Fanfiction : Television : A Peace Of The Bands



A/N: FINALLY, an update to this fic! This chapter is written by my new co-author, Cade Buchanan! Enjoy! - dj

2: Masks

Stormer and Pizzazz strode confidently into the make-up room set deep within the stadium they were due to perform at that night, immediately assistants and make-up artists set upon them.

"How would you like your make up done tonight Miss Pizzazz?" one assitant asked, ushering her into a swivel chair before a mirror. "Slashes, or something less dramatic?"

"Less dramatic?" scoffed Pizzazz "Why would I want something less dramatic? I'm a Misfit! Right Stormer?"

Stormer had been ushered into a chair metres away, failing to reply and looking in the other direction, Pizzazz set her steely gaze upon her.

"Something wrong Stormer?" Pizzazz questioned menacingly.

"I can't do it," Stormer whispered ashamedly.

"Can't do what?" Pizzazz asked, angered, and well aware of what Stormer was referring to.

"It's too soon," Stormer replied weakly "I don't have the energy, I miss her, I miss her Pizzazz,"

Pizzazz turned and looked in the mirror at her reflection as the make-up artists began their work on her face.

"We'll do fine," Pizzazz replied confidently "By the way, Stormer wants her make up loud and bold,"

A make-up artist began applying mascara to Stormer's eyes.

"I'm sorry Miss, I can't do it,"

Annoyed, Pizzazz turned to look at the assitant. "Can't do what?"

"I can't apply the make up," the assistant replied nervously. "Not when she's crying,"

Stormer turned to look at Pizzazz, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "I can't go on tonight Pizzazz,"

The assistants paused, not sure what to do as Pizzazz stared at Stormer long and hard, before turning back to look at her own make-up free face in the mirror's reflection.

"We have to go on, the Misfits are strong," Pizzazz murmered to herself more than anyone else in the room. "The Misfits are strong,"

Stormer's shoulders began to shake as she put her head down, sobbing uncontrollably. An assistant went to put her hand on her shoulder, but paused, looking at Pizzazz as though for permission. Pizzazz stared, cold and unyielding at the sobbing girl.

"I want to speak to Stormer alone," Pizzazz demanded suddenly, waving her arm and dismissing the make-up assitants, sending them rushing out of the room.

"I miss her," Stormer sobbed "Pizzazz I miss her,"

Pizzazz stood up and stepped slowly behind Stormer, resting her hands lightly on Stormer's shoulders and staring at Stormer in the mirror.

"There are no time for tears Stormer, we have a show to do, this concert will send our career through the roof. You know it and I know it, there can be no mistakes tonight Stormer, the Misfits do not make mistakes"

"Okay Pizzazz," Stormer sighed stifling her tears "I am a Misfit, we are strong,"

"That's my girl," Pizzazz smiled "Make-up!"

The make-up assistants hurried back into the room.

"Make her make-up BOLD as I said," Pizzazz snapped.

The make-up assistants set about Stormer quickly, one motioned for Pizzazz to sit but she waved them away quickly.

"I will be back in a second," Pizzazz declared before walking out of the room. Outside, she strode down a small coridoor into the ladies room, moving into a cubicle she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, before locking it quickly.

"I am Pizzazz of the Misfits, and I am strong," she breathed quietly to herself. Taking deep breaths she repeated the line again, seconds later she found she was unable to control the great gasping sobs that emitted from her body. Collapsing to the ground she clawed at the air almost hysterically as she gasped "God help me" over and over again.

Suddenly the sound of the ladies room door opening startled her and she leap to her feet stifling the grief that was overcoming her. Moments later one of the make-up assitants voices could be heard tentatively.

"Uh Miss Pizzazz? We really need to do your make-up if you are to be ready in time for the show,"

The cubicle door sprang open to reveal a menacing looking Pizzazz.

"Of course," Pizzazz snapped marching past the assistant and back towards the make-up room. "The Misfits are strong, there is no time for mistakes, and we have a show to do,"

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