Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Jem. The rights to Jem and all of its characters are owned by Hasbro / Sunbow / Christy Marx except for my OC Glenn Danson. No reference to other series in this one,
The Misfits Are Born
"Well not that your life story isn't fascinating, but what does that have to with the Misfits?" Kimber asked.
"I was just getting to that. Like I said, it was my sophomore year in at USC. I knew that day I wanted to make Pizzazz a star, I just didn't know how yet. So I focused again on my studies. Until 6 month later in my junior year at USC. I was wrapping my radio show, Pizzazz was there. I told her I had a big surprise for her."
September 1983
"Come on Glenn, let's get going to this so called great place you were blabbing about all week."
"Okay but I have one condition."
"What?"
Glenn and Pizzazz are on Glenn's motorcycle, Glenn was driving, with Pizzazz on the back holding onto him, wearing a blindfold. As they were riding the bike, Pizzazz was screaming "Glenn how the hell did I let you talk me into this?"
They finally arrived at their destination, they get off the motorcycle, Glenn takes off Pizzazz's blindfold.
"Here we are, the Tinsel Town Club, the hottest club in town. Many greats have been discovered here. It has been nicknamed the CBGBs of the west."
"Whatever, let's go" she grabbed his hand and dragged him into the door. Some things never change.
The door man was telling everyone to wait their turn, Glenn gestured to him. He took one look at him, and signaled to let Glenn and Pizzazz in the club.
"Wow Glenn, you got us in just like that."
"What can I say, I know people." Glenn said in a trying to act like a big shot way. Glenn is usually a modest man, who is not one to show off. But once in a while, he liked to show off a bit, especially for Pizzazz.
They entered the club, had a few drinks and were enjoying themselves. The band that night was a band called "The Bullets", they weren't particular good. The singer a long haired dark haired man was just screaming the lyrics, hard to understand, he was probably stoned. His backing musicians didn't seem to have any passion in their performance. All except the bass player, she had unbelievable energy and passion almost double as the rest of the band, and had an attitude about her, that told the crowd not to mess with her. Some of the audience was throwing bottles at the Bullets, Glenn noticed that some fans were going to throw bottles at the white haired bass player, before they could, she gave them a look, and they instead throw the bottles at the drummer.
"They suck" Pizzazz said. "Is this some of the great bands that get discovered that you told me about Glenn?"
"Yes exactly" Glenn responded. Pizzazz gave him a puzzled look. Glenn pointed to the bass player.
"Look at her Pizzazz, under all these mediocrity, is her. That energy, that passion, that attitude, she could go places. She could be what we need. Tell me what you think?" Glenn said with a smile on a face, that only meet he had an idea.
"I admit she is good. But what do we need her for?"
"What I have been plotting, since you sang on my radio show."
Later that night, The Bullets set was over. Glenn and Pizzazz were hanging around the club, when they heard an argument brewing. The Bullets bass player and the club manager were arguing.
"Where is my cut?" the bass player demanded.
"You know, drinks and damages caused by your performance will be deducted in your pay, with the damages you caused by destroying my stage, and the drinks you had, you owe me $50.00" the club manager said.
"What, when did you tell me that?" she asked.
"It is in the contract you signed, you should read the fine print."
"What did you say?" she said with anger in her eyes. "That said, I am going to…"
"Wait" Glenn interrupted. "It is all right, here is the money she owes you." Glenn said, handing the club manager a $50 bill, "And here is to cover any future costs." Glenn handed him more cash.
"Okay that is cool" the club manager said. He looked at bass player and said "Your lucky, but next time honor you contract" he said as he walked away. The bass player was about to attack him again, when Glenn stopped her.
"Please don't" Glenn said, "but he is right, you should read your contracts more carefully."
"Ah, why?" she said with a look of shame.
Glenn knew what was going on now. "I get it, you can't read." the woman looked away from him. "It is okay, No need to be embarrassed."
"What she can't read." Pizzazz said, finally contributing to the conversation. And I thought I did bad in school"
"How do you like it, if I show you how bad I am" the girl said pointing her fist at Pizzazz.
"Calm down, she didn't mean anything by it." Glenn said, as he tried to change the subject. "Anyway we thought you rocked the house tonight."
"Are you kidding, we suck" she responded.
"I didn't say your band rocked the house, I just said you did. You are very talented. You really bring energy and passion to your work. Not only do you have raw talent, but an attitude to match, not to mention beauty." the girl blushed at that compliment. "But with all due respect, I don't know why you waste your time with those losers."
