Chapter Eight: A Change Of Luck
"I swear, if that bleedin' phone rings one more time I'm disconnectin'
Jetta groaned, glaring at the offending object and throwing a cushion
it's direction. "It's been nothin' but moanin' and complainin' from
and Riot since Pizzazz refused to cooperate with 'em an' I'm sick of
"You ain't the only one." Roxy grimaced. "What I wanna know though is
she refused him. She's doolally over Riot - think she's finally got her
"Dunno." Jetta shrugged. "Hope so. I just wish it didn't mean we got
'assle over it. Like we can change 'er mind! The concert is in less
2 hours now an we ain't playin'. End of story."
"It's a nothing show anyway." Roxy snorted. "I'm sick of playin' backup
support for those dumb Stingers, anyhow. We're the Misfits, we don't
support for anyone! They're nobodies, they ought to be warmin' up for
"Tell me about it." Jetta groaned. "It's 'umiliatin' as 'ell, if I'm
about it, and Pizzazz won't be argued with...you know, if 'Arvey does
I'm toyin' with the idea of persuadin' 'er to set up 'er own music
again and pullin' out of this Stingers Sound mess. I've 'ad enough of
don't wanna work for Riot an' Eric any more."
"Me neither." Roxy admitted. "If I had someplace else to go I'd've quit
"You an' me both, love." Jetta sighed. She frowned. "I've 'ad enough of
too. It's surreal, bein' stuck in an 'ouse with you...we're startin' to
"Only cos there's noone better to talk to." Roxy snapped in. "Don't
I've gone sweet on you. When Pizzazz and Stormer get back, it's back to
you got it? This is only while they're away."
"Suits me fine." Jetta returned. She reached for the paper, flicking
the pages with little interest. "Well, since we ain't got concert plans
an' the damn phone won't quit ringin', I think I'm goin' out. Wanna
"So long as I don't have to hang out with you when we get there." Roxy
"That was what I was thinkin'." Jetta agreed. "Jus' a taxi costs less
we go 'alves."
"I'll get my jacket." Roxy got to her feet. "Call 'em, huh?"
"Yeah, I was goin' to." Jetta rolled her eyes. "Jus' don't take
ain't waitin' once it's 'ere!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Roxy pulled a face at her foe. "Cool out
already. I'll be there."
Across the other side of the country, oblivious to Roxy and Jetta's
to live together without coming to blows, Pizzazz was back at the
A phonecall early that morning had suggested an improvement in Harvey's
and they were hopeful that he could be encouraged back to
The singer was much more her usual, snappy self thanks to her good
sleep, but she had not refused Stormer's offer of breakfast, and though
was hardly trying to be friendly, she was less hostile to the younger
than she had been before.
Stormer, for her part, had wisely left all mention of the previous
revelations alone. It had happened, and it was over, and however much
her relations with the singer were, it would not help to bring them up
She had left the singer to her own devices at the hospital, realising
Pizzazz needed to deal with this in her own way, and Pizzazz had been
grateful for her companion's perception. As she sat down beside the
another uncharacteristic wave of apprehension washed over her. What if
were wrong? What if he wasn't going to make it, after all?
Her mind flitted back to the conversation she had had with her bandmate
day before, and she frowned. Well, maybe for once Stormer had a point,
she'd be damned before she'd admit it out loud. Maybe it wasn't too
maybe it was down to her to make an effort, if things were ever going
Carefully, and a little awkwardly she took a hold of her father's hand
hers, gripping it gently.
"Daddy?" She murmured. "It's Phyllis...wake up, Daddy. We need to
There was no response, and Pizzazz bit her lip.
"Please, Daddy." She begged, her tone not that of the spoiled
begging for more, but that of an anxious, desperate child. "I don't
to be alone! I don't care about the stupid magazine or anything
don't want you to die! You've spent my whole life jetting off to other
you know that I need a father too?"
There was a moment's stillness, and then Pizzazz felt her father's
move slightly. Hope replacing fear in her green eyes, she was on her
reaching for his other hand.
"Daddy, come on!" She urged. "You can do this...you're a Gabor! We
give up, remember? You gotta fight back!"
Harvey's eyes flickered slightly, then opened, focusing slowly on his
face. The joy he saw there prompted a faint smile, and he gripped
on the girl's hand.
"Phyllis." He murmured.
"No, you ain't talkin'." Pizzazz shook her head. "You're gonna listen
me, Daddy. Okay? Cos I haven't had the best few days in the world since
took sick and it made me think about something. We never talk, do we? I
you always got your business, and I've got my music...and I know you
that. I use you for money, you get me outta your hair...well, I don't
that, Daddy! You're the only family I got and...well, I want my
Not a bank account...who cares about money? I want...I want you to be
Harvey gazed at his daughter for a moment, tears in his eyes. Then,
an amount of difficulty he spoke, his voice soft and hoarse.
"I am proud of you." He whispered. "But most of all...for being
Pizzazz smiled slightly.
"I...guess I was worried." She admitted self-consciously. "I'm mad as
at you for getting me worked up, you know."
"It's nice...to know...you care." He replied softly.
"Don't be dumb." Pizzazz scolded him. "I'm your daughter! What do you
I am, anyway, some monster? Don't answer that...I don't wanna know."
added as an afterthought, reaching over to press the buzzer to summon a
"Now, you better get well, Daddy, an' soon, too. I don't like hanging
in hospitals, they give me creeps. I'm staying in DC, so I'll be around
day or two if you...want to see me."
"Of course." Harvey nodded slowly and haltingly. Pizzazz smiled.
"Right. Then I'll be back to see you tomorrow." She said, slightly
with the whole situation. "Bye, Daddy. Don't relapse in the meantime,
"I'll... do my...best." Harvey assured her. Satisfied, Pizzazz sent him
grin, leaving the hospital room as the doctors entered to examine their
Strange as she felt, she also felt that a weight had been lifted from
Her father was awake, surely now he would live?
And surely now things would be settled between them?
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
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