Chapter Fourteen: Doing London
"I don't know what's with 'er today. First she's all chirpy an
'appy, then
she's bein' a spoiled brat an' tryin' to control everyone again." Jetta
tossed
her dirty clothing down into her case, towelling dry her long black
hair
with a frustrated sigh. "C'mon, Stormer. You 'ave the answer to
everythin'
psychological. What's the deal with 'er? English food don't suit 'er or
somethin'?"
Stormer, who had come to reclaim her hairbrush sat down on the bed, a
thoughtful
look on her face. Misfit heart to hearts were not common occurances,
and,
as she had said to Laura, they were hard to break down, but these days
she
had more or less gained both Jetta and Roxy's full trust, and as much
of
Pizzazz's as she was ever likely to get. Of all of them it was Pizzazz
who
was most wary of trusting anyone - Stormer knew this was a throwback to
when
Mrs Gabor had walked out on her family when Pizzazz had been a child -
and
her intimidating character meant that the synth player was often not
brave
enough to push things any further.
Jetta, however, since their heart to heart some months ago regarding
the
fiasco at Wissex had begun to use Stormer more and more to air her
grievances
to...she was sharp enough to see that it was Stormer's sensitivity that
kept
the band functioning and together, and though she did not wholly
understand
how to transmit that kind of emotion herself, she knew that the synth
player
had a better understanding of any of them than they could hope to have
of
each other. It was that strange understanding which had kept Stormer
with
the band, though other opportunities had come her way, and these days
she
was grateful for it. Roxy had become like a surrogate sister, despite
the
bass player's tough front, and if it hadn't been for that closeness to
Roxy,
Stormer was sure that she and Jetta would have developed a relationship
on
an equal wavelength.
But Jetta had always held back just that little bit. Friends they were
most
of the time, but sisters...that was another step entirely.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Pizzazz doesn't like Laura?" The
synth
player said now. Jetta paused, sending Stormer a confused glance.
"Why would she care? Tisn't like I want Laura to join the Misfits or
anythin',
it was jus' cool to see her."
"I know that, and you know that. But maybe Pizzazz doesn't see it that
way."
Stormer shrugged.
Jetta sat down on her bed.
"Okay. Explain. 'Ow does Pizzazz see it?" She asked.
"Well, it might be a long shot, but you and she have always gotten on
pretty
well, haven't you? She lets you speak to her pretty much as an
equal...I'd
go so far as to say she respects you. And then Laura appears..."
"Wait a minute." Jetta was nothing if not bright. "You tellin' me she's
jealous?"
"Could be." Stormer nodded.
"Pizzazz?"
"Yep. Think about it. You have Laura...but who does Pizzazz have
outside this
band?"
"Her father."
"I mean, to hang out with and all that."
"She doesn't, I guess." Jetta looked thoughtful. "But...Stormer,
Pizzazz ain't
into friendships. And nor am I...Laura's an exception, you know that,
we
kinda grew up together, but I ain't in this business to make
friends...what you're sayin' is that Pizzazz considers me 'er friend
and doesn't want anyone
else interferin'. Isn't it?"
"That's what I'm saying." Stormer nodded. "I think you both have to
reassess
your opinions of friendship. You see, Jetta, we are friends. All of
us."
She winked. "Now, if you're done with my hairbrush..."
"These days, you talk way too much." Jetta told her. "It was much
simpler when you were meek an' quiet and didn't get involved in stuff."
"You asked my opinion." Stormer shrugged.
"You never used to 'ave an opinion." Jetta sighed. "Oh, I don't know,
Stormer.
You've got me confused now. Pizzazz an' I are friends? Is that your
final
psychiatric evaluation?"
"Yep." Stormer nodded. "You and she are friends, you and I are friends,
Roxy
and I are friends...take today, for example. You and Pizzazz teamed up
against
Roxy...she had a go at me for not backing her up. That's how it usually
is.
Roxy doesn't like me being friendly with you any more than Pizzazz
likes
you being friendly with Laura...it's the same situation."
"You still talk to me, though." Jetta pointed out.
