Part One: Fresh Blood.
Chapter Eleven: Only The Beginning
“Well, least it didn’t rain.” Pizzazz adjusted her sash in the
mirror of
the little cabin Eric had had set up as a dressing room, examining her
reflection
with satisfaction. “Not that it matters. Did you hear those freaks
tuning
up? I heard better sounds at a zoo!”
“They did sound cracked.” Roxy smirked, running a brush through her
long
hair. “We’re gonna knock ‘em dead, girls.” She glanced at Stormer.
“Stormer,
you done with tuning my guitar yet?”
“Almost.” Stormer twisted the knob of the E string once more, then
tested
it against the sound of her synth. “There. It’s done.”
“Neat.” Roxy took the instrument, slipping it’s strap over her shoulder
and
playing the first few bars of ‘Outta My Way’. Stormer frowned. She only
hoped
they wouldn’t have to play more than one number. Though she had
completed
her second Misfit song three days earlier, it had taken a lot of work
to
convince Roxy and Pizzazz to take the time to try it out, and as a
result
it was still very sketchy around the edges. It didn’t help matters
either
that Roxy refused to learn how to read music, and so had to be
instructed
in each individual chord. Stormer was determined that before she gave
them
the next song, Roxy was going to learn to recognise notes on a sheet of
manuscript.
It had almost driven her mad.
Jerrica had not put in an appearance during the publicity blitz half an
hour
earlier, when Eric had paraded his charges before the press. Many of
the
reporters were staying to hear the show, and there was a rumour buzzing
that
a movie producer, one Howard Sands, was also in the crowd. That had
immediately
perked up Pizzazz’s interest in the contest. Stormer suspected very
much
that Pizzazz wouldn’t mind a shot at a movie deal.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened to reveal Eric, dressed in
his
smartest suit.
“You girls ready to go on?” he asked, letting his gaze go over all
three
and realising in relief that they were indeed ready. “You’re billed to
go
first, start off the show, and then when you win you can play again at
the
end to wake everyone up.” He paused. “You do have a second song?”
“We do.” Pizzazz shrugged. “But we’ll play whichever one we feel like
playing,
Eric.”
“Well, just play something and play it well.” Eric snapped. “Come
on…I’m about
to announce you. Pizzazz, leave your belt alone! It looks fine – you
all
look stunning.”
Pizzazz tossed her head, but grabbed her guitar, leading the way
out
of the cabin towards the stage.
“Come on, girls, lets rock!” she called.
“Hey, I’m meant to announce you first!” Eric called in vain, but it was
too
late. Pizzazz had heard the roar of the crowd and she was gone.
The contest passed as smoothly as Eric could have hoped. The competing
bands:
The Leatherettes, the Limp Lizards and the Space Cadets – could not
hope
to compete with the dynamic rhythms and dramatic performance given by
the
Misfits, and the crowd loved them. As he stood up at the end to
announce
the winners, he felt some of his anxieties begin to leave him.
Perhaps Jerrica had gotten the message, after all.
Perhaps Starlight Music really was his.
“Let’s hear it for the Limp Lizards!” he exclaimed, indicating the last
band
to play. There was a feeble round of applause and a lot of heckling
from
the crowd.
“What about the Leatherettes?”
The crowd seemed equally non-committal.
“How about the Space Cadets?”
This time there was general apathy, and Eric allowed himself a slight
smile
as the Misfits came to the front of the stage.
“Our turn, girls. We got it made.” Pizzazz murmured, loving every
moment of
the crowd’s adoration.
“Then let’s hear it for the Misfits!” Eric cried. Applause and shouts
of
approval followed.
“Then the winners of the first annual Starlight Battle of the Bands
are…”
“But he never got to finish his sentence.
From across the park, strains of a melody had begun to play, smooth and
pure,
and over it all was a voice none of them had ever heard before, belting
out
a challenge to Eric’s superiority.
Eric and the Misfits merely stared, unable to believe their eyes as the
band,
led by their vocalist, a tall girl with a determined look in her eye
and
an immediate stage presence drew the crowd across the park. It was
clear
for all to see that these interlopers were a hit, and as they finished
their
song Eric snapped to his senses, marching across to where the singer
was
introducing herself as ‘Jem’ and her backing musicians as the
‘Holograms’.
His anxieties grew when he recognised Jerrica’s sister Kimber on
keyboard.
“You can’t play here!” he protested. “This is by invitation only!”
“She invited us.” The mysterious Jem pointed across the grass to the
other
stage, and Eric turned to see Jerrica standing, watching him. His brow
creased.
He had underestimated his foe. Not only had Jerrica taken him and his
band
totally by surprise, she had also managed to upstage them, and that
wasn’t
something he liked to admit.
“Oh she did, did she?” he muttered under his breath, storming over
towards
the place he had seen the blond girl last.
The Misfits exchanged looks, and Pizzazz let out a cry of rage.
“Who do they think they are, wrecking our show?” she demanded. “Wait
till
I get my hands on that Eric…”
“That Benton girl is behind it. I saw her.” Roxy pulled a face. “Boy,
would
I like to trash her and her goody two shoes band.”
“Hang on, what’s all this?” Pizzazz held up her hand, turning to see
Eric
and Jerrica having some kind of dispute…Eric had levelled a challenge.
Six
months to make Jem more popular than the Misfits, or Starlight Music
was
his for always. The singer smirked. Like that Jerrica wimp stood a
chance
against them and their already rolling publicity machine. A stranger
with
sunglasses had interrupted them and was talking about some kind of
competition…the
words movie and contract appeared in the conversation and Pizzazz’s
eyes
narrowed.
“We’re gonna win that contest.” She muttered.
Stormer glanced at her companion, and her heart sank.
Somehow, she just knew that there was going to be trouble.
And somehow, she knew that this was only the beginning...
Chapter One: Mary Phillips
Chapter Two: Enter Roxy
Chapter Three: Developments
Chapter Four: Birth Of A Star
Chapter Five: Eric Raymond
Chapter Six: Outta My Way!
Chapter Seven: London
Chapter Eight: Shawn Harrison
Chapter Nine: The Tinkerbillys
Chapter Ten: Jerrica