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Bad, baby... [Jul. 21st, 2006|12:49 pm]
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Baby I want you bad
so be my baby, bad baby
Baby I need you bad
so don't say maybe, baby
Be my bad baby
Baby I want you bad
be my baby, baby



Mari knew the song was complete garbage, but as it played in the background of a jeans commercial on television, she smiled to herself anyhow. Marketing was everything, and this was what sold. Sometimes she regretted 'selling out', but then she remembered what it had been like to be strung out in a shitty hotel eating saltine crackers and ketchup packets for dinner. Using her voice and her body to sell this mindless pop to the masses was a form of prostitution, sure - but it paid well. And everybody loved her! Her name in lights, on billboards and in magazines. Everywhere, it was MARI - she was one of the big one-words, like Madonna and Cher. It didn't matter if her real name wasn't Mari - it no longer mattered what her name had been. She'd left that behind on the streets of Cleveland.

And she'd been happy - at least, what passed for happiness in the form of stuff. It was hard to be unhappy - for one thing, she didn't have time. There was always another video to film, another song to record, another hand to shake and and other dance to choreograph. And then, there was Mike... who true to his own stage name, had made her blue. She knew that they only had a publicity arrangement, maybe at most a bit of friendship and camaraderie underneath the surface - but lately she'd been hoping that maybe it was something real. And coming to this real town with him, this Grace Grove he'd come from - she wondered if maybe there wasn't a chance after all. Mari hadn't spent a lot of time in small towns, ever. Never had much use for them, really. But this place... there was something about it. Something that made her ache for a life that she'd never known with a man she wasn't sure even wanted her for real.

Well, there was just one thing to do about that- the same thing she did about every other troubling thought that came into her mind. She pushed it back down, put on her best smile, and picked up the phone. The new band had the spark - and with any luck they'd do something that neither Mari or Blue had succeeded at - keeping genuine. And she was going to do a bit of helping that along. She dialed the number, wasn't disappointed that she got voicemail.

"Hello! Clive, darling! It's Mari - of course, you know that, don't you? I have a message for you... from me, and Blue and oh, I suppose Sound and Furious wants a hand in it too. Are you ready? Here it is..."

Mari held the phone like a mic and sang into it in her sweetest voice -

"Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah ! Hey hey hey, goodbye....."
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