exoteric
[ek-suh-ter-ik]
- suitable for or communicated to the general public.
- not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates.
- popular; simple; commonplace.
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“I’ve
done it!” Mr. James cried as he barged into Mr. Martin’s office.
Mr.
Martin was so startled by the sudden intrusion that he nearly spilled the cup
of coffee he had been sipping.
“What? What did you do?” He asked his portly colleague.
“I’ve
created the ultimate music group. One
engineered to be so popular it’ll be everywhere.”
“A music
group? Really? Single acts are more popular these days.”
“Yes,
but groups are due for a comeback. And
this one will be the one to do it. Come
on, I’ve got them getting set up with testers right now.”
Mr.
Martin sighed and followed. The building
was large, and neither of the men were in particularly good shape, but they
still arrived at the small test studio in a reasonable amount of time. Inside, a group of employees were fussing
over five girls that could have been anywhere from 18 to 23. They were all very pretty, and each was of a
different ethnicity, consisting of the board room’s five major ethnicities; White,
Black, Asian, Middle Eastern, and Latin American.
“So? What do you think?” Mr. James asked
proudly. “Perfect, aren’t they?”
“All I
see is a group of girls that can be found anywhere.”
“That’s
part of the charm. They’ll make girls
think they can be famous too, and boys think they can meet them, and maybe
more. It’s perfect. They’ll be this generation’s Spice Girls.”
Mr.
Martin was unimpressed. The only thing
he could see was that, while all of them were very good looking, each of them
was also quite a bit different than the others.
Each one would appeal to a different type of person, which would indeed
give them wide ranging popularity should they hit the mainstream. Still, that was only on the surface. There was a lot more to a group than just
looks.
“There
had better be more to them than looks.” Mr. Martin said.
“They do,
trust me. And they each add to the diversity. Let’s see, Jessica is the shy, quiet one.” He
pointed at the blonde, white girl with thick but somehow stylish glasses. “Lin is a lesbian, enough said.” He said
while pointing at the slender, doll like Asian, who was indeed doing everything
she could to get closer to the others. “Destiny
is the sporty, athletic one.” He motioned towards the tall black girl who was
indeed in very good shape. “Maria is the
fun one. You know, the one who likes to
party and stuff.” He nodded towards the Latina who looked like she could be on
the cover of any fashion magazine. “And
Leah is the geeky, nerdy one.” He motioned to the short, curvy Middle Eastern
girl. “Together, they cover just about
any and every group there is. They’re
perfect.”
“Okay,
that sounds good, I guess.” Mr. James
said. His mind was starting to
work. He could not help it. His business senses were feeding him ideas,
and about how each girl could have a unique set of songs related to their
individual traits. It could work, at
least on some level. “But what about
songs?”
“Songs?”
“Yeah,
you know, songs? What will they be
singing? And can they even sing?”
“Oh,
probably some peppy, pop things that the kids love and parents don’t dismiss. You know the kind.”
“You
haven’t thought of the actual music?”
“Let the
music people worry about that. We have
more important things to work on with these five. Now, let’s talk merchandise.”
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Why do I get the feeling that this is how most boy bands got started? Seriously, some of them feel like they were cooked up in a board room instead of a music studio.
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