"Of course. Why shouldn't I? Roxy doesn't own me any more than Pizzazz
owns
you. Thing is, I think Roxy knows that I won't abandon her if she needs
me...I
don't know if Pizzazz knows the same about you."
"Okay, that's enough psychobabble for one night. I only asked a simple
question!"
Jetta put up her hands. "Enough of the deep stuff, Stormer, please!"
Stormer laughed.
"Okay, I'm done." She relented. "I only came for my hairbrush anyway."
"Here. Take it and for God's sake go!" Jetta exclaimed. "You're givin'
me
an 'eadache with all this sensitive rubbish!"
"Whatever you say." Stormer grinned, scooping up the brush. "See you at
dinner,
Jetta."
"If my brain 'asn't exploded first." Jetta muttered, watching her go.
"Pizzazz
and me are friends? She's talkin' nonsense...we don't do friends!
She
must've got 'er wires crossed...mustn't she?"
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"Are you sure that it's her?"
The tall dark man glared at his companion across the barren steel table
that
stood between them, idly fingering the cuffs of his regulation uniform.
"Positive. Look." The visitor pushed a flier across the table. "Need
any
more proof than that? This Saturday night. It's the biggest deal to hit
the
capital in ages, everywhere you go people are talking about it."
The dark man scowled, clenching his fist and bringing it down hard on
the
tabletop, causing the people around him to turn and stare.
"I don't need it rubbin' in, that she's made a success of herself." he
snapped.
"Listen. She's got to be taken out. I don't care 'ow you do it -
Saturday
night's show is not allowed to go ahead."
"You mean...you want 'er killed?" The visitor lowered his
voice, his
expression one of surprised. "Look, mate, I know she an' 'er friends
'ave
been trouble for you, but ain't you gettin' carried away? I mean, we're
talking
about Sheila 'ere...she's your..."
"She's nothing to me." His companion interrupted. "Nothing, you got it?
Now,
you just find a way of getting her out of the way so that she's
indisposed
come Saturday night, okay? If she's killed in the process, well, so be
it.
Sometimes there have to be sacrifices. Just don't fail me! And for
'eaven's
sake don't let 'em trace it back to me! My case comes up to review in a
couple
of months from now, an' I just about 'ave the idiots in 'ere
brainwashed
to the fact I was a victim of circumstance when I last crossed their
wires...if
I play me cards right I can avoid them addin' time on for what 'appened
in
the States, maybe even get 'em to drop the charges altogether. I can't
risk
'em gettin' wind of this. I just want 'er dealt with...I just wish I
could
do it meself." His eyes narrowed. "But it doesn't matter. Inside or
outside,
I'll still make the Misfits wish they'd never set foot on English
soil!"
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"So where exactly are we going tonight, Pizzazz?" Jetta asked as she
glanced
out of the car window at the speeding scenery. "Anywhere I might know
or
is it just a wild goose chase we're on?"
"Very funny, smart mouth." Pizzazz snapped. "We're going to find some
life
in this dumb city, okay? There's a little club we played in one
time...I wanna
know if it's still here."
"If it's the place I think you mean, it ain't far from where I used to
live."
Jetta responded, casting her companion an irritated look. "But I dunno
about
life, Pizzazz..."
"Look, quit tryin' to tell me what to do!" Pizzazz interrupted her,
screeching
the car violently into a parking lot and hammering her foot down onto
the
brake. "If you got a problem with my ideas you can always go hang out
with
your friend, can't you?"
"Oh, drop it." Jetta rolled her eyes. "You're bein' a brat and Eric
said
no bad publicity."
"Well, Eric doesn't own the company. I do. You better remember
that."
Pizzazz replied petulantly. She flung open the car door. "Stormer,
Roxy,
you comin'?"
"Uh yeah, sure." Stormer turned to exchange looks with Roxy, then
slipped out of the car, the blond in tow. "Are we playing tonight or
just socialising?"
"Catching the vibe." Pizzazz replied. "That hotel was startin' to get
to
me, and Eric was on our back...so we got a photo shoot tomorrow, so
what?
Doesn't mean we gotta go to bed early like good little holograms." She
turned,
leading the way towards the club entrance.
