My Merch Chick
The global economy’s in a tailspin, the Wall Street suicides have started, and with the newspaper business already way down the john, it’s likely days before I lose my job and wind up in an East Village bread line. So because I’m a practical and fiscally responsible girl, I took the last three twenties in my pocket and dropped them on a copy of Rock Band 2. If I’m going to be unemployed, I might as well have a goal - breaking the top 100 on the guitar leaderboard.
After playing ’til my wrists were on fire, I made it to San Francisco and earned myself a “merch girl.” And here I found a weird slip in the content. I’m a girl, and in Rock Band 2 I play as a girl. But after winning my merch girl, I was told that she’s like “an unofficial band den mother…a den mother who is always trying to make out with you. ” Woah, down, merch girl! I just need you here to push the 7″’s. And gah, I don’t mean it that way!
