Chapter Seven: Riot
Stormer made her way downstairs slowly, her expression thoughtful. Her
sense told her that had Pizzazz been functioning on all cylinders, the
of the last few minutes would never have been aired, for her bandmate
very proud. Somehow, though, she was glad it had happened.
"Perhaps finally we've found our common ground." She mused to herself.
kinda a relief in some ways to know why it is she hates me...if she
hates me. Perhaps we'll even be friends now...well, sort of friends,
She smiled, pushing open the door of the kitchen. "I understand more
anyway. Oh, I hope Harvey does pull through! Pizzazz needs him more
either of them ever realised."
She opened the cupboard, scanning the contents for something quick and
to make, finally settling on soup as a simple meal. Stifling a yawn of
own as she cooked, she decided that once she'd eaten she'd head to bed
It had been a long week, and she still had to call Roxy and give her
latest news on the situation. She hoped that her two rival bandmates
not torn chunks out of each other in her absence. Carefully pouring the
of the soup into a thermos to keep in case Pizzazz was hungry when she
she headed into the main lounge, sitting down in an armchair and
for the day's newspaper.
As she sat there, trying her best to unwind there was a knock on the
Curious, Stormer got to her feet to answer it, setting her mug down on
sideboard. Wishing, not for the first time that Pizzazz had not lost
temper with the house staff, she made her way into the hall as there
a second knock, both impatient and forceful.
"Okay, I'm coming, keep it down." she snapped, undoing the latch and
open the big oak door. Her frown changed to surprise and concern,
when she registered the visitor.
"Riot!" She exclaimed.
"Where's Pizzazz?" Riot did not look pleased, and he was in the
Stormer realised what was going on.
"She's asleep." The synth player regained her composure. "What do you
"What do I want?" Riot demanded. "Fifty percent of one of my music
main acts has gone AWOL across America and you ask me what I want?
a concert tomorrow night, or had you forgotten that?"
"We hadn't forgotten. We're just not doing it, as I'm sure Roxy and
have told you." Stormer said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean, you're not doing it?" Riot was almost speechless
"Exactly what I said." Stormer folded her arms, her natural obstinate
rising to the fore, for she had never liked Riot's arrogance and
and she was in no mood to be polite. "We have other things to deal
"Listen to me, Stormer." Riot sounded irritated. "I want to speak to
not one of her hangers-on. She - you - have an obligation, and..."
"No, you listen to me." Stormer interrupted, too tired
emotional to be intimidated or cooperative. "Stop thinking of yourself
once and take into account that Harvey Gabor is critically ill in
hospital. Pizzazz can't leave DC...and I'm not going either, not
"Look, the old man isn't dead yet." Riot pointed out with a careless
"Her inheritance isn't going to be jeopardised if she takes out a day
do a show...it isn't as if he's going to know about it, and if she
wants to she can dedicate the thing to him. This is business, Stormer,
everyone across America knows that her being here is only a publicity
"Do they?" Stormer's eyes narrowed. "And what if you're wrong, Riot?
if Pizzazz is genuinely worried about him?"
"Pizzazz? Oh, yes, that would be a coup." Riot was scornful. "The only
Pizzazz is interested in is Phyllis Gabor. Sure, it looks good that
here and the press have been having a field day over it - I must say,
clever. But it's time to end the charade. If he's going to die, then
die and she'll get what's due her. She doesn't need to be flitting
DC like a lost soul while she waits for it to happen."
"Why you..." Rage flared in Stormer's heart and before she knew what
was doing she had slapped him around the face, a fierce protective
aroused in her heart towards the Misfits' lead singer. "I don't know
women see in you, I really don't - least of all Pizzazz. She's way too
to be messed about by a nothing like you! You're the most arrogant,
egocentric man I ever laid eyes on! And, for your information, you're
"Don't you raise your hand to me!" Riot was angry and he grabbed
wrist, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You're nothing in the
business, Stormer! You're barely even a Misfit, Heaven knows why
keeps you on! I could terminate your contract in an instant, so don't
cocky with me. Your career might rely on it!"
"Hang my career." Stormer snapped. "There are things more important
money, you know. And I got more musical ability in my little finger
your two flunkies have put together! Do you wanna know why
keeps me on, Riot? Well, I'll tell you why! I write the songs,
I put together the lyrics so they fit the tune, I mastermind
music. So you better be careful who you sack, else you might find
yourself making a loss!"
The sarcasm and disgust in her tone was so uncharacteristic of the
meek musician that for a moment Riot just stared at her blankly. Then
"You? Write the songs? You must think I was born yesterday." He
derisively. "You're barely more than a kid!"
"I'm twenty two!"
A fresh voice joined the heated debate, and both parties turned to face
staircase. Pizzazz stood halfway down the stairs, a strange expression
her face. For once she had taken little care with her appearance, for
was not made up, and her hair was tousled from her attempt at napping.
screeching in my house! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"I only came to tell you to be in L.A by tomorrow midday, that's all."
turned his back on Stormer, addressing the singer alone, and it was all
synth player could do to keep from poking her tongue out at her foe.
time this silly charade stopped and you returned to the real world. You
that your father is too ill to change his will, so there really is no
for it. You'd do better to obey your contractual obligations and return
for the concert tomorrow."