"Brat, brat, brat." Jetta muttered under her breath, getting out of the
passenger
side and slamming the door with some force, stalking across the carpark
after
the singer. Roxy raised an eyebrow, shooting Stormer a confused look.
Stormer
shrugged.
"Don't ask." she said dryly.
"If something's goin' on I wanna know." Roxy frowned. "Is Pizzazz in a
mood
with Jetta or somethin'? Is she gonna kick her out?"
"Nothing like that." Stormer shook her head. "Just...temper tantrums,
that's
all."
"What's new." Roxy rolled her eyes heavenwards. "Okay. So we ditch them
tonight,
right? And we go find somethin' to eat and some action of our own.
Yeah?"
"Well..."
"C'mon, Stormer, don't wimp out on me." Roxy instructed. "You wanna
spend
the night with those two?"
"No...actually, I don't." Stormer admitted. "Okay. Count me in. But I
don't
have much money on me, Roxy..."
"That's ok. Charge it to Eric or Pizzazz's darlin' daddy." Roxy
grinned. Stormer
shook her head slowly.
"You're impossible." she decided.
"So?" Roxy shrugged. "You gotta take advantage of things, Stormer,
otherwise
you don't get nowhere in this crummy world. You get me?"
"Yeah, I think so." Stormer nodded. "Okay...I think food is over that
way.
Let's go now, before they realise we've split."
"Works for me." Roxy nodded. "C'mon."
"Well? So? What now?" Jetta had soon caught up with her temperamental
bandmate,
putting her hands on her hips. "You gonna sit an' sulk all evenin', or
what?
You ain't no fun in this mood, Pizzazz."
"I told you, you don't have to stick around." Pizzazz retorted. "You
don't
even have to be a Misfit, if there are other things you'd rather be
involved
in."
"Oh, grow up." Jetta snapped. "Threats ain't pretty, Pizzazz, an' I
don't
react well to 'em, so don't bother. You might scare a lot of people
with
'em, but you ain't scaring me."
Pizzazz pulled a face.
"I don't like being talked back to." She snapped.
"Well, sometimes you need it." Jetta folded her arms. "Listen. We got a
big
deal concert on Saturday. Ain't that more important than the fact I got
a
friend 'ere in London? You gonna tell me you ain't never had one friend
in
your life that you trusted in? Not ever?"
"We're Misfits. Why are we even having this conversation?" Pizzazz
demanded.
"Because I'm sick of this attitude." Jetta responded. "I've known Laura
since
we were tiny. If it 'adn't been for 'er I'd most likely be servin' a
jail
term now for a crime I didn't commit...an' I ain't ashamed to say that
she's
me mate. She always 'as been a mate to me."
"Friends are soft, Jetta." Pizzazz's tone was cold.
"Maybe." Jetta paused. "You know, Stormer refers to the band as 'er
friends."
"Stormer's soft as they come." Pizzazz shrugged. "You think I need friends,
Jetta? Well, I don't. Never have. I'm tough and I get through by myself
just
fine. That's how it is."
Jetta stared at her.
"Stormer was right." she breathed. "You really don't have
anyone!"
"What's that wimp been spreadin' about me now?" Anger in her green
eyes,
Pizzazz grabbed Jetta by the shoulders.
"I asked 'er advice. You were buggin' me." Jetta replied, pushing the
other
girl's arms away. "Get your paws off me, will ya? She said you were
jealous
of me 'avin' a friend since you don't got one...except...well...except
me."
Pizzazz snorted.
"And what makes you think she's right? I mean, what makes you think I
give
two hoots about you, Jetta? Any of you? It's business, that's all.
Music."
"Hmm." Jetta paused. Then, "Is it?"
"Isn't it?" Pizzazz looked startled. Jetta shrugged.
"Sure, if that's what you want." She agreed. "I'm goin' to get a drink.
Be
back in a mo."
"No, you wait a minute." Pizzazz grabbed for her again, this time
getting her by the wrist. "I want to know what you meant."
"By what?" Jetta turned a level gaze on her companions. "The Misfits
don't
do friends. You said it yourself."
