"Okay, girls, take five."
Justin lowered his camera, casting the hot and dusty Misfits a rueful
smile. "That's this film finished and I want to get the drops changed
you might as well take the opportunity to get a drink or something.
studio lights are blazing."
"You can talk! You're not stuck under them." Pizzazz shot him a glare,
tucking wisps of hair back behind her ears. "How much longer are you
going to take? You've shot four rolls of film already and dragged us
back from the beach to this dump...What did Eric brief you anyhow?"
"He didn't. You did." Justin said calmly, extracting the film and
putting a new one into his camera. "You said you wanted some beach
shots then that Flash Studios had some classy new drops that you
intended to make full use of, so that was where we'd end up next. I
still have the memo somewhere in my bag if you want to check it."
Pizzazz shot him a venomous look, but said nothing more, stamping off
the dais and down to the soda machine with very bad grace.
"That's something that don't happen often. You shut her up." She
remarked appreciatively. "She has a point though. Are we doing this all
day or what?"
"Not if I can help it, sis." Justin shook his head, winding on the film
and checking the lens. "I think we got one more film's worth of shots
take and then we're done for today. I have another engagement at four,
anyhow, so I'm not really wanting to overrun." He grimaced. "Pizzazz
again. This was supposed to be the end of the week, but for some reason
"She wants us to have our single out as soon as possible." Stormer put
in. "We laid it down yesterday."
"Yesterday? Try late last night." Jetta groaned. "We were still at it
at gone ten. It were almost bleedin' midnight before we got a copy she
was 'appy with!"
"Well, at least she's focused on your music, right?" Justin sent his
girlfriend a grin. "And it has been a while since the Misfits had a
single out. Perhaps she's got a point."
"Are you sidin' with Pizzazz?" Jetta stared at him. Justin laughed,
shaking his head.
"No, but I'm wise enough to know who's paying my wages." He responded.
"Hey, where's Eric today? I don't see him."
"I dunno. I think it has something to do with this big sponsorship crap
Pizzazz was boring us with this morning in the car here." Roxy pulled a
face. "I don't honestly care. Having Eric out of my hair is good enough
for me - why question it?"
"Eric ain't a popular guy round here, is he?" Justin grinned. Stormer
pursed her lips.
"I think that with everything recently - the accident and all - we're
all a bit unsure of what he's been up to." She said carefully. "We're
sure Pizzazz is keeping as firm an eye on his business dealings as she
should, to be totally honest."
"That's an understatement if ever there was one." Jetta said bluntly.
"I'm sure that the jerk is playin' some kind of game an' that 'e needs
someone watchin' over 'im."
"What kind of a game?" Justin looked interested. Jetta shrugged.
"No idea." She admitted. "I just don't trust 'im. An' Pizzazz is actin'
up, too. She's so schizophrenic at the moment."
"We're worried that the accident had a more profound effect than we
thought." Stormer sighed, glancing across the set to where Pizzazz was
having a fight with the soda machine, eventually emerging victorious.
"Sometimes she doesn't seem to care about any of this - music, the
Misfits, the company...and then other times it's all she wants to deal
with. Like last night." She shrugged. "I know unpredictability is one
of her main characteristics, but still, this is odd even for her. And
then there was the night before last..." She trailed off, blushing.
"Oh yeah. When she got the sulks and stormed off somewhere without us."
Roxy grimaced. "But that's not abnormal Pizzazz behaviour, Stormer. She
likes to be the centre of attention and that night she wasn't. That's
She stretched, stifling a yawn. "I'm tired and it's only two thirty.
That's gotta be wrong. Guess I'm gonna grab myself some chocolate for
the sugar kick. Be back here in ten, okay?"
"Sure." Justin shrugged. "I have to go see to setting up the new drop
Jetta watched her boyfriend and her bandmate head off in opposite
directions, then she cast Stormer a quizzical look.
"Why did you stop just then? What 'appened the other night?" She asked
Stormer shook her head.
"Nothing." She replied.
"I know Pizzazz took off but..." Jetta frowned. "No, you're keepin'
something from me. Did she say something to you? Do something?"
"She didn't come home till the early hours." Stormer said with a shrug.
"And that's all I know, Jetta. But you didn't come home till half nine
either, when it comes to it."
