I've started this journal to document my day to day life in the fast moving world of stardom. That sounds super cheese, like something a middle schooler would write, which is made worse by the fact I'm 20 years old. I'm Mary Phillips, the keyboard player for The Misfits, better known under my stage name, Stormer.

Across the world, young and even elder fans alike would die at the chance to be a Misfit. They are constantly in awe of us, like we are the holy prophets, looking down upon our fans with a sense of pride. Except that's not the truth, of course. "Peasants!" is what Roxy proclaims our fans to be, or "Mere mortals" is Pizzazz's preferred terminology. Plus, no matter what the other three girls believe them self to be, we are just four ordinary young women, catapulted to stardom thanks to the hefty wallet of Mr Gabor. Still, I digress...

That's actually another reason why I started this journal. The other Misfits are too much to handle sometimes. Actually, scratch that, the majority of the time would be more accurate. Jetta's constantly moaning about the States, disgustedly comparing US delicacies to her beloved fish and chips in "good ol' Blighty".
She has little respect for our culture in general, to be honest. I remember when The Misfits visited The Whitehouse to give an impromptu performance of our number "Star Spangled Fantasy". Obviously this was my take (I wrote the lyrics, of course!) on the American national anthem. Jetta didn't even want to partake, remarking that the Star-Spangled Banner "hasn't got nothin'!" on God Save the Queen. Despite this, once Pizzazz explained that the President himself would be witnessing our performance, she eventually decided she would perform.
Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that she can cause a major scandal in an instant, I think Pizzazz would have made sure she deported back to the UK months ago. (Flashback to the time she stole Kimber's journal and sent it to the editors of Cool Trash magazine to be published, I can only pray that never happens to my journal...).
Pizzazz still remains her bratty and irritable self. We had a meeting last week with our manager, Eric Raymond. When he proceeded to tell us our newest album, entitled "Gone Wild!" hadn't met sale expectations, she screamed so loudly that I swear the walls began to shake! Roxy, Jetta and I watched her intently, half with concern and half with amazement, as Pizzazz began to turn as red as a chilli pepper. She reached down, removed her right stiletto and launched it at full pelt ,narrowly missing Eric's face by inches. Jetta could barely stifle her laughter and I heard Roxy let out a snigger. "YOU BETTER SORT THIS OUT ERIC, OR I'LL MAKE SURE DADDY GETS TO DEAL WITH YOU!" Pizzazz yelled spitefully. "You know, Pizzazz ,I seem to recall it was YOU who delayed our recording sessions by several hours each day. Same as it was YOU who fired the sound guy, just because you were being greedy in your position of authority!" Eric remarked fairly calmly. Pizzazz ignored what he said, as usual, proceeding to yell regardless. Honestly, I don't know what she expected, when she forced me to write songs with titles such as "Revenge of the Sins" and "Crush You Down". Hardly matches the wholesome goodness of the Holograms songs from their latest hit album, with titles such as "Lovin' You Until the End of Time" and "Forever Faithful".
Meanwhile, Roxy's brash and abusive attitude is getting progressively worse and worse. She very nearly got arrested today. Roxy, Jetta, Pizzazz and I were passing Starlight House, where Jerrica Benton and her sisters care for orphaned girls. It was a warm and benevolent day, and the Starlight Girls were out playing volleyball on the front lawn. "Ugh. C'mon girls, move it, before I gag all over this "bonding" bore fest" spat Pizzazz, a look of disgust on her face. Unfortunately, this is when Roxy noticed a certain Starlight girl. Ashley.

One day, a couple years back now, before Jetta joined us, Ashley ran away from Starlight House. She tried to get into a club The Misfits were performing at. She repeatedly insisted she was friends of ours (untrue, we barely even knew of her, other than the fact she was one of the girls under Jerrica's care) but the guard still refused her entry. Pizzazz managed to overhear this conversation and, thinking of only herself, as usual, she decided to allow Ashley in to use her for her own benefit. Roxy went along with it, as did I initially, although very reluctantly. Pizzazz and Roxy treated her like a slave, while I shied away on the sidelines, a deep pang of guilt eating away at me. Back then, I was too weak and afraid to stand up for myself in front of Pizzazz. I just conformed and agreed with everything she said, constantly worrying that I'd be kicked out of the band.
A few hours later, The Misfits were due to perform. Cruelly, despite all of Ashley's hard work and perseverance, Pizzazz and Roxy locked her in a chest so she couldn't come out during our performance. Absolutely disgusting! I knew I had to do something, even if it meant facing the wrath of Pizzazz. When the other two girls left, I hung back. I unlatched the rusting lock on the battered chest. "Shh. It's Stormer, Ashley" I whispered. I had great intentions of freeing her. Unluckily, I hadn't realised Pizzazz and Roxy had come back. "I knew you'd gone soft!" scoffed Pizzazz. "You're either with us or against us" "I'm sorry, Ashley" I regretted. I desperately wanted to free her but I had no choice. It was heartbreaking forcing myself to walk away, as she screamed my name in vain.
However, the next day, we managed to get to know each other better. Pizzazz tried to frame Jem for a crime she didn't commit, the police even arrested her! However Ashley and I knew this was wrong, and anonymously, we told the police the truth and Jem was rightly freed. To this day, Pizzazz still doesn't know it was Ashley and I who foiled her plan.