Pizzazz was silent for a moment. Then she let out a cry of frustration.
"Oh, whatever!" she exclaimed. "Quit talkin' nonsense, will ya? Bein'
in
this country's turned your head goopy."
"Maybe." Jetta nodded. "But seein' Laura again made me think some,
that's
all." She winked. "Who knows? Maybe Stormer is right."
And with that she was gone into the crowd, leaving Pizzazz staring
after
her. So stunned was she by her companion's words that she forgot to be
angry
at Stormer. Instead she found herself turning the conversation over in
her
mind. And, as she did so, she realised that there was an element of
truth
in it. Jetta meant more to her than just a business associate - she was
a
friend. True, a strange kind of friend, but she hadn't liked Laura
encroaching
on the group earlier that day. Her world had always been insecure, and
she
had a deep, subconscious fear of being abandoned in the same way as
when
her mother had left. Usually she used her intimidating and fearsome
temperament
to keep people in line, but that had never worked with Jetta. She
sighed,
heading off in the direction her bandmate had gone. It all made little
sense
to her.
As she spotted the dark-haired girl under the bright lights, out of the
corner
of her eye she saw someone also heading her way, someone tall and
shifty
and meaning business. Somehow Pizzazz knew that he meant Jetta harm. He
was
dressed in thick dark clothes, with shades concealing his eyes and his
hair
slicked back from his head beneath a hat. Jetta had not seen him, but
he
grabbed her by the shoulder, startling her as he did so.
"What the?"
"Silence, princess. I ain't playin' with you. You an' I got business."
His
voice was low and husky, and though it was vaguely familiar to Jetta's
ears,
she could not place it, and quickly dismissed it.
"Get lost, creep!" Pizzazz had seen enough, descending upon the scene
with
her usual lack of subtlety and shoving the man aside.. "If you want an
autograph,
write our office."
Jetta took the opportunity to get free of his grip, but afraid to be
recognised
the man had quickly disappeared into the darkness, his attire helping
him
to blend into the scenery.
She took a deep breath.
"Creep." She muttered. "Ta, Pizzazz. I 'ate losers like 'im."
"What do you reckon he wanted?" Pizzazz asked. Jetta shrugged.
"Who cares? There are a lot of shady people round this area, Pizzazz.
That
was why I didn't want to come back 'ere. Sure, I grew up in it, but I'm
a
stranger 'ere now, an' people see strangers as easy money. 'E probably
thought
'e could get a few quid outta me by threats."
"Jerk." Pizzazz snorted. "I'd like to see him try it on with me."
Jetta laughed.
"I think 'e already got a taste of what you can do." she said
dryly,
realising as she did so that the earlier tension was gone. Neither of
them
had said as much, but the fight was behind them. Pizzazz nodded,
folding
her arms decidedly.
"You bet." she agreed. "C'mon. Let's get a drink and enjoy ourselves,
huh?
We got work to do tomorrow and it's gonna be a major drag - I wanna
enjoy
myself while Eric isn't nagging at us!"
"Works for me." Jetta agreed. "'Ere, where did Stormer an' Roxy go?"
"Who cares?" Pizzazz shrugged. "Their loss. Now come on!"
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"It would have to rain!"
Roxy peered out of the rain-soaked window of her hotel room, a grimace
on
her face as she pulled on her jacket, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"This
whole thing is gonna be a waste of time, Stormer. We'll never get any
good
shots if this goes on an' I hate gettin' wet!"
"I think Eric said we'll be in a studio most of the shoot. It's just
that
they'd like some shots of us at famous London sights too, and maybe the
weather
will have cleared by then." Stormer, who had gone to see if her friend
was
ready for breakfast smiled in amusement. She knew Roxy disliked early
morning
starts more than anything.
"Well, I still say it sucks." Roxy folded her arms. "It ain't no fun at
all
if we gotta work all the time! How long we gonna be there for, huh?"
"Don't know. You know Eric, he never tells us anything." Stormer
shrugged helplessly. "C'mon, Roxy. They're waiting for us downstairs
for breakfast."
"Come on, Roxy, do this, Roxy, do that, Roxy." Roxy mimicked with a
frown.
