A Model's Tale
Chapter Two: On Set
"This is gonna be a blast." Kimber Benton, the Holograms' chief
lyricist and keyboardist sat back in her chair in the big dressing room
turned over to the band for the duration of filming, letting out a
contended sigh. "And
your fashions are outrageous, Shana...people are gonna love them!"
"I hope they match up to the other designers." Shana Elmsford, the
group's
bass guitarist frowned. "I'm not used to the commercial scene and I
haven't
had much experience. Even with Regine's help, it's still a daunting
prospect."
"Ah, come off it, Shana!" Kimber protested. "You won a rock fashion
award,
made a fashion book, and worked for Liz Stratton! Not to mention all
the
clothes you've done for us!"
"Liz Stratton was hardly a plus. I quit." Shana frowned. "The woman's
ego
was impossible. And it's been a while since that award - two years or
more.
I dunno, Kimber. I still have butterflies."
"Seems they've gotten complete morons to model them, too." Aja Leith,
the
group's lead guitarist observed from where she was touching up her
make-up.
"I spoke to a couple of those so called big-name models, Lilianne
Courtes
and Chantal Blake. Big names, sure, but Lilianne is all looks and no
brains...while
Chantal is all ego. As if we needed more ego on set, with Pizzazz and
the
other Misfits here!" The Misfits were Jem and the Holograms' bitterest
rivals.
"We can handle the Misfits." Kimber shrugged. "And the models too, if
need
be. Relax, both of you! It's gonna be a breeze!"
"Where are Jerrica and Raya?" Shana glanced around her. Raya was the
group's
percussionist and Jerrica Benton, Kimber's sister was the band's
manager,
though few knew that Jerrica was also secretly the band's lead singer
Jem.
"Went to see to technical stuff. I dunno." Kimber replied with a
careless shrug. "They'll call for us when they want us, I..."
She paused as there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Aja called.
The door swung open.
"Would I 'ave the fortune of being in the dressing room of the lovely
Holograms?"
The voice was familiar and Kimber shot to her feet with a loud shriek
of
joy, flinging herself on the newcomer.
"Shawn! Oh Shawn, what are you doing here?" She demanded. Shawn
Harrison, leader of a band in his own right , as well as being a
dabbler in the acting profession, and of British birth laughed,
returning the hug. Though they had
struggled to get it together in the past, these days their relationship
constituted
a long-distance romance.
"Me and the boys are playin'. I wanted to surprise you." he said now.
"Well, you succeeded! Oh, this is outrageous, I can't believe it!"
Kimber
exclaimed. "It seems so long since we last saw each other!"
"Too long, love." Shawn told her. "But we'll be in this area a while
yet,
so don't worry. We'll 'ave plenty of time to catch up."
"Great." Kimber grinned. "This is gonna be twice as much fun with you
here!"
"Glad you think so, Kimber!" Shawn laughed. "C'mon, come walk round the
set
with me, will you?"
"Sure." Kimber nodded. She turned to her companions. "See you guys
later!"
And with that, she was gone. Aja and Shana exclaimed looks.
"That's our Kimber." Aja said dryly. Shana nodded.
"It's nice for her, though." She said. "She and Shawn have been apart
for
a fair while."
"Yeah. Their relationship is like Craig and mine - quality and not
quantity."
Aja agreed, naming her long-distance boyfriend Craig Phillips, who
these
days lived in London. "Only I'm not sure Kimber's quite mastered the
patience
aspect yet."
"You know Kimber. She wants everything right now." Shana shrugged. "I
think
I'll head out onto the set too, actually. Regine won't be here till
later
today, but I ought to take a peek at the setup anyway. See you later?"
"Okay. I'm gonna sit and be mundane. Paint my nails." Aja grinned.
"Just
don't let yourself get too wound up, okay? Kimber's right, your
fashions are
the best. Noone's going to outclass you so don't let anyone tell you
otherwise."
"Thanks, Aja." Shana dimpled. "Bye!"
Across the set, Saffron was just making her entrance, pausing in the
doorway
to survey the chaotic set. Though her career was taking off and she was
one
of the hottest new names in modelling, she never failed to feel
apprehensive
when it came to a big deal performance like this one.
"A reputation is easier to break than to make." She mused as she made
her
way slowly towards the main stage. "This has to be perfect. No matter
how
much I miss the girls this week, I have to be a pro."
"Saffron, darling, so glad you could make it!" Chantal
descended upon
her, her tone sugary and false, and her expression one of disdain.
"Nice
of you to join us at all, in fact."
"I had business to attend to and I got a bit behind on time, that's
all."
Saffron shrugged, her tone level. Noone in the profession knew about
her
children, for she was afraid of allowing them too much in the public
eye
so young.
Chantal snorted.
"Well, I suppose not all professional models can be
professional." she said finally. "No doubt you'll pick it up...eventually."
And with that she had gone, leaving her colleague seething.
She turned her back on the retreating figure, almost walking straight
into
the exploring Shana as she did so.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "I didn't see you!"
"I'm just as clumsy." Shana smiled. "I'm afraid I was dreaming a
little."
"You're Shana Elmsford!" Saffron realised. "One of the designers!"
"Yes, though it's the first time I've been recognised for being
anything other
than a Hologram." Shana replied with a grin. "Can I ask your name?"
"I'm known as Saffron in this business." Saffron dimpled. "I'm much
looking
forward to working with you - your designs are terrific."
"Saffron! Of course, I knew I knew your face!" Shana exclaimed. "You're
a
model...and a big deal from all I've read. I had no idea you'd be
modelling my designs, now I'm more nervous than ever!"
"Don't be. I'm not the star, I'm just the clothes horse." Saffron
looked amused.
