Chapter 12: Cleaning House
"Alright, Jessica. You win. You can have Starlight Records. But me- I'm taking the money with me." Eric growled.
"What-"
"I'm leaving and taking the Misfits. We're going to start our own company."
As if on cue, Pizzazz, Stormer and Roxy walked in.
"That's right- we'll start our own label!" Pizzazz sneered.
"With blackjack and hookers!" Roxy added.
"And greater creative lib-" Stormer began.
Eric Raymond glared viciously at the blue-haired Misfit.
"Look, you've got another few weeks on your contract. Can't you three stick-"
Eric and the Misfits got up and left.
"-it out?" Jessica finished, feeling the beginnings of a headache.
Surveying the empty room, Jessica reached into her desk and removed an old tape player. Next to it lay a cassette labeled "MY FIRST MIXTAPE- JERRICA BENTON, AGE SIX. 06/01/1997."
Good times. she thought as she put the headphones to her ears and hit "Play".
"A place where nobody dared to go/the love that we came to know/they call it Xanadu!" she sang as the tape played.
"So, how are we going to start our own label?" Stormer asked as the Misfits left the Starlight Building.
Eric Raymond hemmed and hawed, trying to dance around the question.
"Where are we going to get the starting capital?" she continued.
Pizzazz reached into her purse and removed a cell phone.
"Hello, daddy dearest. It's me, your darling daughter." she spoke.
GABOR MANSION, BEVERLEY HILLS:
"Phyllis, you've got me at a bad time. Masterpiece Theatre is on, and it's the Patrick Stewart version of Macbeth-"
"Dad, I need a music label. It's work related this time, I swear."
"Very well, Phyllis. Just give me a few days for the paperwork."