"I see." Pizzazz's voice was strangely quiet. "And if we're not there?"
"I don't anticipate that to be an outcome." Riot said levelly. "I
control your contract and I say you should be there, so you really have
in the matter."
"Oh?" A spark of the old, resiliant Pizzazz flared up in the tired
eyes. "Is that so?"
Slowly she advanced down the stairs to meet him.
"You know it is."
"Well, let me see." Pizzazz offered him a benign smile. "Now, we could
as you say, pack and fly home like good little Misfits, couldn't we,
"I..." Stormer looked confused. "But in an instant the singer's
expression had changed.
"Or you could take your threats and your arrogant fat head and get the
off my property before I call the police!" She hissed, jabbing
in the chest with a sharp, perfectly painted nail. "Now, you listen to
and listen good. You might think you have some power over me, but you
all right? I play games by one set of rules only - mine - and I just
bored with you and your demands! Do whatever the hell you want! If you
us off your books, well then, I'll set up my own company and run you
town! So don't tell me what to do!"
"You have a contract! Stingers Sound can sue!"
"Do I look like I care?" Pizzazz shot back. "Riot, honey, I've turned
better lawyers than you and that creep Raymond could ever get
She leant closer, stroking his cheek with her hand.
"Don't play with fire. You might get burned." She murmured. "Now get
okay? And don't come crawling to me for favours, either. The Misfits
when I say they do, where I say they do. You got that?"
"We'll see." Riot's eyes narrowed. "You're forgetting, Pizzazz, that
don't have money to hand just like that and your father is in no fit
to sign the cheque."
"And you're forgetting, Riot, that while Father is sick I effectively
control the finances." Pizzazz returned. "Not many people are gonna
argue with me, now are they? So you watch your step...it
doesn't pay to mess
Riot muttered something unrepeatable under his breath. Then, highly
he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
For a moment the two Misfits just stared at each other. Then Pizzazz
down onto the bottom step with a sigh.
"Creep." she murmured absently.
"Think he'll cause any other trouble?" Stormer was anxious.
"Yeah, probably he'll go running to Eric to tell tales." Pizzazz
shrugged. "I hope he don't push the contract thing. I was bluffing when
I said I controlled
Daddy's money...I don't. That would only happen if...well, if I
"It won't come to that." Stormer told her, coming to sit beside her.
father will get better, and once you tell him how Riot's been treating
I'm sure he'll help somehow."
"Think he'd even care?"
"Of course." Stormer nodded. "You'll see. Hey, since you're up, want
"Why not." Pizzazz rolled her eyes heavenwards. "You know, you can be
spunky. I never thought you'd go for him like that."
"Sure I did. I was gonna interrupt sooner but I wanted to see what
"He made me mad." The younger girl admitted. "I didn't mean to hit him,
"Hey, don't worry about it. Only wish I'd done it myself, and a lot
Pizzazz said ruefully. "You know I hate it when someone else is
Riot is a jerk and I should've seen it from the start. God knows what I
I was doing...but it's okay now. It's gone."
"Thank God for that." Stormer smiled. "It wasn't like you to act that
of us liked it much."
"Well, it was you yellin' at him as you did that made me realise what a
he was. Kinda woke me up some." Pizzazz admitted. "Maybe you should get
more often. I like you better now I know you got a spine."
Stormer laughed, leading the way into the kitchen to retrieve the
thermos of soup, and pouring her companion a mug.
"I guess I'm not a total wimp after all." She said quietly.
"No, guess you ain't." Pizzazz agreed. "Guess you are a proper
Who woulda thought meek li'l Mary could be such a wildcat? I
seein' that for the world." She took a sip of the drink. "Mm. Good
Guess I didn't realise I was hungry till now." She cast Stormer a
glance. "No phonecalls?"
"No...you've barely been asleep at all." Stormer replied. "Nothing
"No news is good news, I guess." Pizzazz stifled a yawn. "God, I'm
I'm goin' back to bed...I'm not thinkin' or actin' like myself right
Maybe when I wake up, things will be clearer, and I'll feel more
blitzed." She drained the mug, setting it down on the counter. "Night,
Lemme know if anything happens."
"You know I will." Stormer nodded. "Sweet dreams, Pizzazz...let's hope
time noone comes knocking!"
"They'd better not." Pizzazz rolled her eyes. "Else I'll show 'em what
think of it!"
With that she was gone, and Stormer smiled. Though no news had come
the hospital, somehow she felt better about the situation.
Maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.
Chapter One: The Magazine
Chapter Two: A Phone Call
Chapter Three: Washington DC
Chapter Four: Harvey Gabor
Chapter Five: Answering To Eric
Chapter Six: Breaking Down
Chapter Seven: Riot
Chapter Eight: A Change Of Luck
Chapter Nine: Harvey's Proposal
Chapter Ten: A Cunning Plan
Chapter Eleven: As It Should Be
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem
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are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)