"Well, so this is Los Angeles."
The tall dark-haired man stared up at the big black glass building,
a thoughtful look on his face. "And this is the fabled Misfits Music. I
really wonder if Harvey knows what he's doing, trying to bail this
out. Sometimes his indulgences over that daughter of his seem
if that's what he wants, I guess I better do as he tells me. He's been
a good employer, and I won't let him down."
He took a few steps across the front forecourt, pausing, then
open the door. The lobby was brightly lit and busy with people, and in
the centre of the madness was a tall platinum blonde, who seemed to be
very much in charge, sending people scuttling left, right and centre.
he moved forward, she spotted him and, pushing her way through the
menial technicians who had been running her errands, she approached
putting her hands on her hips.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"My name is Elliot Martescu." The dark-haired man put his hand into
his pocket, pulling out his business card and holding it out to her.
Gabor sent me from Washington DC to help out with getting this place in
administrative shape." He glanced around him. "From the looks, at the
it's not much short of chaos."
His companion bristled.
"We don't take kindly to stiffs in suits." She said darkly. "So if
Harvey sent you, you'd better know now that the Misfits run this
Not you and not Harvey. His daughter owns it, and it's ours...so
that, all right?"
"Harvey did mention that you were all very keen on making sure
improved." Elliot said levelly. "You know my name, but I don't know
"Roxy." Roxy said abruptly. "Don't 'Miss' me. My name's Roxy."
"All right, Roxy." Elliot nodded. "Is Miss Gabor around?"
"Pizzazz ain't got back from San Fran yet." Roxy shook her head.
Jetta and me are here, so you'll have to make do with us."
An amused smile touched her lips. "That'll be an experience for
She added off-handly. "I guess you'd better come with me. Sooner you
to the office, sooner Pizzazz quits sticking me with calculating all
tax forms and bills and bank statements, so maybe it's a good thing you
got here so quick. I'm about bored to death with it."
"That's part of my reason for being here." Elliot agreed. "Harvey
I can straighten out the finances and get this place up and running
again fairly quickly. Once I see the paperwork, I'll know if he's
but I understand there's to be a legal case, and Harvey believes his
will be preoccupied with that."
"Pizzazz can't add ten to fifty without a calculator." She said
"I told you. I've been doing all the number crunching. And there's a
lot of it to crunch."
Elliot eyed his companion doubtfully, as she led the way towards the
liftshaft, pressing buttons with short, sharp jabs.
"Then perhaps you can tell me how things stand." He said at length.
"If you've seen the accounts, you must know more than me."
"And ruin all your fun?" Roxy laughed. Elliot frowned.
"I thought you wanted to help the company?" He pointed out. "The
I know what I have to do, the better."
"Well, okay then, Mr Neat-freak in a suit." Roxy grabbed him by the
arm, pulling him into the lift. "This is what you have to do. I told
this is a Misfit company. You do things our way or you know all about
you got it? As for the finances, they're in a mess. Don't need to be
to add up to see that the damn statements are in the red in places, and
it's taken Stormer and me most of the last few days to work out where
got money and where we don't. I'm sick of it. Stormer's written the
lot up in neat for you - she's a freak that way - so ask her. All I can
tell you is that this company needs some serious cash and that's no
"Harvey told me that he was going to write a cheque in the company's
name and give it to his daughter before she left San Francisco." Elliot
remembered. "So that won't be a problem so much as making sure the
is going to the right people and not the wrong ones."
He eyed Roxy contemplatively at this point, and Roxy bristled.
"I ain't ever stolen a cent from this company, thank you." She said
coldly. "That was all Eric's doing. Me and the others, we want this
running properly. No company, no Misfits. Kapiche? Nothing to gain by
it off. Rip off this place and you rip off the Misfits -and that's
you just don't do if you know what's good for you!"
At that moment they reached the top floor, and Roxy gave her
no time to respond, pulling him out of the lift and forcibly propelling
him towards the main office, where Jetta and Stormer were going through
a big pile of documents.
"You can quit doing that now." She announced. "Harvey sent us a geek
to do it for us."
"I'm an executive, not a geek." Elliot's tone had a slight edge at
this, and Roxy grimaced.
"As I said, Harvey sent us a geek." She repeated. Elliot stepped
the office, stopping dead as he met Stormer's gaze.
"It's Mary, isn't that right?" He asked. Stormer looked confused.
"Yes, but I don't understand..."
"We met once, in Harvey's office, when he had his heart attack."
smiled at her. A light dawned in Stormer's blue eyes.
"So we did." She agreed softly. "Elliot...I'm afraid I don't
your last name."
