New Song "Not That Into You" Goes Video on Nov 14 Shoot!

 

Wrapping up a long and productive day on a grey November weekend in the Arena Satelliten venue in Sollentuna, Stockholm. Great thanks to our excellent crew and cast! It's in the can, folks! Watch this space!

GALAXY TOUR ADVENTURES - "The Grand Residency" - 75

Back in their hotel room, Rivqua and Zana gave Sir Morris a quick call to let him know the good news and halt any legal action he might be contemplating. He sounded relieved, and also expressed a degree of bafflement at the turn of events.
   "I'll pester my contacts once more and push for good write-ups in the papers, make sure the audience keeps coming. Who knows, eight weeks might turn into twelve. Then we'll be into the holidays. Imagine the fruits of playing high-season at the Toss Vague-Ass Grand."
   The girls could almost hear their manager rubbing his paws.
   "We might be sick of Toss Vague-Ass by then," said Zana. "Some other relatively important figure might have died in that time."
   Up in the penthouse floor, the secretary bot had entered the office of her late boss and stood facing Luffy Bing.
   "Yes?" he said, not looking up.
   "I'm curious, sir. Where this 'brother' of Mister Fadda Bing comes from."
   He jotted on documents, working through the piles. "Are you referring to me?"
   "Correct. I never heard of you, and I was under the impression I knew quite a lot about Fadda Bing, being his secretary. However, about you I knew nothing."
   "Oh I am Fadda's brother alright. But he never talked about me, I'm aware of that. Black sheep of the family you see. Which is funny, because for all Fadda's success and position he didn't run this place very well, did he?"
   "What do you mean, sir?"
   "We've got overdue bills from suppliers and contractors all over the place! Several creditors are now threatening to sue! No, Miss - I forget your name, sorry - this all changes now. I'm truly sorry about Fadda, but perhaps it's for the best, for the Grand Galactica I mean. Because as of today, I am in charge, and things will change. I'm going to turn this sinking ship around before it's too late. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
   He got back into the paperwork.
   "You're in charge," said the robot thoughtfully, eyeing him. "As of this day."
   "Get me some more coffee, will you dear? And make it stronger this time."
   The secretary didn't move. He looked up at her and gestured. "Well?"
   "That is where you are mistaken, Mister Luffy Bing," said the bot with cold calm. Then she raised her hand toward him and fired a gun. Luffy Bing jolted in his big chair and a spray of green blood splattered across the wall behind him. His drilled head hit the desk like an oversized paperweight.

GALAXY TOUR ADVENTURES - "The Grand Residency" - 74

The Blonde Plutoz entered the office of the chairman, president, CEO, head honcho, top brass knob of the Grand Galactica hotel. The office looked exactly the same as it had done the day of the murder of Fadda Bing. A wrap-around of rich wood paneling and tall windows that overlooked the entire city, splashes of green leather, acres of crimson rug and a massive desk.
   Except the dead body behind the desk was now replaced with a living one in a fine suit, looking painfully busy and oozing out power and charisma.
   "Glad to see you," he said without looking up. "Be brief will you."
   Rivqua cleared her throat. "We're the Blonde Plutoz, your artist in residence in the ballroom."
   "Like I said, glad to see you," he repeated, eyes still down, scanning documents and crossing things out, making swift notes in margins. "Anything else?"
   "We were here when Mister Fadda Bing breathed his last."
   "Can't have been very pleasant."
   "Quite a dramatic welcome to the Grand."
   "A memorable incident to include in our memoirs," said Zana.
   The big alien looked up at the girls and sighed, like his time was being wasted.
   "I'm Fadda's brother, Luffy Bing. Pleased to meet you. You're doing well downstairs I hear. Good. Keep it up." He went back to the paperwork.
   "We had no idea he had any kin. Nor did the police."
   "Well, surprise, surprise. Look, I'm sorry about my brother's passing. But what's happened has happened and now I'm here and we're going to get things on a roll. You're doing so well and all shows for the next fortnight are sold out so, as a token of our appreciation, how about a ten percent raise starting tonight?"
   He said all this without looking up. Rivqua and Zana stared at him, speechless.
   "I'll take that as a yes. By the way, what's-her-name out there has your new cards, all loaded up. Go out and enjoy yourselves."
   Outside, the secretary bot listened in at the door. She hurried back to her desk as the Blonde Plutoz emerged, looking stunned. They closed the door behind them and just stood there for a second.
   The robot approached them with a smile and held out two envelopes. "Your patience has been rewarded."
   The girls took them and moved slowly to the elevator. The secretary clasped her hands in satisfaction and watched them walk away, then turned towards the big dark door again. Her face had a strange look of doubt about it. A cold, confident kind of doubt. Like a huge lump of ice considering a tiny matchstick.