"You're turnin' into my mother, Stormer!"
Stormer laughed.
"Am I?" She asked, looking slightly sheepish. "Sorry. I didn't mean to
nag."
"Sometimes you're a real drag, you know that?" Roxy told her. Stormer
raised
an eyebrow.
"Why do you hang out with me, then?" she asked playfully. Roxy rolled
her
eyes.
"Quit it, or I won't." she warned. "Now, you said breakfast was ready?
I'm
starving!"
The studio was bustling with people when the girls arrived, and they
were
hurried into make-up at top speed in order to get as long a time as
possible
on the set that was being specially constructed outside.
"So when do we do the interview?" Pizzazz asked Eric once they were
primped
and ready. "We doin' that today as well?"
"After lunch, that's the plan." Eric responded. "It won't be anything
too
in-depth. Just your general 'who, what, where, why, when' kinda spiel
and
then anything else they happen to think might appeal to the brainless
masses.
Play along, Pizzazz, you girls are doing great here. The more exposure
you
get, the better. And no more food fights in restaurants, please!"
"We are playin' along with you and your boring schedule." Pizzazz
pouted. "We're here, ain't we? And as for the food fight, we have to
have some fun,
don't we? We haven't wrecked the hotel!"
"Yet." Eric intoned dryly. "But I'm sure it's next on the agenda. I
have
noticed that the room service bill is already kinda high."
"Probably Roxy." Pizzazz shrugged. "She eats like a pig and you know
it.
Anyway, the company can afford it. Relax, Eric. Money is not an issue
here."
"Yeah, well, you don't have to balance the company's accounts." Eric
rolled
his eyes skywards. "Why do you never take these things seriously,
Pizzazz?
This is a business, not a game!"
"And you're my employee, not my father." Pizzazz's eyes narrowed. "The
company
can handle it and that's final. Don't argue with me."
"Misfits?" A girl with a clipboard hurried over to the group at that
point,
a flustered expression on her face. "Can we have you on set please? The
photographer's
arrived and they want to get going straight away...busy schedule, he
said."
"We have a busy schedule too, you know." Pizzazz got elegantly to her
feet,
indicating for her bandmates to follow her. "C'mon, girls. Let's go
look
pretty for this guy's cameras."
"How many pictures to they want? It's just for an article, right?"
Jetta
asked. Pizzazz shrugged.
"Don't know. Think so. Eric said this morning, definitely, that there
was
an interview and he just told me it would be this afternoon, so I guess
that's
what's gonna happen." she grimaced. "They'd better feed us good. I
don't
like working full days."
"None of us do. Especially when we've been out on the town the night
before."
Jetta responded dryly. "We didn't get in till 'alf three this
mornin'...then
we were up at nine for this. We'll be dead by Wembley."
"A girl's gotta have fun." Pizzazz shrugged.
"Oh, definitely. It was the early mornin' photos I was complainin'
about."
Jetta replied. "Still, if it's good for our image...just seems like
we're
always 'avin' our photos taken by strange blokes in bad sweaters!"
"You noticed that too, huh?" Pizzazz smirked. "Guess they chose a
career behind
the camera since they'd break the lens if they were round the other
side
of it. C'mon. Let's see what kind of weirdo we got this time."
Two gruelling hours later, hot and tired, the Misfits found they had
time
for a fifteen minute break while the stage was re-set and, grumbling
about
being shunted around, the four girls located the studio cafeteria,
ordering
coffee.
"What a morning. I'm aching from standing still." Roxy groaned, resting
her
head in her hands. "And we gotta go to makeup again before we shoot the
next
roll? They kiddin'? What is this, some kind of six part exhibition?"
"They sure are doing a lot of shots." Stormer agreed. "And the lights
are
so hot...I swear I was feeling dizzy under them. At least they gave us
a
break."
"We were getting a break whether they wanted us to get one or not."
Pizzazz
said with a shrug. "I was about to walk right off that dumb stage if
they
hadn't called for a time out when they did. Talk about overkill!"
"Misfits? We're ready for you in makeup now." The girl with the
clipboard was back and with a loud groan the group got to their feet,
traipsing off after her.
