazine in her fist as if it were a
piece
of tissue. “Not ever. And noone…noone talks about my father like that,
either.
If that British low-life thinks she’s gonna be able to crawl back in
here
and beg her way into the band then she’d better think again.”
“Thanks for the flowers, Pizzazz.”
The two girls glanced up to see Jetta in the
doorway, and instinctively Roxy checked the catch on the deckchair.
Didn’t do to be
too careless, after all.
“What do you want?” Pizzazz demanded.
Jetta smiled, her smile lacking all it’s usual lazy mischief.
“I came for my stuff.” She said quietly. “If
it’s all
the same to you, love.”
“As if we want it here.” Pizzazz snapped. “Take
it
and get out. You’re not a Misfit any more, Jetta, and don’t think you
can
weasel your way back, either!”
“The thought 'ad not crossed my mind.” Jetta
assured her. She turned on her heel, heading back into the house and up
to the room
which had been hers since she’d joined the band, without so much as a
backwards
glance.
Roxy poked out her tongue at the retreating
figure.
“Good riddance!” She called after the
saxophonist.
Jetta made no reply. She merely collected her
belongings and left, the door swinging shut behind her. Somehow it
seemed so final, Roxy
observed. Then she shrugged. Who needed Jetta, anyhow? She didn’t even
have
a work permit – who needed that kind of a liability?
For her part, Jetta was determined that she
would not
back down. If it cost her her place in the band, well, so be it. She’d
had
enough of the sniping and backbiting life of a Misfit, anyway. She’d
joined
the band to make a name for herself, not to spend her life chasing
after
whatever Jem and the Holograms were doing in order to wreck it. Not
that
the pranks they had pulled hadn’t appealed to the wicked side of her
nature,
a side of her which had often ruled her actions in the past. But it had
occurred
to her more than once that Pizzazz’ obsession with Jem was holding back
the
potential of the band. And of all of them, besides the composing
Stormer,
it was Jetta who had the real musical gift.
“I’m not a nobody any more, anyhow. Not Sheila
Burns from the council flats on another school suspension.” She mused
as she headed
out to her car, dumping her stuff in the back. “I’m Jetta, and people
know
my name and my face. I’m sure I can get a good deal somewhere playing
sax.
And so what if I have to spend the next few weeks in a hotel? I’ve been
in
worse situations before…at least this time I’ve the dosh to cover it.”
A
slow smile crossed her face as she glanced down at the bag in her hand.
“I
wonder if Pizzazz realises how generous she’s being in paying for my
accommodation.
Such a sweetheart, that girl.”
Laughing, she slipped into the front seat,
turning the key in the ignition. Wrapped up in her own thoughts she did
not see that
the car had another occupant until she had pulled out of the driveway,
turning
left and heading towards the big hotel on the corner where she had
booked
a room a half-hour previously.
In fact, it wasn’t until she saw his reflection
in
the mirror that she let out a shriek of surprise and fright, almost
swerving
off the road completely and narrowly missing a post box, a girl on a
bike
and a slow-moving party of nuns in the process.
Finally she jammed her foot onto the brake,
screeching to a stop. She wheeled around, turning on her stowaway.
“Jeremy!” she exclaimed. “What in hell are you
doing here?”
Chapter One: The
Fight
Chapter Three: Jeremy
Chapter Four: The Reward
Chapter Five: Where Is
Dierdra?
Chapter Six: At The Concert
Chapter Seven:
Stormer...and Jetta
Chapter Eight: Kimber's Plan
Chapter Nine: Jetta Of The
Misfits
Chapter Ten: Conclusion
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem
characters are copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. All characters who do not
appear in Jem episodes
are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)