...and then I went back to sleep, and forgot.
Today, I found the video, and the words started.
So here's the opening of my untitled, Siouxsie Sioux-heroined, urban fantasy, set in the early '80s.
Somewhere in the middle of our set at the Limelight—Hong Kong Garden, I think—I noticed a young man staring over his fist, a bump of ketamine balanced in a pile on his knuckle like an infected mosquito bite. His eyes were glazed and baggy, a look that wasn’t helped by the quarter inch of eyeliner he couldn’t resist applying. Beside him, a Victorian mortician's daughter, all aged lace and pained corsetry, let off a faint glow from skin so pale it could have been paper.
At the end of the first chorus, out of habit more than any sense of showmanship, I reached out and pushed over the mikestand. "Chicken Chow Mein and Chop Suey," I sang. "Hong Kong Garden takeaway."
My attention returned to the couple. Not that they were particularly odd in a crowd so tragically dark, both in clothing and demeanor. But there was something. The boy's eyes were fluttering. K-hole, I thought. But, the girl had slid in close to him, flattening against his hip, his torso, and in just the time it took to look at my feet. So fast.
Then, his body stiffened. Sharp. Pain driven stiffening, as though a shock coursed through him. And the girl? She gnashed her teeth...
There's more, but here's the video:
So two questions. I love the idea of using a real celebrity as my main character, fictionalizing them. I understand that I'd need to pay for any lyrics replicated, but as I know nothing of Ms. Sioux personally, would I be held to any legalities in creating an urban fantasy heroine? Is there any interest in an urban fantasy set in the '80s?