This is the first of ten individual stories for Obviously Insane's iPod challenge.
I don't have an iPod, but do have an MP3 player phone, so I decided to give it a try.
This first song is so obvious for Velma that it was easy.
I'll try my best to include characters I dont' normally write, but Amber/Corny will be here. Can't help it, sorry.
The first part in bold is the song, then onto the story.

Rich Girl – Hall and Oats

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far

Cause you know it don't matter anyway

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

It's a bitch girl, but it's gone too far

Cause you know it don't matter anyway

Say money, money won't get you too far, get you too far

And don't you know, don't you know

That it's wrong to take what he's giving you

So far gone on your own

But you can get along if you try to be strong

But you'll never be strong cause

You're a rich girl (rich girl), and you've gone too far

Cause you know it don't matter anyway (rich girl)

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man's money

It's a bitch girl (rich girl) and it's gone too far

Cause you know it don't matter anyway (rich girl)

Say money, money won't get you too far, get you too far

High and dry, out of the rain

It's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain

And don't you know that a love can't grow

Cause there's too much to give

Cause you'd rather live for the thrill of it all, oh

You're a rich girl and you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway...

Corny sat and only told what she could handle. Mother was a good Catholic woman. Kind and moral. When he had relayed the story of the audition to her, he left out the saucier parts. She would never understand a woman like he dealt with today. Mother saw things from within her own moral compass. Today was outside her realm of reality. She would be taken aback and she would insist that this job was not for him. So he left it out, told of how he sang and danced, told of how he performed perfectly and told of how Mr. Spritzer was thrilled with his young vibrant style. The show was his. It would be "The Corny Collins Show". Mother beamed at him, her Irish pride made her glow. She hugged him and scurried off to say a prayer of thanksgiving at St. Patrick's then brag to the other woman from her sewing club. She looked angelic as she adjusted her hat, and headed out the door.

Sean and Shamus looked at him with sly grins as the door slammed behind her. He put a finger up to his lips and watched her go. After a few minutes he felt that she was safely gone. He plopped down next to his brothers.

"Boys! Today I met the Devil herself!" he began.

Their eyes grew wide. Sean elbowed his seatmate without looking. "Told you there was more to this…."

Corny paused in his own dramatic way. Finally, Shamus couldn't take it anymore, "Well aren't ya gonna tell us?"

He smiled, "A she-devil she was! Beautiful and firey. Yet a devil just the same."

"Go on, go on," his brother Joseph stood in the doorway commanding as the oldest often do, "Don't stand on ceremony, lad. Tell us what happened,"

Corny knew that he held the room. Although only in his early twenties, he had worked the wedding circuit for a while. He new when he held people's attention and he made the most of it. The little band he organized was extremely successful. Many of the people from the church recognized his talent in the choir. He sang like a dream. Soon the young band, made up of his school friends were asked time and time again to perform at local weddings. From the time he was sixteen, they were good and inexpensive, a Godsend for this poor Irish neighborhood. They were performing at the church hall almost every weekend. By the time they graduated from high school, the band's reputation preceded them. Corny's smooth tones always lead the way. That's how it was at the neighborhood weddings and that's how it was at the Newland wedding where Corny met Mr. Spritzer, the bride's uncle.

Spritzer had slapped him on the back and told him that he was the talent he was looking for. Spritzer's company, Ultra Clutch was sponsoring a new dance show for the kids. Corny would be perfect as the host. He was to report to the WYZT studios Monday afternoon to meet the station manager. This would only be a formality because in Spritzer's mind, Corny had the job. However, the job and the station manager were unlike Corny had ever seen.

"I got there on time and was introduced to her." Corny began to the attentive faces., "She's a looker alright. Tall, blonde, made up like a movie star. She can certainly turn heads. Von Tussle is the name.. Velma Von Tussle."

Joseph took a seat next to the twins and leaned back, "The devil, huh? She sounds like Venus and Jane Mansfield all rolled into one."

Corny nodded, "That's what I thought. I figured with that to look at and the girls who would be dancing there, this was going to be a fine time." He grinned, " There are pretty girls and boys who are fighting pimples covered with make-up. I'd have my pick of this bunch!"

Sean put a hand to his cheek to cover the eruption there. "So what makes this woman a she-devil Corny? Don't make us wait."

He paused again. "When I met her, she looked me one over. Head tilted back, her eyes went from the top of my head right down to my shoes. She stared at me, just as cold as ice as she extended her hand. It made me shiver."

The boys looked at each other. Nothing scared Corny Collins. Nothing.

"So I did my thing and that woman pulled Spritzer into the control booth. I could see her arguing and waving her arms. In the end, Spritzer walked out and shook my hand. I had the job despite what she said. He is the sponsor after all. I'm to report Wednesday for the first rehearsal. And that's that."

"So what makes her the She-devil?" his little brother IQ was listening from the living room. "She sounds like she just doesn't like you."

"Oh she likes me alright, likes me too much." He paused again for drama and IQ ran in and plopped down.

"I was about to leave when she told me that she wanted to speak with me in her office. I followed her in and she closed the door. 'I don't like you Collins.' She said without looking at me, 'and what you need to understand is that I'm in control here. Spritzer thinks he controls this show, but I do. I own this station and now I own you. You are mine to do with as I please.' Then she walked over to me and kissed me!"

All eyes grew wide, "So what did you do?" Joseph asked,

"At first I was shocked. I didn't do anything. Then I shoved her back. I told her that I wouldn't be owned by anyone and if this was how it was going to be, I would tell Spritzer, right here and right now that this job wasn't for me."

All four sucked in their breath. "Corny! What did she do next?" IQ asked.

"She took a step back and said 'You have the job. Spritzer knows my opinion of you. Take this to him and you lose. I win. I make your life miserable for as long as you are here. Keep it between us and we will get along fine.' Then she walked out and started abusing the dancers. Screaming and waving her hands. Even her own daughter, this little blonde girl. That one snapped to attention when she walked by!"

There was silence around the table. His brothers stared at him. "What's with her?" Shamus asked.

"Mikey from church is there you know." They all nodded, "He says that she was some big beauty queen. Talks about it all the time. Seems she married a rich guy old enough to be her Grandfather. He kicked the bucket and left her rolling in dough. Who knows maybe she killed him! But no matter what, she is evil through and through." He concluded.

"So how are you going to handle her?" Joseph asked.

"I'm going to do what I've been hired to do. She doesn't own me and Spritzer is on my side. I'll be fine." He replied as he looked at the shocked faces, "Now you boys best be out doing that yard work before Ma gets back. Da will be worse than the last time if you don't get it done."

The younger Collins filed out whispering and nodding. Joseph looked at Corny. "Watch your step there. You're right, the devil is in that woman." He said as he straightened his tie, "I've got some numbers to crunch at the restaurant. I'm late already."

"See ya, Joe." Corny waved Joseph followed the boys.

Corny's mind drifted back to the office. To that woman who almost made him lose his resolve, almost made him do things he read about in those steamy novels, the things he wanted to do with the girls he met but knew that they were only for those who had taken vows. The devil almost got him.

He blushed when he thought of her hands in his trousers. He pushed it away. He did the right thing and no one would know about it. Only Father Flannigan would hear about it on Saturday when he went to confession. No one else would ever know.