It was practically a miracle.
It would certainly go down in the history of Mars as the "Miraculous 7 Minutes".
This is the story of the two girls who set it all in motion.
I seriously couldn't believe it.
I got to meet Flora, who I've looked up to my whole life.
She even stayed at our place.
But she was feeling a bit down, which had us worried.
I hope we managed to cheer her up a little with our singing.
Tonight we're going for a bit of fire at Club Tropicana!
Master Ertegun.
Who's this?
What a cutie!
It's my AI manager.
Regarding your virtual currency investment...
Oh come on, we're off to party!
I'll leave it all to you.
Go make me some money, yeah?
What?
Mr. Ertegun.
Huh?
A foreclosure has been ordered by the Alba City district court.
What?
In other words, we're seizing your property.
Hey, hold on! No, stop!
Wait, you can't just—
Hey, come on, stop!
Have a good look at my bank account!
All accounts in your name have a balance of zero.
What? That can't be...
No way.
Let's begin our first album production meeting.
Hooray!
Yay!
Staying with us from the single, Tobe will be your producer.
Where will we be recording?
Don't tell me it's at Tobe's again?
Seriously?
Nope.
Though modest, the earnings from both the debut single and South by Southwest are in.
This time we can rent a studio.
Really?
Well, it might not be the greatest studio around, so to speak.
A super cheap one, in other words.
I'm kind of worried...
Oh yeah, the debut song has been going up in the charts.
It got to number 18 on this week's Billboard!
Seriously?
Wow!
It's been climbing steadily from number 52. It's putting up a real fight.
Though Angela's song still has number one.
Wow...
It's not over yet! We still have the album up our sleeves.
Let's give it all we've got.
Yeah!
That's 35 woolong.
Do you have a J card?
Yup, right here.
What? You got a J card?
Yeah.
I hear those things are pretty fishy.
Eh, I'm sure it's fine.
Oh right, I'm supposed to meet with Ertegun today.
Strange I haven't heard from him yet.
Where is he?
Ertegun?
Oh, Roddy...
What's going on? What are you doing out here?
It seems I went bankrupt.
Huh?
Apparently my AI manager ran off with all my virtual currency, or something.
Huh? What are you talking about?!
I wish I knew.
Do you have anywhere to go? What about all those friends of yours?
The moment I went bankrupt they all disappeared.
They weren't any friends of mine.
They just hung around for my money.
Roddy, you don't have to bother yourself with me either.
Wanna crash at my place?
So, what are you gonna do next?
I don't mind you crashing here for now, but you can't stay forever.
Ertegun?
I'm not Ertegun anymore.
Ertegun is the highest-earning DJ on Mars.
An Ertegun without money
is no Ertegun at all.
Whatever!
Come on, take a shower and clean yourself up!
Who... am I?
"Angela busy with work and love.
Is she dating the IT genius Aaron?" it says.
I can't believe the paparazzi were there.
I'm more worried about doing something about that damn stalker already.
I'm sure it was that Black_Knight guy.
Really gives me the creeps.
The police are on it, but the moment this article came out he stopped leaving any comments.
A bit worrying.
My, Aaron!
Why are you here?
I tried getting in touch to no avail, so I got worried.
Are you all right?
Yes, as you can see.
Aaron, did you see the dating rumors?
I need you to be careful with how you act.
I'm terribly sorry.
But I just couldn't stop myself from seeing you.
This is the studio?
This looks pretty bad...
You sure this place is in business?
Well, it is more run down than I expected...
Can we really use this?
Finally here, you shits?
Start off by playing through your repertoire.
I'll choose which of those songs to include on the album.
Come on, squeeze them out.
Stop!
It's shit.
What?!
Next!
Hey, at least listen to the whole song!
I don't need to hear the whole thing to tell. Next.
Stop!
That's an even bigger shit. Next.
Stop!
Complete and utter shit. Next.
Hey! That's the first shit again!
He noticed!
Stop. Next.
Stop!
A shit if I've ever seen one. Next.
Stop! Nothing but shit.
Stop. The worst shit I've heard.
What? Done already?
I'll consider using the eighth song.
The rest are no good.
What?!
That's so mean!
I won't include any songs that I haven't approved of.
Write something new for the rest.
You're evil!
The devil!
Tobe, let's take a break.
I've got an interview scheduled for them.
A break? Bullshit!
I brought some tequila.
