You've never heard of me. I'm just a guy in the merchandise trade.
I hate it. Kids today - no attention span. Move from one pop brat to another before you can print a t-shirt.
Take this girl. She was everywhere. Poster in every locker. I barely kept up with the demand for her tat.
I'd just got in a shipment of trademarked t-shirts and toys and tongue studs, commemorating her world-wide concert - and her fad just blew over. Over night. No warning.
What am I meant to do with all this goth-punk junk now? Everyone's forgotten this 'Ember'.