Chapter Two: Jewel's Show
"The crowd is mad out there."
Aurora Stapleton peered out between the curtains that hung across the
wings of the stage, scanning the masses of faces for one she knew. "I'm never
going to find her in all of those people. Dammit, and I wanted to know she
was here, too!"
"Who are you looking for?" Her companion, Sylvina Martescu paused, fiddling
with the strap of her sandal as she did so. "Oww, that hurts! I swear I
am never wearing sandals two sizes too small on stage again, not even if
they're the coolest thing on the planet. Did you invite someone particular?
Cameron? Oh, wait, you said she, and isn't Cam still in England? Who, then?"
"Syl, do you ever stop talking?" Aurora, or Topaz as she was better known
gave her friend an affectionate smile. "Yes, Cameron is still in England.
As for who I'm looking for...my mother. Stephen asked me to get them tickets
for the show, so I did. I just wanted to see if they were here."
"Is your mother up to that?" Sylva's blue eyes opened wide with surprise.
"I know Jewel concerts are awesome, but seriously, didn't she only have
a major operation like, six weeks ago?"
"Yes, she did." A slight shadow touched Topaz's eyes at the memory, but
it was quickly forced away. "But that was then. This is now. She's been
out of the hospital for a couple of weeks and she asked her doctor if it
would hurt her to come along. He said it might be good for her, so long
as she didn't do anything too wild and just came to listen to the music.
She's come on leaps and bounds since the surgery, Syl. You know she was up
and about less than forty eight hours after the anaesthetic, which noone
expected. The cancer seems to have halted - so far - and well, if she never
gets another chance to see me perform, I wanted her to see me tonight. They
won't stay in America forever, after all. Once the doctors give her the all
clear, she'll be back to Canada."
"True." Sylva looked thoughtful. "Well, I hope she is out there, though
you're right. In that mob of people I wouldn't be able to spot my own twin
sister, let alone an estranged parent. Come on...no point in hanging around
here. That new signing of Starlight Music's will be back to play the second
half of her set in a minute, and if I wanted to listen to someone stretching
a cat over a fire, I'd say so."
Despite herself, Topaz giggled.
"That's evil." She scolded her friend, nonetheless leading the way back
to the Jewel dressing room. "She isn't as bad as all that. I think she has
quite a nice singing voice, to be honest."
"Well, it's nothing on yours." Sylva said decidedly, oblivious to her
friend's embarrassed blush. "Which is why Jewel are headlining this show,
of course." She rummaged in her pockets.
"Think you can lend me a quarter? I'm short for the soda machine."
"Short? Syl, we only got our bonuses two days ago!" Topaz scolded, nevertheless
slipping her hand into her own pocket and finding a quarter. "Where's it
all gone?"
"Savings." Sylva said with a carefree shrug. "At least, after I bought
these sandals. Well, and this dress." An impish grin crossed her lips. "When
I tried it on, the sales clerk that was putting up the window display just
stood still and gawked at me. Like, for a full ten minutes, I swear. I had
to buy it. Guys will have their eyes on stalks, and some of us are very much
in the market."
"What happened to the new, responsible Syl?" Topaz teased, as they paused
at the soda machine for Sylva to get her drink. Sylva shrugged.
"She's here." She said finally. "Only she still has a sense of style.
Oh come on, Topaz, I'm not going to turn into a boring secretarial mouse.
I'm a rock star, not a librarian. And hell, I'm looking for a steady relationship.
How the heck do you suppose I'll get one unless I look absolutely stunning
to begin with?"
Topaz laughed.
"I think I like you just the way you are." She said, amused. "Jewel's
femme fatale, huh?"
"Nah, that's so last week." Sylva dismissed it with her hand, flipping
open her can of soda and taking a sip. "I told you. I'm serious date material
now. But I'm still a classy chick. That's just par for the course."
She held out the can. "Thirsty?"
"No, I'm good." Topaz shook her head, as they reached the dressing room
door. "And here we are. Even though we've come so far and done so much stuff,
I still get a warm feeling when I see the star on the door when we play
gigs like this."