So, as you can probably tell, I have quite a soft spot for Ashley, even though I haven't spoken to her since.
When Roxy spotted and began to approach Ashley, I knew this was going to end terribly.
"Well if it isn't that chump who tried to help us sabotage the Holograms!" marvelled Roxy. "Allie, wasn't it?"
"Ashley" I quickly corrected her.
"Of course you'd remember that. You let her fawn all over you like a lost puppy." Pizzazz rolled her eyes spectacularly. "She was just a kid yet you didn't even develop a backbone. You let her push you around!"
"I did not!" I protested angrily. "YOU and Roxy were the ones treating her like scum.

Locking her inside a chest! That's child abuse!" I fumed.
"Bloody hell, it's all going down over 'ere!" Jetta mused excitedly.
Pizzazz smirked at Jetta, before diverting her attention away from me and back to Roxy, who was now grabbing on the railings outside Starlight House. She peered inwards with suspicious intent in her eyes.
"Come here, kid! Yeah, I mean you Ashley, you little brat!"
"Oh no" I thought, my heart sinking internally.
Ashley, who had just hit the ball to the opposite side of the volleyball net, turned towards us. A look of surprise took over her face before quickly being replaced by sudden fear.
"I said, COME HERE!" yelled Roxy.
"Roxy, just leave her alone!" I fumed, but Roxy paid no attention to me.
Silence fell over the volleyball court as the Starlight Girls were looking at each other worried and confused. Krissie was the first to react. "I'll go and get Jerrica!" she proclaimed, running towards the door to Starlight House. "Wait for me!" exclaimed Terri, quickly following behind her.
"Pfft, and what's she gonna do?" Roxy laughed, raising an eyebrow.
Ashley then began to walk over slowly towards the fence, where Roxy stood behind.
"Jerrica is a better person than you'll ever be" remarked Ashley. "She is a selfless and kind person; all you ever did was use me!"
"Oh, Jerrica this, Jerrica THAT! She's no sweetheart" Roxy spat.
"Yeah, she's got no class!" added Pizzazz.
"No class? She doesn't get involved in drama yet still manages to care for us, and manage Starlight Music. All you guys do is cause fights and make terrible music!" yelled Ashley.
Roxy launched both her hands through the fence, grabbing Ashley's throat. Her long and pointy lime green dug furiously into Ashley's neck.
Ashley let out a small yell, desperately trying to struggle away from Roxy hands clasped around her neck.
It was at this exact moment when Krissie and Terri made their return, fronted by Jerrica. The trio ran towards Ashley, and Jerrica looked beyond shocked. She quickly pulled Roxy's hands off Ashley, then kneeled down to her level.
"Ashley" said Jerrica, her voice shaking. "Are you ok?"
Ashley nodded, trembling. She looked like she was going to cry.
"Girls, get inside, all of you. Quick!" commanded Jerrica.
The Starlight Girls immediately obliged and ran inside. Krissie and Terri wrapped their arms around Ashley.
When she was certain every girl had got inside, Jerrica turned back to Roxy. She looked absolutely livid.
"WHAT do you think you're playing at!" she yelled, immensely angry. "How dare you even lay hands on one of my innocent girls. You were basically strangling her, she could have died!"
"More's the pity" smirked Roxy sarcastically, and Pizzazz laughed.
"Your behaviour is abhorrent and immature" fumed Jerrica.

"I ought to call the police and get you arrested for child abuse,Roxy"
"Well, you can try..." began Jetta.
"But as our hit song says..." continued Pizzazz.
"You can't catch me!" yelled Roxy, and they all ran off giggling.
I stopped for a moment, mouthing "I'm sorry" directly to Jerrica.
Jerrica sighed "Stormer, you really need to get away from those girls. You're welcome here anytime, I'm sure Kimber would be thrilled to see you".
It was true. You see, one time I actually did leave The Misfits, and Kimber left the Holograms. We were both fed up of the way our bands were treating us, and together we became a musical duo. We only released a single EP, "Back to Back" with the song "I'm Okay", but it actually went double platinum. Sometimes I wish we were still together.
"It's...it's just difficult" I murmured, looking down towards the ground with a guilty expression.
Jerrica shook her head sadly and I ran off, on pursuit of the other Misfits.

Now I'm finally home. It's only 10pm but I'm heading to bed already, tomorrow is a busy day. The Misfits have a concert tomorrow in California, so we will need to leave pretty early. We also need to fit in rehearsal time, and boy, do some of us need it...
Until tomorrow...
Stormer.