Note: I didn't invent any of the Holograms characters, but I did make up my own surnames for them. This is a very different portrayal of the Holograms, and if you don't like it, I won't be surprised. Please give constructive criticism if you are going to give any! Thanks for reading, may the Holograms (and the Misfits!) live forever! :)

Burning Holograms

Ouchies

In a recording studio in downtown [insert name of the city of your choice here], rock star Jem is reading the latest edition of The Queen of Rock and Roll: Weekly, which features an article on The Misfits' latest album release. She also has a copy of the Misfits' album handy, and is studying the CD booklet intently…

"'I'm gonna cut her down to size.'" Jem shook her head and sighed. "Man, that is so pathetic."

Shana Gray raised a brow at her, looking gorgeous even with that frizzy purple hair framing her face. "Less pathetic than, say, 'Show me the way, oh, show me the way'?"

Jem glared at the bassist, adjusting one flashing star earring irritably. "Hey, I was younger then. Give me a break."

Shana nodded. "So, give Pizzazz a break. She's younger than you." She sounded so matter-of-fact.

Jem's eyes narrowed. "By two months! Shut the hell up. And anyway, why should I give her a break? That bitch has hounded me from the beginning."

"Hey, she's the competition," Shana said with a shrug. "If we keep cool heads, we can leave her for dead. Not literally." The woman added that last part pointedly, as if Jem had been contemplating maybe murdering the lead singer and guitarist of Jem and the Holograms' greatest rival band, The Misfits. Pizzazz Longhorn wasn't worth that amount of trouble, and Jem resented the implication that she was psychotic enough to contemplate threatening the woman's life.

"I still remember that day you decked her," Shana mused, laughter shining in her violet eyes. "Man, that was fun to watch."

Well, alright. I wouldn't ever seriously harm the woman. Jem ran long-nailed fingers through her unruly pink-blonde tresses, and gave Shana a look. "It was fun to do, but I don't want another court case like that. So this time, it's not an option."

"What's not an option?" Aja Marten piped up, shuffling into the room with an armful of shopping bags.

Shana straightened and smiled over at their blue-haired bandmate. "Jemmie's thinking about what to do to fuck Pizzazz over once again. We're kinda stumped, though, since grievous bodily harm's no longer an option."

Jem glared as the other two women shared an amused chuckle. "Hey, it was not grievous bodily harm! I simply hit her. She'd already ruined my perm!"

"The perm sucked to begin with," Shana contributed, shrugging casually even as her eyes danced in amusement.

Jem felt almost ready to 'grievously harm' her, let alone the ever-annoying Pizzazz. "Oh, shut the hell up if you can't say anything constructive."

Aja's eyebrows climbed, but she said nothing until a few minutes of angry muttering on Jem's part. She was studying the sleeve of the latest Misfits CD single, and her face did in fact look murderous.

"Hey, I got you some more Apricot Angels," Aja said, holding up a box of snacks for Jem to see.

"Oooh!" Jem's bad mood was all but forgotten now. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, and snatched the box out of Aja's hand. As she busied herself with tearing the packet open, she heard Shana mumble, "At least she'll be distracted for a good hour or so now." She was too excited by the snacks to snap a response.

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