"Jewel is fab." Sylva agreed, pushing the door open and leading the way
inside. "Though I think I always knew it would be. Do you realise that we've
been playing together forever now? It's at least five years - it must be.
Isn't that freaky? Copper's married. You've an eighteen month old little
girl..."
"Seventeen months." Topaz corrected absently.
"Whatever! You still have her. We've been all over the world, we've won
awards..."
"It really makes you stop and think, though." A third voice put in at
that moment, her soft Brummie tones giving her away as being of English
birth. "Don't you think? All the things we've done...and how long it might
last?"
"Are you going to be a pessimist, Sadie?" Sylva scolded, pulling herself
up onto the unit and casting her friend a pointed look. "Don't you know
it's bad luck to gripe before a big show? Besides, it's packed out there.
Really sold out. Who said anything about it not lasting?"
"I wasn't thinking so much of that." Sadie admitted, spreading her hands.
"I was thinking more about fame and how fickle it really is. I had an email
from Amber at the weekend, you know. Amber doesn't mince her words...but
then, you'll know all about it already, won't you?"
"All about what, exactly?" Sylva looked blank.
"Any news on the Teenangels, Sadie?" Topaz added. Sadie shook her head.
"They pretty much aren't Teenangels any more." She said simply. "That's
more or less Amber's way of looking at it. She's had a solo contract and
it's been going well for her - but the future prospects for the group? Don't
seem to be any. It's like they've just folded into dust."
She shrugged.
"But Sammi's in America, isn't she? With your Aunt? I thought you'd know,
Syl."
"Sammi and I have never been that close." Sylva shook her head. "We're
not at war these days, but I don't suppose it'd occur to her to tell me
something like this. Besides, she'd probably hate telling me her group had
imploded, especially if Amber's doing well for herself and Sammi hasn't anything
to show for it. I know I'd hate to tell her if Jewel had. Family pride, I
guess." She grimaced. "Just isn't done."
"It's sad." Topaz looked sober. "Is a year really that long a time, though?
I mean, I know in showbusiness it seems like forever, but it seems such a
waste. The Teenangels are a good act...they've had a whole load of hits in
Europe and down under, haven't they?"
"Yes...that's why it's such a wrench for them, facing facts." Sadie agreed.
"I guess I just got to thinking about what might happen if someone bought
out Misfits Music...that's all."
"That will never happen." Sylva shook her head. "Phyllis Gabor lives
and breathes that company, and she has more money than anyone on the planet.
Noone would ever be able to offer her enough money. We're safe enough."
"True...but after the fire the other summer, you do just wonder." Sadie
looked pensive.
"Enough." Topaz held up her hands, grinning. "We have a show to do, which
my Mom might or might not be there watching...so let's give the self-depression
chat a miss, huh? I don't want to feel like a damp squib when I go out
to sing."
"Sorry." Sadie looked sheepish. "Guess I have a bad habit of dwelling
on these what ifs."
"Where's Nancy and Copper, anyhow?" Sylva glanced around her. "We lost
two of our group already!"
"Helping Cynthia set up our stage show." Sadie replied. "Since Aaron is
wiring up Phyllis's new computer network, Cyn's short handed. They offered
to help out."
"And you?"
"I was told that stopping here was my best way of helping out." A rueful
look crossed Sadie's face. "I think it's because when we played the Arena
three nights ago I accidentally broke a two thousand dollar laser projector
by tripping over the cable. So I said I'd wait here and round you guys up
when you got back. Is that girl from Starlight Music still singing?"
"She was taking a break in the set when we were up there, but I think
she has a couple of numbers to go." Topaz agreed. "I don't know why she's
opening for us, when she's Starlight and we're not...but there you have
it."
"I think Jerrica Pacheco knows someone on the board." Sadie shrugged her
shoulders. "But there has been a lot of hype of late about this Daisy girl...maybe
she'll really be the next big thing."
"Did you see Nancy's expression when we got here?" Sylva demanded. "When
she saw her? Murderous intent does not define it! She looked mad as hell!"