"It pays the bills, but I'm no big celebrity. I don't sing or act or
dance,
I just strut up and down. You have the talent."
Shana blushed.
"I'm sure there's more to modelling than that, but I appreciate the
compliment."
she said. "This is the first time I ever tried to promote my fashions
independantly
from the band so I'm a bit nervous...afraid I'll be shown up."
"I think you and your group have a lot of flair. I was so impressed
when
I learnt you did the outfits and not some outside designer." Saffron
replied.
"I'm clumsy as heck with a needle and thread, so I've any amount of
admiration
for people who can create."
"It's a relief to meet you, actually, and find out that you're a normal
human
being." Shana admitted. "Aja put the frighteners on me some by
describing some of the other models..."
"Let me guess, Lilianne and Chantal." Saffron grinned. "They can be a
trial
but you can get round them. It's all a matter of hitting them both
where
they live, that's all. Generally their appearances."
"I'll try and remember that." Shana nodded. "Hey, wanna go get a
coffee? Everything's
kinda slow round here at the moment while everyone arrives and all of
that."
"Sure. Well, a drink anyway." Saffron agreed. "I don't drink
coffee...this line of work is pressure enough, I don't need anything
else to wind me up
further! But I reacted badly to it when I was pregnant, so I gave it up
and
never went back to it."
"You have kids?" Shana looked surprised. "With your figure, I'd never
have
guessed!"
"I exercised and I eat healthy food." Saffron grimaced. "Listen, Shana,
I
oughtn't have mentioned that, I wasn't thinking. I don't talk about my
girls
in professional circles, I don't want the press poking their nose in
and
wrecking their lives. To them I'm just Mommy who happens to be a model,
and
I want it to stay that way. This is my career and it puts food on the
table,
but too much emphasis is put on appearances these days and I want
Cerise
and Kat to grow up as well-balanced people. I don't want them obsessing
about
how they look."
"I see. That makes sense." Shana smiled. "Sounds to me like they're
lucky
to have a mother with a sane head on her shoulders. Don't worry, I
won't
say anything. How old are they?"
"Almost six." Saffron replied. "They're twins. They're with their aunt
at
the moment - with the long hours here I figured it was the best plan,
but
I'm gonna miss them."
"You're no way old enough for six year old kids!" Shana's eyes opened
wide.
"I got married and divorced too young. I'm twenty-five now." Saffron
replied.
"Take it from me, Shana. There are some things in life that you should
never
rush." She shrugged philosophically. "I'm lucky that, in the end,
things
worked out pretty well for me."
Shana did not reply, but she cast her companion a thoughtful look.
Saffron
was perfectly dressed and impeccably groomed, the picture of a
professional
in her field.
"But her feet are right on the ground and that's where they should be."
she
decided. "I like her...I hope we can work together more if this fashion
thing
takes off. A sane mind in this crazy business is something that's
getting
harder and harder to find!"
At the far side of the studio, Giselle Dvorak, or 'Danse', the chief
dancer
for Jem and the Holograms' act had made her appearance, a thoughtful
look
on her face as she crossed the floor towards the Holograms' dressing
room.
Aja cast her a grin as she pushed open the door, coming to take a seat.
"Hi." She said. "I thought you guys weren't coming in for a couple of
days."
"I know. We're not." Danse returned the grin. "Wow, it smells of polish
in
here! Can I open a window?"
"Yes." Aja nodded. "Sorry. Kinda got up late, I'm running a bit behind.
What's
got you in here so early?"
"I kinda wanted to talk to Jem. She not about?" Danse moved across to
push
open a window, taking a seat. Aja shrugged.
"She's somewhere, but I couldn't tell you where. She's busy as anything
today
and she and Raya shot off to organise something." she replied. "Why?"
"Well, it's to do with the dancers for your set." Danse replied. "See,
I
have a friend who's kinda been down on her luck lately. We went to
dance school
together and she's one heck of a dancer, but she's not had a good time
of
it all told, and I was basically wondering if it would be okay to bring
her
along."
"I don't see why Jem would mind." Aja responded. "Why all the caution?"
"Well...Eboni's never been much of a conformer." Danse sighed. "You
gotta
understand, Aja, that she's had a pretty bad run of things. She didn't
have
a very affectionate family, and her marriage has gone down the tubes
for
one reason or another. She's down on money and up to her ears in
debt...we go back a long way and I hoped maybe this could put her back
on the right track. Do you think it'd be okay?"
"I reckon so." Aja nodded. "But if you've any doubts, ask Jem
yourself." She
indicated the doorway. "Here she is."
"Ask me what?" Jem lounged against the doorpost, looking expectant.
Carefully Danse explained. Jem exchanged looks with Aja, then,
"I know what it's like to be down on your luck financially." She said.
"Sure,
Danse, bring her. If she's a good dancer she'll fit right in, don't
worry."
Danse dimpled.
"Good." She responded. "Thanks, Jem. I'll go tell her right away!"
Chapter One: Meredith
Chapter Two: On Set
Chapter Three: The Misfits
Chapter Four: Old Rivals
Chapter Five: Kimber
Chapter Six: Saffron's Story
Chapter Seven: Enter The Dancers
Chapter Eight: Blast From The Past
Chapter Nine: Kimber and Eboni
Chapter Ten: Visit From The Backers
Chapter Eleven: Chimera's Secret
Chapter Twelve: Danse Takes A Hand
Chapter Thirteen: Decisions
Chapter Fourteen: Saffron's Advice
Chapter Fifteen: Closure
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem characters are copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. Eboni, Saffron, Chimera, Sakura and all other characters who do not appear in Jem episodes are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)