"What choose do I have, I have to make a living somehow."
"Well your luck just may change. What is your name?" Glenn asked
"My name is Roxy Pellegrini. But people just call me Roxy, and they better if know what's good for them."
"Roxy my name is Glenn Danson and this here is Pizzazz Gabor. We are starting a band of our own, and I think you are perfect to be our bass player."
"Wait Glenn may I speak to you for a moment?" Pizzazz said. "We are starting a band? No one told me, and you never asked me about her."
"I did ask you about her before remember, and you said she was good. And ever since I know you, you said you wanted to become world famous, to leave up to the name Pizzazz and show the world what a star you are. Don't tell me you have forgotten."
"I haven't forgotten Glenn. I will never forget" Pizzazz said with vengefulness in her voice.
"You are a great singer Pizzazz. That is your ticket to achieving that goal. And you need a band, and she is perfect for us."
"Okay I suppose your right."
Glenn and Pizzazz brought their attention back to Roxy. "You two finally finished with your little tea party."
"Okay enough stalling. Are you in or not?" Pizzazz asked. I will not beg to the likes of you. If that is what you are waiting for."
"You got guts talking to me like that" Roxy responded. "I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Okay I am in."
"Great" Glenn said. "And don't worry about contracts again. As long as I am around, I will take care of that for you, and I will make sure, no one takes advantage of you."
"Gee thanks".
Glenn smiled, step one of his self imposed destiny of making Pizzazz's dream of stardom was complete.
"I had Roxy in the fold, but I knew we needed more. So for the next month we put ads in talent and music publications, I set up a word of mouth to everyone at the Tinsel Town Club, finally setting up an open auditions at my apartment for what would be the final piece to our band."
October 1983
"Next" Pizzazz said. "So far, nothing but no talents and freakos."
"Yeah nothing but losers" Roxy said.
"And even the rare talented ones we find, you two have personality clashes with." Glenn responded.
"They need to realize I am the star of this band" Pizzazz said.
"And I am the star musician" Roxy said.
"Chill out, a band is supposed to a union towards a common goal. You all suppose to compliment each other's talent, not a competition with each other. But I agree with you guys, so far I have seen no one I like. We need someone to compliment you guys, ideal someone that balances Roxy hard edge wild playing style."
"What is wrong with someone like me?" Roxy said in an angry tone.
"Nothing, just we need someone to balance what we already have. Someone who plays with a little more sensibility and more polished sound." Glenn responded.
"Whatever, polish somlish" Pizzazz said.
"I need to get some air" Glenn said, as he walked out.
Glenn walked over 10 blocks, when he heard singing and guitar playing. There he saw a blue haired young woman looked no older than 17 or 18 years old, singing a folk song with acoustic guitar and an open guitar case singing for money. Glenn approached the young woman.
"Very good" Glenn said as he throw some dollar bills into the guitar case, "You are very talented."
"Thank you" the woman said politely.
"You know I can help you make some real money, and become a big star."
"Real money, big star, my brother warned me about people like you, I am not that kind of girl."
"No I don't mean that, I manage a rock band. We are looking for a new member, and I think you are exactly what we need."
"Really, you're not putting me on?"
"No, I am serious. I can tell, you are musical gifted, not to mention beautiful." the woman blushed at that remark. "I want you to come with me and meet the rest of the band. You need their approval first, but I am sure I can convince them of what I know all ready."
"I don't know" she started to think over of what was just said, "What the hell, okay I'll give it a try."
"Good, I know this is meant to be. By the way, do you play any other instruments?"
"Yes I do, I can play a variety of instruments. Name it, I can play it. But what I really love to play is keyboards."
"Keyboards hmm, I think keyboards is the instruments we need. By the way, my name is Glenn Danson, nice to meet you." Glenn put out his hand. "What is your name?" The woman put out her hand, and they shook hands.
"My name is Mary Phillips, nice to meet you."
Glenn looked over this girl. She seemed very kind and sweet. She seemed very familiar to Glenn, but he couldn't figure out why. But none the less, he had found his missing piece. Now came the hard part, selling that to Pizzazz and Roxy.
Glenn and Mary arrived at Glenn's apartment where Pizzazz and Roxy was waiting.
"There you are. The auditions were hopeless, we couldn't find anybody during your little break." Pizzazz said, obviously not amused that Glenn bailed on their auditions.