"I think they used to go to school together. She muttered something about
it when Copper asked if she was okay." Topaz remembered. "Nancy didn't like
school too good, so that's probably why."
She glanced up at the clock on the wall, then stood.
"We should find the others and get tuned up." She observed. "It won't
be long before they want us, and with a crowd like that, I don't want to
be late on."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Sadie got to her feet, reaching for her guitar
and plectrum. "If that many people have really come to see us, we shouldn't
let them down!"
"That's the last of it."
Across the venue, the final two members of the group were busy helping
their eccentric lighting technician to set up the last of their special
stage effects. In the twenty five years since the permanent split up of
Jem and the Holograms, the high-powered computer known simply as "Synergy"
had gone through many changes. Now, in the safe care of her new friends,
she had developed the technically minded Cynthia, a projected personality
able to touch and feel as easily as a real human being. Cynthia had long
since discarded Synergy's servile programming, preferring to dictate her
own life since Jerrica had abandoned her to decay many years before, and
it was with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes that she set about fixing up
the final few wires and screws.
At length, she stood back.
"Jewel will have a good show tonight. I feel it." She said.
"Computer intuition?" Elizabeth Pelligrini, or "Copper" grinned at her.
Cynthia winked.
"Yes, perhaps. But more, with the amount of work I have put into these
lighting displays, it's a case of you living up to what I have done. If you
do not, we shall have words tonight...and so I know you will give it your
best."
"Someone's getting a power complex." Nancy Pelligrini, Copper's sister
in law by dint of that girl's marriage to her elder brother Aaron observed
dryly. Cynthia laughed.
"Maybe." She said lightly. "But more, I wish you to shine tonight. There
is a big crowd. You have much to show them."
"It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Jerrica's current
hot favourite act is out there on the stage right now?" Nancy gestured towards
the gauze curtaining, which seperated them from the stage front itself. "Because
if it is, count me in. If there was a trapdoor in the stage, I'd be hunting
for the lever right about now!"
"That's kinda harsh." Copper chided. "What did this girl actually do,
anyway? You've done nothing but mutter and groan about her since we came
back here, if I'm honest about it. What gives? You went to school with her...so?"
"So I went to school with her." Nancy's brown eyes darkened. "School,
the euphemism for hell when I was growing up."
"So what exactly did she do to get your goat?" Cynthia perched herself
on an amplifier, looking curious. "If that is indeed the correct expression.
I heard Sadie use it to her boyfriend the other week when he came over
in something of a bad mood."
"I think it's probably an understatement." Nancy grimaced. "How can I
put this. Daisy Buchan...was everything that I wasn't. And more, everything
I would never want to be. She was pretty, vapid, spiteful...captain of the
cheerleaders, co-captain of the steal Nancy's diary and read it aloud to everyone
plot...she was prom queen for senior prom, so I was told - not that I cared
enough to go. She's a bitch. When you look at her, you see bitch all over
her. And it's not just skin deep. It goes right to the bone."
She shook her head.
"I could spend all night telling you all the things she did to kids she
thought were weirdos and losers...but we'd probably miss our cue to go on,
and have to hire out the place till next January." She continued. "Suffice
it to say that she was one of the most unpleasant people I ever had to suffer
at school, and I had hoped that after graduation she'd crawled into a hovel
and focused her attentions on something she was good at - like getting laid."
"Wooh." Copper let out a low whistle. "You really liked her, then."
"As you can see." Nancy rolled her eyes. "You asked."
"I do not understand this human behaviour." Cynthia observed absently.
"Which one?" Copper looked confused.
"The act of deliberate spite towards another." Cynthia turned her violet
eyes on her friend. "I see it so strongly in some people and then, some
do not indulge in it at all. It makes it hard to interpret. I see people
do things out of anger or hurt, and this I comprehend. But deliberate spite
I do not. It seems to serve no purpose."