"Martescu." Elliot grinned. "I've already met Roxy..." He cast the
blond a doubtful look. "So this must be...Jetta?" He turned his
to the final person present, who had been observing the exchanges in
She nodded at the sound of her name, casting him a careful look.
"Yes, I'm Jetta." She agreed at length. "An' if you're 'ere to do
finances, you can bloody well take 'em an' welcome. Even when Stormer
them out neat they're a muddle of this an' that. Eric Raymond sure did
a number on this place, make no mistake about that."
"I understand from Harvey that he's the sort of man not to be
Elliot responded, moving to the desk and scooping up a couple of
His eyebrows shot up. "Oh my. I see what you mean. I'm amazed you've
things going so far."
"Pizzazz put money up to pay bills from her personal account, while
she spoke to her father about a permanent solution." Stormer explained.
"And the rest of us have been doing our best here. Some of the cleaning
staff started complaining because they hadn't been paid and we can't
anyone till Pizzazz is home, so Roxy...Roxy was erm, convincing them
they could wait a week or so and get paid in lieu."
"I told them that if they didn't they'd get their heads broken for them." Roxy added neatly. "They stopped complaining then, and the lobby ain't never looked so clean."
"But you can't threaten the staff! What about the unions?" Elliot
horrified. Roxy narrowed her eyes.
"If it works, I'll do it." She said darkly. "To keep this company
the Misfits alive, I'll do it and a fair bit more, so don't think
immune, Mr Hot Shot. Your job is to deal with the administrative mess.
Not to tell us what to do."
Elliot made no reply, merely taking the seat that Jetta had vacated
behind the desk, and opening one of the other folders. He flicked
the files, glancing up in surprise.
"Your Mr Raymond might have stolen money from this place, but he
pretty good records of contacts and sponsors." He remarked. "These are
right up to date."
"Yeah, an' it ain't nothin' to do with Eric, neither." Jetta said
"I sorted them out yesterday, an' it took me till damn near eleven at
before I'd got 'em all straight, an' all. Some people don't like bein'
phoned after hours, I'll tell you - but I got all our usual sponsors
on board, even the ones Eric 'ad let lapse. An' we still 'ave the
deal with this man Moss's company, even if Eric stole the monetary side
of it. I figured we ought to keep that one fresh, because it means we
instruments, even if we don't got money. Instruments means the Misfits
an' the Stingers an' other acts can perform...and performances mean
receipts." She shrugged. "I figured we could use those right now."
Elliot stared at her. Then he looked rueful.
"I owe you girls an apology." He said slowly. "I was under the
I was coming into a hurrah-nest of bills and papers, but you've got
tied up neatly, considering the situation. It'll make my job a lot
"Well, I'm glad you're 'appy." Jetta rolled her eyes. "Me, I'm sick
of this office an' I'm takin' a breather. Pizzazz will be back from San
Fran soon, anyway, an' she'll probably go 'ome before comin' 'ere.
ought to be there to explain to 'er what's 'appened since yesterday."
"I'm cutting outta here too." Roxy decided. "I've got a motorcycle
that's been neglected and I promised Aja to get it fixed up before the
weekend. I'm gone. Later!"
"I suppose that leaves me to go over what we've got with you."
looked amused, as her bandmates made their exits. "If you need me to."
"It would help." Elliot nodded. "I'm glad one of you is responsible
enough to stick around and do that, at least."
"Don't be so harsh on them. They have worked hard." Stormer
him. "Jetta was here till late last night, because I was here too,
up those finances. And Roxy has spent a lot of time working out
was the one who first raised the flag that something was wrong here. I
know they're brash, but they do want the best for Misfit Music. They're
"Well, this is very well organised." Elliot patted the sponsors
"And it's one less thing for me to do. All right, I will believe you."
He smiled. "And in the meantime, I'd better get to work on those
otherwise I'll be the shirker here, won't I!"
* * * * *
As Jetta pulled her car into the front drive of the Gabor Estate,
was aware of a big black limousine just leaving the grounds, and she
her vehicle, stepping out onto the concrete.
"Pizzazz must be 'ome." She mused, heading up the front steps and
the door, letting herself into the sprawling mansion. "Good! This ain't
my company, it's hers we're bailin' out, and it stinks that we don't
any kind of power to really do anythin' conclusive while she's away.
the staff is a big deal - especially considering that we are the staff!"
She stepped into the hallway.
"Pizzazz?" She called. "You 'ome?"
The door of the lounge swung open to reveal the singer, a steaming
mug in her hand.
"You have to yell?" She demanded. "What gives, Jetta? How come
here? I was just grabbing a drink then I was heading over to the
Has something happened? Daddy gave me the cheque and a whole lot of
garbage which I gotta figure out if we're gonna sue Eric. You wanna
a look at it?"
