Although many people believed Coco to be a woman -well, more like young adult- of high standards and refined tastes, the truth was another. Sure, she was a wiz at everything fashion and played a mean bass, but beyond that there was nothing out of the ordinary from her. She loved Saturday morning cartoons since she was eight years old; she still watched them in her pajamas every weekend. The simple thought of a McColt’s Wonder Burger -with classic sauce of course- made her stomach growl in hunger; and last, but not least, even when everyone believed that Coco Pommel was the epitome of vogue and vanguard and would never drink any coffee except the overpriced and overhyped ones sold at the hipster machine that was Starbucks, the truth was that the coffee she always drank came from a bag. Yes, her daily cappuccino was an instant brew that it only had to be poured into a cup of water.
Taking a large sip of the beverage and feeling the way it warmed her up and made her brain work at all cylinders, Coco Pommel arrived at the new headquarters of her new endeavor and prepared herself for the kind of pandemonium and chaos that usually followed each and every one of their meetings.
The amount of chaos and rage that could be unleashed on the innocent civilians outside of the building never failed to bring a smile to Coco’s face. As a woman born and raised in Manehattan she was more than used to screaming, sour moods and people ready to drop everything and fight in the middle of the street, that was probably the one reason why she never really found anything bizarre in the way her band mates behave every single time she saw them.
Of course, that she was used to something like that did not mean that she was immune to a chair being thrown into the air in her direction once she opened the door to the meeting room/record studio. With something that sounded like it came from a scared mouse, Coco ducked under the posh wooden chair being careful not to throw or spill her beverage on the linoleum floor.
Once Coco checked that no more furniture will fly right at her, the girl put attention to everyone present. On a couch, looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened was a girl with a golden hair that seemed to have light blue highlights on it; the highlights were new since Coco didn’t remember seeing them two days ago. Lighting Dust was lounging in the sofa with her now classic bomber jacket on her and her iPod on one hand, obviously watching a video and zoning out the rest of the world.
Another girl was and about and her hair looked like a cat that was ready to defend itself. For some reason Gilda always reminded Coco of a cat; that or a bird of prey considering the talons she had for nails. The amount of make-up that the taller girl always had made it seem as if she had markings around her eyes and those same eyes were looking at their ‘glorious’ leader with a glare so caustic it could melt steel.
The so called leader was now panting in an effort to recover her breath after one of her usual epic tirades. Her long green -natural of course- hair reached to her ankles and was right now straight, although considering the amount of times The Changelings changed hairstyles it wouldn’t remain like that for long. Chrysalis was probably the palest woman Coco had ever met, and the way her elongated fangs made her look when she was mad was enough to send less brave people running for the hills. Thankfully Coco knew that Chrysalis would never hurt another person -not that she wanted to test her theory- and she had very little to fear from the one woman that called the shots on the band.
Once Chrysalis realized who she was about to hit with the chair the rest of her anger vanished and something that could misinterpreted as guilt appeared for a second on her face before the annoyed look returned to the pale girl.
“You are late!”
“I didn’t know we had a meeting this morning,” Coco answered back with all the patience she could muster after dealing with Chrysalis first time in the morning. The green haired girl simply snorted knowing that there was no way she could win against Coco and her damn stupid way in which she made Chrysalis calm down. She didn’t want to calm down, she wanted to scream at someone until that same someone fixed the stupid problems they had every day.
“No we don’t, but that doesn’t mean everything is peachy,” Chrysalis said throwing a magazine on top of the small coffee table. Coco looked at the cover and found a woman with long pink hair and great tight mini-dress and thigh high boots looking at the camera with a smile that radiated confidence and even a little bit of sexiness. It was really well taken considering the lighting only made her shine even more.
“What am I supposed to be looking at?” Chrysalis’ glare only worsened as she pointed at the lower corner of the magazine. Coco then saw why the leader of the band was so mad. Right there in the corner, as if the person in charge of the cover had forgotten about the topic for a second and hastily put the topic there. It was the logo of their band and it was dwarfed by Jem and the message of having more information about them in the centerfold of the magazine, “oh.”
“Yes, oh!”
“Come on Chrys, I don’t know why you have your knickers in a twist; who cares about a magazine?”
Gilda said clearly not understand why the leader of the band acted that way. It was clear too that it was the wrong thing to say at the moment considering how pissed Chrysalis became.
“We should care because that stupid Jem stole our thunder! We were the ones that won the right to a label contract; we were the ones that everyone would be talking about! But no! Oh, look at me, I have a popular video in YouTube and suddenly I am the biggest star,” Chrysalis said obviously mocking Jem and the Holograms, not that Coco couldn’t understand why. The Changelings had won the rights to have an album in the last War of the Bands done by the record label, “fuck that woman for thinking that she could steal our thunder! I am going to find that bitch and I am going to break her in half!” It was always an epic moment to see Chrysalis that mad and directing her anger at someone else, she had made it look like art by now.
As Chrysalis tried to calm down the three girls quickly heard something that was quickly making Chrysalis mad once more. All the eyes in the room turned to look at the so far quiet member of The Changelings. As if sensing the looks, Lightning Dust turned her head and found the terrifying look of Chrysalis. The worst part of that glare was that it was not directed to Lightning, but on the screen of the iPod.
“Is that… is that a Jem video?!”
“Ah… whoops?” was the only thing Lightning could say. Outside in the street, one unlucky person was hit in the head by an iPod that had been thrown through a window on a third floor.