Dave sat down. His favorite spot in Rosebud. A cafe with an old movie ambiance. He ordered his coffee black and pulled out his copy of Rolling Stone. Couldn't wait to read it... he was really interested in this chick now.

The music critic was Jude Harrington. Oooh dear... this did NOT bode well for  a teeny bopper. Any artist for that matter. The man was notorious. He could cut an act down so low they'd need an extension ladder to peer over a wet piece of toilet paper. Oh well. Let's see how CJB fares, shall we...?

WILDFIRE!
Can this Blaze be put out?
By Music Critic Jude Harrington

I'm going to work at this one. For once in my career I am at a loss for words. I thought I'd seen and heard everything. But Ms Blaze has me completely dumbfounded.

Uh oh, Dave thought. This doesn't bode well...

What adjectives should I use for this 17 year old girl? Prodegy? No. Too "classical". Wünderkind? Nah... too cliché. Bombshell? No. That would imply she flaunts her sexuality. She doesn't. Just the opposite, actually. Her latest hit song, Rosebud addresses the issues of teen ***, pregnancy, and even familial molestation. No, the name I would use when addressing a package to Ms CJ Blaze is Superhuman. She is so awesome as to actually be scary.

*Dave's jaw proceeded to hit the table.