Chapter 2

"What… the… FUCK!"

The Misfits were seated around Pizzazz's big screen TV, watching Lindsey Pierce's show… and Pizzazz was about to see if a remote could fly.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me! Starlight Music just got a new shitty rock group! Thorvald Eriksson and the… the what?!"

"The Einherjar are very quickly making a name for themselves with their debut album, featuring heavy metal based around Norse mythology."

"Vikings," said Jetta, "bloody cliché, isn't it, Stormer?"

Stormer smiled as she stared at the screen.

"Stormer?"

Stormer sighed. Thorvald was talking about going on tour, and Stormer's heart was beating a mile a minute. Sure, Thorvald's Minnesota accent was a bit thick, but his blonde hair stuck out to her. It was cut short… he probably wore a wig onstage… and his eyes had a spark to them. Oooh… his eyes!

"Stormer!" Pizzazz barked, snapping her fingers.

"Oh! Uh… yeah, sure… cliché. Right."

"Oh hold on! Don't tell me!" Pizzazz drawled. "You like this guy!"

"So Starlight Music has the Holograms" said Thorvald, "that's great. But Jerrica was lookin' for somethin' to reach a more, ah… masculine demographic as well. So she listened to us performing at The Scene and picked us up. I'm flattered, really. Now let's get some gold records, yah?"

"So… you have some words about the Misfits?" Lindsey asked.

"Oh you mean the Nitwits? Sure."

"What?!" Pizzazz cried.

"We even got nicknames for 'em. Stormer, we just call her Blue 'cause of her hair… can't bash her; she's a fantastic lyricist and a solid human being."

Stormer blushed, her heart beating even faster.

"Let's see, you got Roxy, she's real stubborn so we call her Rockhead."

Roxy gasped. "You pricks!"

"Jetta is Volkswagen."

Jetta nearly spat out her beer. "Oy, Excuse you!" She cried. "Wanker!"

"Pizzazz, well… we just call her dear old…"

All the band members said at the same time… "Pizza!"

Pizzazz let out a long, angry roar and abruptly stood up. "PIZZA?!" she screamed. "I'll turn you into street pizza, you shit head! And w…". She now noticed the girl sitting with the band. "Is that… Clash?! I thought she woulda killed herself!"

Clash smiled. "Hey if Pizza and the Nitwits wanna toss me out, that's on them," she said in response to Lindsey's last question. "I got all I need right here."

"We gotta get her back! How the hell are we gonna upstage Jem and the Whore-la-grams without our spy?!"

"I could try," said Roxy.

"No way, you'd say something too nasty. I'm gonna send… awww shit this is gonna suck… Stormer."

Stormer shrugged. "I could try it… if it's for the group." She squared her shoulders and headed to her room. She closed the door, flopped on her bed, and, knowing it would mean meeting Thorvald, whispered an excited, "Yesss!"