"True, but you knew where I'd be." Jetta pursed her lips. "Where did
"I don't know. She didn't tell me." Stormer said honestly. "And we're
not her minders. She can do what she likes, you know - America is a
"But we're all agreed that she's actin' up at the moment." Jetta
sighed. "I shouldn't 'ave gone off with Justin so easily, but I figured
you girls'd keep tabs on 'er. We none of us know 'ow she's gonna act
next, but knowin' Pizzazz an' knowin' the kind of publicity we've 'ad
lately, we shouldn't let 'er go off alone more than we can 'elp. God
knows the Misfits 'ave 'ad enough strife already. We don't need more."
"I expect she went to a club or something. She's done it before and
it's no big deal." Stormer said quietly, but there was something in her
blue eyes that made Jetta shake her head.
"I don't believe you." She said at length. "What do you know, Stormer?"
"I don't know
anything." Stormer admitted. "But I walked out
into the city yesterday morning, early. I couldn't sleep - I was
worried because she hadn't come home and I know Roxy and I shouldn't
have left her like we did. Not so soon after the accident, not when
she's been so erratic. I met her half way."
"Walking?" Jetta's eyebrows shot into her fringe. "There's erratic
"I know, but she was." Stormer replied. "Heading back from some club or
something was what I thought. She was pretty clear-headed, and she
didn't seem drunk."
"So what's the deal?" Jetta asked. Stormer frowned.
"Well, it's probably nothing." She said carefully. "But she was
drinking coffee...and the coffee cup was like the ones at Misfit Music.
You know, with that really expensive East Coast brew stamped all across
the cups? The stuff that she imports into LA regardless of the cost?"
"Yes, I know the stuff. Tastes like chewin' bark." Jetta nodded. "Go
"Well...it was a fresh cup of coffee." Stormer spread her hands. "And
it mightn't mean anything at all, Jetta, but I got the impression that
she'd come from work. Yet when I asked her she said not. I dunno. I
didn't see why she'd lie to me, but I couldn't think where else the
coffee had come from."
Jetta looked puzzled.
"Nor can I." She acknowledged. "She owns the flippin' company - so what
if she wants to visit it at some ungodly hour?"
"That's what I thought." Stormer shrugged. "But I wondered if maybe she
just didn't want us to know she'd been working while we were out
"Pizzazz? Workin' at six in the morning?" Jetta swore. "This is worse
than we thought!"
Despite herself, Stormer laughed at her companion's melodrama.
"Like I said, it's probably nothing." She chided. "And she's heading
over, so drop it, okay? Last thing we need is a Misfit fight."
Jetta frowned, but said no more on the topic, and when Pizzazz rejoined
them they were discussing the shade of tights that they had been made
wear for the photoshoot.
"They're designer. Get used to it." Pizzazz put in her two cents,
dropping down between them on the dais. "Sheesh, how long is Justin
taking? And where's Roxy?"
"Roxy's gone in search of sustenance. Justin's discussing sets."
Stormer told her. "He thinks we'll be finished before four."
"Good." Pizzazz sighed. "I'm so bored I could scream. If it wasn't for
the fact that this single is gonna win us back America..."
She sent Stormer a piercing look. "At least, it better had. It's a damn
good song, but let's hope it's gonna be good enough."
Stormer met the gaze levelly.
"It will be." She said quietly. "I have faith in my music, Pizzazz.
After the number of hits I've written, you should too."
"After the number of hits I've written, you should too." She mimicked.
"Bah. Just remember whose company is backing those songs of yours,
"Woah, girl." Jetta held up her hands. "We're all tired and fed up.
Give it a rest, huh? Sooner we finish 'ere, sooner we can cut outta
'ere. We could do with the break, if you ask me. There's no shades of
grey with us at the
moment. Either we're incapacitated or we're workin' to death to catch
with ourselves. It ain't an easy timetable to keep."
"Well, it's one that's going to keep the Misfits going." Pizzazz said
"So live with it." She sighed, stretching. "Okay, enough hanging
Sooner we get back to work, sooner this is over and we can hit the
A Test Of Faith
Chapter One: Back In The Spotlight
Chapter Two: Eric's Deal
Chapter Three: Siren
Chapter Four: The Morning After
Chapter Five: Schemes
Chapter Six: Roxy Acts
Chapter Seven: Cracks