Their first album sold 200 million copies.
Their second sold barely 100.
They didn't mind — home-produced CDs never sold well, and it wasn't like they had Fiona and subliminal messages anymore, did they?
And besides, this was a CD that was a little more special than the other one.
A CD about puppies and rainbows and punk rock and cat ears and sharing a bowl of ramen for dinner in their tiny house.
It was a CD about love. Not friendship, not sisterhood, not even rivalry. Love. The kind that meant that they spent some of the royalties for a king-sized bed. The kind that put them on the cover of "Out" instead of "Rolling Stone".
The love between the three of them. And if that meant that they only sold 100 albums, then they weren't complaining.
This Josie & The Pussycats story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.