Marcus is having a bad day. It's hard work launching a new band in this digital age, but he's taken a gamble, borrowed the cash from Yevgeny Dolgov (a vampiric mafia boss fresh out of Romania, see told you it was bad) to finance an album, some promotion, maybe even a tour, only Yevgeny's got different ideas. He wants Marcus to make his girl Aura a star and will do anything to help her on the way, including whacking the Fortunate Friday's right in the middle of the studio with most of the tracks still unrecorded. That's a bad day. No doubt about it. Bad. Especially for the Fortunate Fridays (the unfortunate band who didn't make it all the way to Friday) but it's not so good for Marcus either. He's up to his neck (a bad place to be with a vampiric mobster) in brown stuff. He's got two choices, run, or make the girl a star. Only the girl's not a girl, she's a siren, and running isn't really an option. Surrounded by sex demons, undead mob enforcers and a neighbour who is slowly transmogrifying into a cockroach, Marcus' day is about to get a whole lot worse. Still at least the girl can sing, even if she is a suicidal siren singing the Blues. Next stop Wembley. "So funny it made me want to pop a cap in their asses" Fat Tony "These wise guys will end up swimming with the fishes. Mark my words. We're talking concrete boots. Think they're clever. I'll show them who's clever. Me. That's who's clever. Not them punks. Dead Records. Pah. Dead Writers more like." Vinnie the Original Wise Guy "We made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse, and these morons refused. What you gonna do? Buy the book, that's what youse gonna do. Capisce?" Vito, the Godfather.