Season One | Miraculous Tales of Lady Crimson and Cat Noir

👨‍🎤Guitar Villain👨‍🎤

At the Le Grand Paris hotel, Jagged Stone was performing a song on his guitar for his producer, Bob Roth and his agent, Penny Rolling.

"(singing) Mah Miraculous!", the rockstar sang as he ended his song.

Penny applauded with a wide smile while Bob watched him with crossed arms and a nonchalant look.

"So, what do you think of the first single of my next album?", Jagged asked Bob. "Can you feel it, Bob? Isn't it killer?"

"Not bad, Jagged, not bad. But if you really want to be making something killer, let's talk about this duet with Mr. XY", the sleazy producer replied with a smirk.

"No way. He's not a rocker, he's a baby!", Jagged protested. "I bet he doesn't even shave yet."

"Well, this "baby" just pushed you out of the number one sales spot." Bob Roth shoved the tablet with XY on the screen in front of him.

"And? Doesn't make him a true musician like me", Jagged scoffed. "Penny thinks everything I'm doing's rock star material. She thinks I'm killer." Penny blushed at his last statement.

"Penny might be your agent, but I'm your real boss", Bob Roth spat at him. "Listen. Bottom line is that Bob Roth Records cannot afford to be number two in sales! Or rep a number two rock star!" The producer then go in his face with a menacing look. "Get real, Jagged! You're going to have to modernize your music. Change the way you look. Get a whole new style!"

"You want to talk about real? I'm a genuine rock 'n' roller, Bob, not some pop star in diapers", the rockstar retorted. "At least I'm a real artist. Real talent! Even my hair is real. And that's what people love about me." He then turned to his pet crocodile, Fang and scratched his head, making him wag his tail. "Isn't that right, Fang? Yeah." Turning back to Bob with an annoyed look. "And the artwork you came up with for my album is a waste of my time! Seriously, Bob, what is this trash? It looks like a perfume ad!"

Jagged shoved the CD cover at his producer which showed it all pink and airy-fairy, completely opposite of his normal style.

"And that's what people want these days!", Bob Roth sneered as he jabbed his finger into his chest.

"Well, I don't. My album covers are raw to the bone, exuding the smell of sweat and leather!", Jagged replied exasperatedly.

"You do know, don't you, that if your next album doesn't rate #1 on the charts, it'll be the last one you ever do with Bob Roth records", Bob Roth threatened.

"Ha! I'd rather put out nothing at all than sing some pathetic duet with a baby-faced nobody", the rockstar spat.

"Bob, Jagged and I had an idea", Penny interjected, breaking up the tension. "Its concept is modern, but it also respects Jagged's own...rugged style."

Jagged took off his custom Eiffel Tower glasses and showed them to Bob. "The girl who made these glasses and the ones Penny also has, is the real deal. She totally gets my style. She's gonna design the cover of my new album. I mean, she's literally my honorary niece so of course she gets my style!"

"A girl? Who's this girl? And why her?", the producer asked in confusion.

"See? That's just it. She's the same age as the target audience", Penny continued with a smile as she took out a piece of paper. "Here's her address or you might know where she lives already from the news."

"What do you mean?", Bob Roth said annoyedly. "What girl would be in the news and her address would be easy?"

Penny took out her tablet, pulled up Dalia on the screen and showed it to him, making him gape in astonishment.