"Wait till I get a hold of Eric. I'll get him for this." Pizzazz
muttered as they returned to the little make up room.
None of them noticed that they were being watched from the lighting
gallery,
across the far side of the studio.
"All right, ladies, can I have you back up on the stage in the original
poses,
please, just to get a feel of how the set and lights look." The
photographer
waved his hand to illustrate his point. "Oh yes, that's just fabulous,
the
colours are a dream! But the alignment..." he indicated Jetta. "Miss,
could
you move over, just one pace to the left? That's great, wonderful! And
you,"
he indicated Roxy. "You come in to the right..."
"That way." Stormer hissed under her breath, indicating with her finger
as
Roxy glanced helplessly at her friend. Not knowing left from right was
something
else she had long kept secret, but every so often she came close to
being
caught out. Relieved, she took her pace to the right, turning her
attention
back to the camera.
And then, it happened.
As the photographer adjusted the focus on his camera lens, there was a
creaking
sound, and before any of them could move, one of the lights came
crashing
down onto the stage, missing Jetta by mere inches, the bulb shattering
into
thousands of tiny shards. Jetta inhaled sharply, taking a step back
from
it amid the squeals of her bandmates. Numb with fear, she could only
stare
at the object which had come so close to causing her harm.
There was immediate pandemonium as the backstage crew hurried to
ascertain the cause of the incident. The group were hustled off the
stage by an anxious Eric, and found seats as men and women swarmed over
the equipment, checking every screw and nut and bolt twice over.
"Strange that it should come down like that. I'm positive all of them
were
firmly fixed when I checked them over this morning." The man in charge
of
the lighting frowned, jumping down from the stage to speak to the
group's manager. "Must have been a weak fixing, just gave way. I'm very
sorry about all of this...are your girls okay?"
"No thanks to you." Eric was angry. "It was a little too close for
comfort.
That kind of negligence is not the kind of thing we're used to."
"I promise, Mr. Raymond, that it won't happen again. It passed
inspection this morning, I don't understand how it could have come away
like that..."
As the two men moved away from the group, Stormer sent Jetta an anxious
glance.
"Are you all right?" She murmured. Jetta looked up, startled.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I ain't 'urt. It missed me."
"You're bleeding!" Pizzazz exclaimed. "Look, Jetta, your leg!"
Jetta glanced down at her torn tights. Sure enough, the glass had
scraped her leg and drawn blood, though the fear of the situation had
numbed her to
any pain. She bit her lip.
"It's okay." she replied quietly. "Just scratches. It's no big deal."
"You could've been killed, of course it's a big deal!" Pizzazz
retorted. "Listen,
we'll sue the studio for negligence, and then..."
"No!" Jetta held up her hand. "Pizzazz, let it go!"
"Why should she?" Roxy demanded. "It could've been any of us under that
stupid
light!"
"No...it was meant for me." Jetta shivered involuntarily. "I just know
it."
"What?" Stormer stared. "You mean...it was done on purpose?"
"Well, it crossed my mind." Jetta admitted. "I don't know who or
why...but you 'eard the guy. He said it was fine and passed inspection
earlier. But if the screw was weak as all that it would'a gone earlier.
Strange that just
after break, just after the men 'ave been adjustin' the position of the
bars
that it should fall."
"Maybe they knocked it loose by accident." Stormer suggested.
"Maybe." Jetta did not look convinced. "I don't know. I 'ave the creeps
about
it, though."
She turned back to the stage, shivering once more. "That photographer
guy
probably saved me life. Whoever loosened it knew our stage positions
and
worked it out from there...if that guy 'adn't've made me move over
then...then..."
Stormer leant over to hug the dark girl and for once there was no
mocking remark from either Roxy or Pizzazz. Both girls were equally
shocked at the
implications of Jetta's words.
"You're okay." The synth player told her gently now. "C'mon. Let's go
get
you a drink, huh?"
"Sounds good to me." Jetta agreed. "If...if you don't mind, Pizzazz, I
ain't
in the mood for no more photos today."
"We ain't doing any more photos in this deathtrap studio." Pizzazz told
her.
