"Have you heard of a group called 'Bellylicious?" asked the man.
Marissa thought about it, "No," she said flatly, silently worrying if this was important.
"Don't worry, nobody has." Marissa sighed to herself in relief, "Obviously the new 'Fatwave' as the press are calling our demographic, is relativley new so the few big names aren't too well known, but we're trying to get as many new bands in the mainstream as possible," he finished with a smile of genuine decency. Yes, as it turns out that not ALL people in corporations are evil. "Bellylicious is the stage name for one ms. Tara Glutton, previously Tara Button, but that dosn't fit the bill as much, so she changed it. She's a chubster with a dominating gut. She sings like an angel, but shreds her guitar like a demon. She needs someone like you for first music video."
Marissa wasn't going to let this oppertunity pass her, but she knew what he meant, "You mean, someone skinny."
"Well yes, but that's not exactly the case, I mean..."
The woman next to rolled her eyes, "Look kid, your good. Ya'll may have a small booty, but just cos I'm big don't mean I'm a hater. Bellylicious needs a Gaining Buddy for her music video. She hasn't told us everything, but that's what she said she needed. You've got the spirit, so I suggest you get yourself down to the studio tomorrow night at 7. Right?"
Marissa's eyes widened, sure she wasn't going to release her own single yet, but this was a start, Besides, this Bellylicious girl could give her a few pointers, "I won't let you guys down."
"Ya'll better not," the glared, "Or ya'll end up like the last guy who did." She patted her distended belly, causing Marissa to back off slightly.
"What? No sorry babe, he just lost his contract. I'm just a little peckish, two completely unrelated subjects."
The skinny rapper laughed at this, having actually thought she was being threatened with cannibalism, "My mistake, you guys are not going to be dissapointed in me...Peace out," she added sheepishly as she left the room, performing a cartwheel immediately once she was out of sight. Next to her was a young fatty rejected from the audition, comforted by her boyfriend. The sight of Marissa's cartwheel irritated her.
"What? I polished off the entire fridge AND my dogs, and a SKINNY gets the job? My song was about food and everything!"
"Baby, I don't think Gatorade counts as a candy."
"Quiet Billy, I'm not a fatty for two days and you're already judging me!"
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