"No, but I don't suppose that matters." Nancy glanced at her hands. "Listen,
guys. Daisy made my life hell for four years of High School. That's all you
need to know. The scars run deep and I still hate her. I'm not thrilled about
her playing tonight, either. The fact she got any kind of a music contract
is painful enough. But she'll think she's queen of it, now. That she's gonna
be top of the pile. It's just...sickening."
"Well, she has a long way to go before she reaches that." At that moment,
Sylva joined them, Sadie and Topaz in tow. "Hasn't she finished wailing
yet? We'll never get on at this rate."
"I see someone shares your enthusiasm for her work, Nancy." Cynthia looked
amused.
"I think Syl is just impatient to show off her new dress." Topaz grinned.
Sylva shrugged.
"Well, it's stunning." She said unrepentantly. "And anyhow, Daisy doesn't
do anything for me. She's pretty and all, but wayy too over the top superficial
about it. She won't last."
"Well, you are our expert on superficial." Nancy observed dryly, but there
was no malice in her tone and she offered her bandmate a grin. "So we'll
take it as read."
"At least I'm an expert on something." Sylva responded neatly. "Well?
Are we all set?"
"More or less." Copper nodded.
"Good." Sylva looked satisfied. "Then we'll go out there and show the
crowd what real professionals can do."
"And what professional lighting equipment Misfits Music endorses." Cynthia's
eyes sparkled playfully. "Of course."
"Pretty lights don't make an act."
A strange voice interrupted the merry banter, and the girls turned to
see a woman standing in the doorway, watching them with no expression on
her face. "Raw talent and hard work...that's what makes you a star."
"Ms Pacheco." Copper eyed the fair woman carefully, then, "We were just
talking about our act."
"Yes. So I heard." The newcomer's eyes hardened. "I wasn't aware that
Misfits' Music had become so smug and complacent about their business. You
girls might be very successful, but the music industry does not allow sitting
back on laurels. You might be the big name this week. You should remember
where you began, and where you might be next week if you don't put in just
as much hard work as you did then."
"We didn't mean to offend." Copper began, but Nancy shook her head.
"We're very sorry, Ms Pacheco, but how is any of what we do your business?"
She asked quietly. "I mean, you have your employees and we're not them.
So thanks for the advice, but no thanks. We're quite able to work out what
we should and shouldn't be doing for ourselves. Though if it will put your
mind at all at rest, we've been up at four every day this week either rehearsing,
recording or playing live for something. We haven't forgotten what hard
work is quite yet."
Jerrica eyed the group for a moment, then she sighed.
"Yes, I can tell you are Pizzazz's group." She said pensively, and for
a moment there was a sense of weariness in her blue eyes. Then it was gone,
and she narrowed her gaze once more, fixing it on Nancy.
"And you are definitely Jetta's daughter." She added.
"You say that as if it's an insult." Nancy bristled.
"I'm sure it wasn't meant that way." Jerrica shook her head. "I've heard
a lot of things about you - and your musical abilities. It's just a shame,
that's all. A shame."
"What's a shame? Being a Misfit's daughter?" Sylva looked confused. "Are
you saying...?"
"I meant nothing by it." Jerrica held up her hands, though there was no
sense of regret in her expression. "I was just considering, that's all.
This is the first time I have come face to face with the much talked about
Jewel. I was interested to meet you tonight, since Daisy was opening for
you. She might not be of your public standing yet, but she works hard and
she knows what she wants. That will do. It won't take her long."
"I'm sure we'll enjoy the competition." Topaz said quietly. "It's been
very interesting for us to hear her perform, Ms Pacheco. We always like to
know what our rivals are doing. It keeps us on our toes."
"That is a good attitude to have." Jerrica's features softened into an
almost approving smile. "I have told Daisy the same thing...to always know
what is going on, and be on her toes. This is a cruel business." She glanced
around her. "Pizzazz is not with you tonight?"
"No." Nancy spoke flatly. "My mother is. She's with the organisers making
sure everything is properly authorised and signed up. She's good at things
like that. She's a big part of the reason Misfits Music does so well."
Jerrica eyed her thoughtfully.
"I didn't mean offence to your mother." She said at length.