"We'll do our interview, then we're going...and we're gonna get to the
bottom
of this, make no mistake. If someone set that up on purpose..." She
clenched
her fists.
"But who would set up a stage light to splat Jetta over the head?" Roxy
demanded,
her choice of words causing Jetta to visibly flinch. "And why?"
"Jetta?" Stormer asked.
"I told you, I don't know."
"Then how do you know it was deliberate, then?" Roxy pressed.
"I don't know. But I 'ave a feelin'. A kind of...creepy
feelin'. Before
it fell I felt somethin' was goin' to 'appen, and then it did...I just
knew.
And now I can't shake the feelin' that it was meant for me." Jetta
paused,
getting a grip on herself. "Okay, let's go grab a drink or somethin'.
Anyone
else thirsty?"
As they headed off, Eric returned to the group.
"Well?" he said. "Pizzazz, what now?"
"No more pictures." Pizzazz said, her tone unusually serious and
lacking it's
normal petulance. "Jetta coulda been killed...any of us coulda been
killed."
"She said..." Roxy began, but Pizzazz sent her a glare.
"She said she didn't want to do any more pictures." she said, her
expression warning Roxy against contradicting her. "And nor do I. We do
the interview and then we blow this dump. Got it?"
"That's my thought too." Eric nodded "And legally...shall I stick the
lawyers
on the case?"
"No. Let it go for now." Pizzazz replied. "We don't want bad publicity,
remember?"
"Yeah, true." Eric sighed. "Is Jetta okay? You girls have a big concert
in
a day or two."
"She's fine. Just gone for a drink of water or something." Pizzazz
nodded.
"She's not soft, Eric...she's no wimpy Hologram, you know."
"Thank goodness. I could not deal with a bunch of hysterical
women."
Eric said dryly. "I'll go speak to the magazine's people, tell them
what
the deal is."
Once he was gone, Roxy turned confused eyes on Pizzazz.
"So why didn't you tell him what Jetta said?" she demanded.
"Because, dumb brain, we haven't any proof and we can't afford the bad
publicity!"
Pizzazz snapped. "So keep your mouth shut, all right? We don't know
anyone
did try and hurt her...she's just creeped out, that's all."
"You think she's wrong?"
"I think she'd better be wrong." Pizzazz replied. "Because that's the
last
kind of trouble we need right now!"
In the peace and quiet of the cafeteria, Jetta took a tentative sip of
water,
setting the cup down on the table.
"You sure you're okay? You're white as a sheet, Jetta!" Stormer looked
concerned.
"I'm great, considerin' someone tried to mash my brains with a stage
light."
The old sarcastic irony was back in her companion's tone, and the synth
player
was glad to hear it.
"You don't know that they did. It could be an accident." she chided.
"Maybe. But I doubt it somehow." Jetta shrugged. "Ah well. Who knows,
huh?
Lot of weird people in the world. Maybe some nut thought it'd make good
publicity
or somethin', beats me. Anyway, I'm all right now, Stormer. Shook me up
a
bit, is all. I'm fine, really I am...you don't 'ave to fuss."
"Well, if you're sure." Stormer shrugged. "But to be honest I won't be
happy
till we're well away from here."
Jetta grimaced.
"If I'm honest, love, neither will I." she said grimly.
PART ONE: SHEILA
Chapter One: Life in London
Chapter Two: The Saxophone
Chapter Three: A Friend In Need
Chapter Four: Never Again...
PART TWO: A DESIGNING WOMAN
Chapter Five: Sheila's Decision
Chapter Six: A Band In Crisis
Chapter Seven: First Night
Chapter Eight: Making It Happen
PART THREE: BACK IN THE CITY
Chapter Nine: The Misfits In London
Chapter Ten: On Every Screen...
Chapter Eleven: A Musical Reunion
Chapter Twelve: Jealousy
Chapter Thirteen: An Old Acquaintance
Chapter Fourteen: Doing London
Chapter Fifteen: Sabotage!
Chapter Sixteen: The Final Straw
Chapter Seventeen: Opening Night
Chapter Eighteen: Jetta
(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)
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