"I will, if I 'ave to." Jetta sighed. "Some bloke - I think 'is name
is Elliot or somethin' - 'as come from DC to 'elp with things. He's at
the company now an' I think Stormer's goin' over everything with 'im.
menial staff went on strike, but Roxy put the fear of god into them and
they're back to work now. They need payin', though. They're overdue."
"I'll see to it." Pizzazz said darkly, leading the way back into the
sitting room and taking a seat, sipping her drink gingerly. "It's
I've been up since some ungodly hour and now I'm expected to jump in
sort things out again. Dammit, I'm gonna make this company work, but is
it gonna kill me of exhaustion first?"
She took another tentative sip, then set the mug down, rubbing her
temples. "I didn't imagine it was going to be so complicated. I need
whole legal jargon translated, for a start. You speak legalese?"
"No, but I'll give it a shot." Jetta responded. "Although I'm sure
one of your father's lawyers or even this Elliot guy could give it you
clearer than I can."
"I don't care." There was a note of petulance in Pizzazz's tones.
sick of running to them for help. You're a Misfit, you ain't got a
in the matter. You gotta help me, else your work permit dies with the
so help me already." She gestured to the table. "It's all there. It
no sense to me."
Jetta leaned over, scooping up the mess of sheets and glancing at
"This is complicated stuff." She murmured.
"But do you understand it?"
"Not all that well." Jetta admitted. "But I get the gist. I'm not up
on all the jargon, but I think I can see my way round it. Can I take
it away with me? I'll go over it properly this afternoon, but right now
an' my brain needs a break."
"All right." Pizzazz sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Guess I'm
She closed her eyes. "I almost wish you and Roxy hadn't butted your
noses in." She admitted. "All this craziness..."
"But then the company woulda folded." Jetta said matter-of-factly.
"I know." Pizzazz's eyes snapped open at this. "And I ain't letting
that happen. Noone is taking Misfits Music away from me! It's just such
godawful timing! I didn't sleep a wink last night trying to figure that
legal crap out. Dad insisted I flew back instead of driving, since it
quicker, so my car's stuck in San Fran waiting for him to find someone
to run it home. And they musta served some bad food on the plane back,
because I feel sick as a dog. I hate how everyone expects me to run
and produce the answer!"
"You own the company." Jetta said bluntly. "That's what it's gonna
be like, now Eric's gone. There ain't no executive to fob off work on.
Elliot is 'ere but 'e won't be 'ere forever. Temporary, that's all, an'
Roxy's already taken an 'ate at him, so that probably means he'll be
even less. When he's gone, you gotta run this place yourself, else
collapse. Unless you want to bring in another suit - that's how it's
Pizzazz was silent for a moment. Then she shook her head.
"That ain't gonna happen." She said quietly. "No more executives. No
more suits. No more men,
dammit! I'm sick and tired of them...the damn
lot of them! They're good for one thing in life, and that's not gonna
my music company. I won't have it! Men are sleazy slimeballs who steal
money and lie and cheat..." She paused. "Or they're fathers who think
know what's best, or chauvenists like Riot who think that they're
than us girls, and can do a better job. No more of it! I won't have
"So then you gotta run the place yourself." Jetta shrugged. "It's
only other option left."
"Maybe." Pizzazz's eyes narrowed. "Maybe not."
"What do you mean?" Jetta looked suspicious. "You 'ave a plan, don't
"Perhaps." Pizzazz shrugged. "But right now, I'm taking a time out."
She took another sip of her drink, standing. "I'm gonna take a nap,
off the bad food and last night. I'll be at the company around three or
four, I guess...and then this Elliot guy can show me that he's
having here. If he doesn't match up, I'll send him away and have Daddy
send someone else. I'm not in the mood for idiots."
She stretched. "Later, Jetta. Let me know what you figure out with that thing, okay?"
With that she was gone, and Jetta sighed, shaking her head.
"This company is doomed." She muttered, flicking through the legal
paperwork. "God help us all if she's gonna run the place 'erself!"
Three: To Hell And Beyond
Chapter One: Confrontations
Chapter Two: Harvey Gabor
Chapter Three: Aftershock
Chapter Four: Enter The Cavalry
Chapter Five: Executive Meeting
Chapter Six: Legal Wrangles
Chapter Seven: New Recruits
The Boring Disclaimer:
Pizzazz is not my character - she and the Misfits were created by Hasbro and given life by Christy Marx and the writers of the Jem series. However, the events, concepts and plotline contained in this story is my own and may not be duplicated. Justin, Alan and any character not featured in the Jem cartoon are entirely my creation and are also not to be duplicated anywhere else.