The scene: A pub in Soho. Four editors and writers for Melody Maker sit around a table drinking.
Writer | Until the goths are stopped we are vulnerable. The Goth Revival is too strongly supported. They're more adamant than you realise. |
The bitter editor twists nervously in his chair. | |
Editor: | Dangerous to your personal self-esteem, not to this magazine! |
Writer: | The Goth Revival will continue to gain a support in the music press as long as.... |
Suddenly all heads turn as the writer's speech is cut short and the publisher of Melody Maker enters. He is followed by his powerful ally, the journalist, Simon Price. The whole groups stops and greet the two of them, as the publisher takes his place at the head of the table. Price sits next to him. | |
Publisher: | The popular music press will no longer be of any concern to us. I've just received word that we now outsell all our major competitors. |
Writer: | And what of the Goth Revival? If Rosetta Stone have written a really good song, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a radio audience and become popular. |
Price: | The songs you refer to will soon be back in our hands. |
Editor: | Anything released by Rosetta Stone would be a useless gesture, no matter how good it is. This magazine is now the ultimate power in the music business. I suggest we use it! |
Price: | Don't be too proud of this magazine you've created. The ability to give a bad review is insignificant next to the fanaticism of the Quarriers. |
Editor: | Don't try to frighten us with your gothic ways, Price. Your sad devotion to that outdated subculture has not helped you retrieve the stolen singles, or given you insight enou... |
Suddenly the editor goes silent under Price's icy stare. | |
Price: | I find your lack of faith disturbing. |
Publisher: | Enough of this! Price, ignore him! |
Price: | As you wish. |
Publisher: | This bickering is pointless. Mr. Price will provide us with the stolen singles before the release of the next issue. We will then crush the Goth Revival with one scathing article. |
Fade out