Martika, Jazzy, & Prince
The rap group met almost by mistake. It did'nt [sic] just happen overnight. It happened gradually, like the sun rising over Gridley Hill. [Note--I seem to recall this is the fateful hill that the sledding took place on!]
The first part of the gang met at a studio where singers looking for a job met. Jeffrey and Prince had been good friends for a long time. They would often go and listen to songs for hours. The both of them were in fact a duet, looking for the perfect female singer. And they finally found her.
"Tika, Tika baby," the deejay chimed, "you sing good but not good enough. Come back after working on it a bit and then maybe I'll accept ya. Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks a lot," said a young voice. Prince and Jeffrey stepped to the side as a brown dog came out.
"Whoa there, Miss Tika Baby," Prince said.
[Illustration: Martika walking somewhat toward the viewer; she has a hand on her hip and is looking over her shoulder, a vaguely angry look on her face. Jazzy and Fresh Prince stand some distance behind her, leaning on a stand next to a door with signs reading "Quiet Please" and "Singing session in order." They're both smiling and Fresh Prince is waving casually.]
"Martika, if it's anything to you," the dog replied steadily. "What do you want? You another deejay offering me a job and then refusing? Well, forget it. I don't want ano--"
"Calm down!" Prince said. "I heard that song, what was it called? Oh, yeah--Toy Soldiers. Man, was that cool! You know, we could make a whole video with that song about Horus."
Martika looked surprised. "Who's Horus?"
"Man, you've never heard of him? He's gotta be the most famous Egyptia--"
"Okay, I've heard of him," Martika interrupted, "but hardly anyone believes in him any more [sic]."
"What's this world coming to?" Prince asked himself out loud.
Jeffrey merely shrugged his shoulders. The blue and gold crown on his head slid over his eyes so he pushed it back up.
"So is it a deal, or what?" he suddenly asked, holding out a goldish paw.
Martika looked at both of them--they looked streetwise and like a couple of gang members, like herself. So she shook his paw and off they went.
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