Amanada Meets Deidra

Legends spoke of a new wave band that burst from the scene in a previously unknown speck of land known as Amarville, New York. Anachronistic, the legends labeled the band, a revival of ‘80s tones reminiscent of Blondie  - a band conspicuously known as Bust of Glass. They dedicated their sound to ‘80s pop and punk, a nostalgic trip back to when Jem and the Holograms existed as pure neon and all the ‘80s in one convenient package.
This largely attracted enough of a fan base on its own, riding high on the still-trending ‘80s nostalgic power trip that propelled Transformers and ninja turtles into the 2010s with audiences too young to have even seen their original comics in person. However, they maintained certain popularity beyond that due to their lead singer, a leading lady of epic proportions. ‘Epic’ was the official merchandising and advertising term, though it proved quite effective as a rather literal description of her existence – the existence of Bust of Glass’ biggest member, Deidra ‘Bustling’ Summers.

San Destínos’ most popular – and only – music store provided the best chances its citizens held for accessing her music physically. Internet sales were of course a thing, but Amanda Planteruse’s little store that could knew its audience occasionally demanded something they held in their hands. This wound up being far more laden with innuendo that anticipated, at least it would have been had no one knew how Amanda or Deidra looked.
As it turned out, people were gearing up to see both in the same area simultaneously thanks to a well-planned event for Bustling’s San Destínos fans. The central plaza was decked out in ‘80s-style advertisements, the movie theater playing a handful of ‘80s films in anticipation of a considerable turn-out for (as banners happily pointed out) EIGHTIES FEST 2016. The signs even spelled it out in capital letters, in a soft robin’s egg blue that made people squint as they attempted to read it under blinding sunlight.

Speakers blared pre-recorded songs from the ‘80s, ranging from “We Didn’t Start The Fire” to “The Back to the Future Theme,” all on an understrable pre-planned loop while the main stage was setting up. The stage was set in front of the town hall, blocking it from view for anyone standing remotely in front of it with the requisite steel riggings, lights, and more. People began trickling in with a rumbling wall of conversation overshadowing any other noises, forming an amorphous shape of twitching fans in front of said stage, as instruments and performers slowly stepped upon it and formed a generally acceptable version of an ensemble.
An ensemble at least from the standpoint of employees following orders from performers dressed, amusingly enough, like the Holograms stepped out of their series. Three of them, at least, had made periodic sweeps of the stage, one on guitar, another on keytar, and a third setting up her drum set. They kept a considerable gap open between the guitarist and drummer on stage left and keytarist on stage right, with everything from speakers to wires carefully positioned as to give an immense amount of space – more than the average human needed to get on stage, certainly.

Off in the distance, near her music shop, Amanda Planteruse kept herself in front of the store, doors wide open as she looked at the plaza’s increasing mass of spectators growing in anticipation for the main event. The wall of sound they generated didn’t raise much above a casual, polite mush of syllables and inflections, and the clothes suggested a strange blend of Americana that couldn’t figure which decade to celebrate, even considering the relevant musical group before them. Amanda smiled pleasantly and waved at the crowd as a few noticed her and waved to get her attention. A few even shouted ‘Amanda!’ to make it particularly clear they knew who and where she was.
As the audience continued to converse and stare periodically at the women grooving and testing their instruments on-stage, Amanda immediately turned back towards the shop’s interior and walked slowly towards the main area, which had since been vacated to afford a vast empty room (the conspicuously anchored cash register and counter being the sole obstacle) for the people inside. And people were indeed inside: two women chatting and laughing as one groomed the other’s hair.

The one having her hair groomed was an immense beauty, her breasts obscuring her body from the neck down if she hadn’t had her back turned to the door, each breast resting on the floor due to their sheer size and weight. Her body was covered in an outfit inspired by Jem, pink as pink can be and covering chiefly her breasts and rear with two separate pieces covered in glitter and stars. Her lengthy pink hair, down to her lower back, was being carefully combed by an assistant, a small woman with raven hair who had nothing but smiles and professionalism to give as the larger woman adjusted her top to make sure it covered what it needed without giving out. It proved a little more difficult on heels, though the breasts did provide their own support.
“Don’t adjust that too much Bustling,” said the assistant in a cheerfully high tone of voice, almost like a dwarf or a fairy. She stopped to adjust Bustling’s top and tighten it via straps in the back as a means of keeping it in place. “We don’t want a malfunction like in Sacramento.”
“We broke Youtube, damn it,” said Bustling with a gusty laugh, her breasts rippling gently against the sensation. “I never regret giving fans a little more for their money!”

“Especially since you can charge a bigger premium the next time with that as an incentive,” said Amanda with an air of cool, patting Bustling on the back. Bustling jumped just a bit towards her chest, feeling a cold sensation rock through her spine from Amanda’s touch.
“She gets it,” said Bustling as she pulled on her top once more for good measure. The assistant bops one of Bustling’s hands jovially, which made Bustling chuckle and stick her tongue out at her. “Besides, I think we have good hands with our new friend Am-Plan knowing a thing or two about living with a larger-than-life bust.”
“Is this a west coast thing?” said the assistant, thumping Amanda’s bust with her knuckles. Amanda blushed from the contact and hummed gently, which made the assistant blush briefly in response. “Back east, I was considered lucky if I found two people with cups bigger than J. You two put everyone to shame!”

“It’s why I’m in show business, aside from my glorious voice,” said Bustling as she elbowed Amanda’s left side with a soft laugh. “Haven’t you ever considered getting into entertainment, you minx?”
“I am, technically, if you consider belly-dancing at the Ren Fair,” said Amanda.
Bustling blushed and bit her lower lip with a sigh of glee, giving Amanda a side hug as a present for her information. “You didn’t tell me you yokels had a Ren Fair out here! Amy!”
“Yes?” said the assistant.
“Clear my schedule for – oh, what month is it?”
“October,” said Amanda.
“Clear it for October!” said Bustling. “This I have to see!”