"I took it anyway." Nancy met her gaze coldly. Jerrica sighed.
"No, it doesn't matter." She said at length. "It's all the same...whatever
I say, it doesn't matter." She shook her head. "I understand that you have
some special lighting effects worked out for tonight's show?"
"Yes, we do." Sadie agreed.
"Well, I would appreciate it if I might have a word with your lighting
engineer. Starlight Music are without at the moment, and I could use a good
recommendation from someone already in the business."
"I am Jewel's lighting engineer." Cynthia, who until that moment had kept
silent, now stepped forward from the shadows, fixing the executive with a
cool, noncommittal stare. "Though I don't know what I can tell you. I know
of no other people in this trade and I certainly could not leave my own
work here. I am afraid I am of little use to you, Jerrica. But then, that
should not come as any surprise to you."
"Cyn, shut up. We're going on soon, shouldn't you make sure everything
is safe and ready to go?" Sadie elbowed her friend, who stood her ground.
"All is checked. My equipment does not suffer imperfections."
"You're confident for such a young lady." Jerrica observed. Cynthia offered
a smile, but it did not reach her eyes.
"I am not so very young as all that." She returned, in the same condescending
tone. "This year is my thirtieth year, and I have been surrounded by such
work all of my memorable life."
"I'm surprised, then, not to have come across you before. I had no idea
it was a woman doing Jewel's stage effects." Jerrica remarked. "I should
complement you. I've read some very good reports of your work."
"Yes. It is nice to be appreciated, is it not?" There was an edge to Cynthia's
voice, and Copper grabbed her hand warningly, squeezing it. Jerrica seemed
taken aback, then she sighed.
"Yes. Yes it is." She agreed, and it was as though all the professionalism
had seeped out of her, for she shook her head, pain in her blue eyes. "But
sometimes the world isn't like that. Hard as it is."
With some effort, she seemed to raise herself.
"I don't believe you mentioned your name?"
Cynthia narrowed her eyes.
"Cynthia." She said quietly. "Though I'm surprised you don't recognise
me, for my given name is Benton...as was your own, once, when last we spoke
civil words to one another."
"Cynnie, that is enough!" Copper shook her head. "Not here, not now. You
have to concentrate, and we have to play. I can hear Daisy's finished from
the applause. We're next. No more of this! Ms Pacheco, thank you for your
advice and we're sorry if we offended you in any way. We wish you and Daisy
all the luck in the world, too. Cynthia, I think you should go back to our
dressing room. It's warm and cosy in there and you can't stay out here on
the stage with us when we play. You know that."
Cynthia opened her lips as if to speak, then she shook her head. Fixing
Jerrica with a look of pure venom, she turned on her heel and left.
Jerrica, who had been confused and taken aback by Cynthia's words, suddenly
went pale. In that last look, she had glimpsed the eyes that lay behind the
disguise, pixellated and glowing with purple light.
She shook her head.
"It can't be." She whispered. "Not again!"
"Ms Pacheco, are you all right?" Topaz looked concerned, putting a hand
on the woman's arm. Jerrica started, then shook the hand off.
"I want nothing to do with you or the machine." She said darkly. "Not
now I know what it is you do. That thing has turned...become evil. And now
I know what she's become and who's hiding her, I intend to do the right thing
about it. Mark my words, I will. Tell her...tell her what I've said. That
I know and I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago.
It's going to end. I won't be tormented by this ghost any more. Without
her, my life wouldn't be the mess it's become...she's the one to blame for
all of this. And I'm going to put an end to it. Tell her! I'm going to put
an end to it. Once and for all!"
Prologue: 1990
Chapter One: Daisy
Chapter Two: Jewel's Show
Chapter Three: Cynthia's Dilemma
Chapter Four: Jerrica Acts
Chapter Five: For The Public Good
Chapter Six: End Of An Era
Chapter Seven: A Reason To Be
Chapter Eight: Loyalties
Chapter Nine: Starlight Music
Chapter Ten: Kimber
Chapter Eleven: Consulting Aja
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