"Who is this pipsqueak?" Roxy asked referring to the woman that was with Glenn.
"This is what we have been looking for. I like you to meet Mary Phillips."
"Nice to meet you" Mary said.
"Nice to meet you" Pizzazz in a mocking tone. "Glenn is little miss goody goody is what you had in mind for our band? If so, you have flipped your led, if you think she will fit in."
"Yeah we are rock band, not a folk group." Roxy chimed in.
"I respectively, disagree. Mary is a well polished musician. She can play multiple instruments, including the keyboards. I believe her keyboard playing is exactly what this band needs."
"My keyboards can synthesize a drum beat, so we don't need a drummer" Mary said, trying to sell her usefulness to Pizzazz and Roxy.
"Glenn" Pizzazz said in a protesting tone.
"Listen, why don't you girls just play together right now, and hear how you sound? What do you got to lose?" Glenn suggested.
"Well, all right if it means that much to you" Pizzazz responded. "But I am telling you, you are wasting your time."
"Okay fine, but as long as miss multiple instrument player knows, I am the bass player, and not to forget it" Roxy said.
"Got it" Mary said in a frightful tone.
With Pizzazz on vocals and lead guitar, Roxy on bass, and Mary on keyboards played "X-Offender". They were perfectly in sync, Glenn had the same thought, when Pizzazz sung on his college radio show, the thought that he was hearing something special. He felt vindication.
After the performance, "Wow, I thought we sounded great" Mary said.
"Not bad, not bad at all. Way better than anything The Bullets ever did, but that is not saying much" Roxy said.
"I thought you girls sounded great." Glenn said. "What do you think Pizzazz?"
All eyes were now on Pizzazz waiting to hear her verdict. Glenn, Mary, and now even Roxy were hoping for a positive response.
She finally responded "Great, did you say great? Are you kidding, great is not good enough word for how we sounded. We need to invent a new word for our much our performance kicked ass."
Everyone in the room rejoiced in excitement, when Pizzazz said those words.
"But one problem, Mary is not a cool enough name for our band. We need to find you a name that is suitable to you. Believe me I know, after all Pizzazz is not my real name, and who knows Roxy's real name."
"Yeah your right" Roxy responded.
"I guess so" Mary responded.
"Glenn what should her name be?" Pizzazz asked.
"Can't help you, that is something, you girls have to decide on for yourselves" Glenn responded.
"Okay, Mary do you have any nicknames?" Pizzazz asked.
"Well my brother used to call me Mar."
"No, that won't work" Pizzazz said. Our band should represent something that explodes and changes a sunny day into a storm. Wait I got it."
"Got what?" Mary asked.
"From now on, you are Stormer" Pizzazz said.
"Stormer? Stormer, I like the sound of that" Mary responded.
"Good than it is decided from this day forward your name is Stormer" Pizzazz said.
"Okay Pizzazz" the newly named Stormer responded.
"Speaking of names" Glenn said. "We still don't have a name for the band. What will you call yourselves?"
"How about the Call Girls" Roxy suggested.
"Angels Of Destructions" Pizzazz suggested.
"No no, those names are too controversial for mainstream appeal."
"The Cutie Cats" Stormer suggested.
"The Cutie Cats?" Pizzazz and Roxy said at the same time.
"I rather be dead, than called a cutie cat" Roxy responded.
"Just a suggestion" Stormer said.
"Okay girls focus" Glenn said. "Tell you what, let's call it a day, you girls just go home, while I clean up around here. It will take me a couple of days to clean up the mess you misfits made."
"What did you say?" Pizzazz asked. "I like that, Glenn you're a genius."
"What did he say that was so brilliant Pizzazz?" Roxy asked.
"Yeah, I am lost, he just said he is going to clean his apartment" Stormer said.
"No, the band name, the Misfits" Pizzazz said.
"Yeah the Misfits, I like the sound of that" Roxy said.
"The Misfits sounds great to me" Stormer said.
"The Misfits? It has a certain edge to it, and not to controversial for the mainstream." Glenn said. "Okay let's put it to vote" Glenn said. "All in favor of all calling the band the Misfits raise your hand."
Pizzazz, Roxy, Stormer, and Glenn all raised their hand in approval.
"Than it is unanimous" Pizzazz said. "Girl from this day forward, we are the Misfits."
End Of Chapter
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