All right! A break it is!
What interview?
No idea.
Someone from Alba Times wanted to interview you two.
Hey. We meet again.
You know him?
He stopped by work once.
I'm here from Alba Times. Nice to meet you.
So I really feel like it's a miracle that I came across Tuesday.
I see.
You have one too?
A notebook, I mean. Tuesday uses one too.
Oh, yeah.
People like to say I'm behind the times, but I'm glad to hear there are like-minded people out there.
Um... Aren't you here to ask about our album?
All your questions have had nothing to do with music.
Unfortunately I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to music.
I've interviewed many people, ranging from politicians to athletes.
But in the end what I'm most interested in is the human aspect.
Carole, you know that Tuesday's mother is Valerie, the presidential candidate, right?
My mother has nothing to do with us!
You think so?
Most refugees from Earth risked their lives coming to Mars to escape from horrible conditions.
Carole here is one of them.
Yeah.
Valerie is trying to rid Mars of people like that.
I'd hate for something bad to happen to Carole because of my mother.
Tues...
Shit!
Looks like I need to get going.
There are still things I'd like to ask you, but I'll save them for next time.
All right.
By the way, I met Spencer.
My brother?
He told me to send his regards.
Well, I'm off.
Tao!
Did you see the dating rumors about me?
How I'm allegedly dating the IT genius Aaron.
Aaron?
Yeah. I'm sure you've heard of him.
He's just a third-rate programmer who's good at sucking up to people.
Oh? I see you're interested after all.
Whoa! Personal info associated with J cards got leaked!
Your info might be making the rounds too.
Let's see what I can find...
Hey, stop that!
Huh? What's this?
"Celeb DJ Ertegun Goes Bankrupt"?
"A shadow of his former self." Crap!
I'm too late...
D-Don't worry about something like this.
There are tons of fans out there waiting for you!
At the very least, I'm looking forward to your next song.
They took away all my AI equipment.
I can't make any more songs.
Your approval rating has risen to 42% since you announced your new policy.
We're steadily closing in on Hamilton.
This is ludicrous.
Are your seriously planning on revoking the trade deal with Earth?
Spencer. I see you're a remarkably kind man.
I have to say you're not cut out for politics.
Mom!
There are things you must sacrifice to win.
You understand that much, no?
I won't be your yes-man forever.
Spencer!
I thought you of all people would be on my side.
Are you going to abandon me too?
Have you even once been a real mother to Tuesday and me?
"A shadow of his former self." They've got that right.
Wow! They're really digging into my past!
They're calling me "hella lame".
I look so different that they're even accusing me of having plastic surgery.
"Ertegun's former colleagues reveal the truth about him."
"He was sleazy with women and cheap with money."
I'm hated by everyone—the world's laughing stock.
No one needs me anymore.
Is there even a point to me living?
Hi.
Roddy! What brings you here?
Heya.
I've actually brought someone with me...
What?!
Ertegun?
Would you mind if he borrowed your keyboard?
What?
It really is Ertegun.
I can't believe he'd visit us.
Come on, if you don't have any AI equipment, just write a song on your own.
That's how you did it back then, right? I'm sure you can manage.
Can I really play that?
I haven't touched one in decades. I'll just embarrass myself.
Embarrass myself... Embarrass myself...
What's he doing?
No idea.
Check it out. They're laughing at me.
Deep down, Roddy's making fun of me too.
Roddy isn't like that!
Play it! I'm a genius, right?
Come on, I'm already 42.
Still only 42!
Face reality.
Now's the time to retire. Don't embarrass me any more.
Embarrass... Embarrass...
Remember!
I swore to make it to the top through music.
Who's the one who's been making the world dance?
Stop!
Who am I?
I am...
Ertegun!
Fire!
When's he going to leave?
No idea...
It's finished!
No, this song needs vocals.
Who's able to sing this song?
What?
I had a look at the J card leak, and I found someone who's been going around using Ertegun's card!
Huh?
Fire, woo! Party, party!
Hey!
You bastard...
All your J card info got leaked, you know!
Where's my money?
I spent it all.
What?!
The truth is, I'm dying soon.
Huh?
Before I die I wanted to try living it up like you.
Huh?
I wanted to become just... like... you...
You can't fool me with that act.
You goddamn Pinocchio!
If Angela and I start dating, my reputation will go through the roof!
She'll be easy.
She might be an artist, but that girl's probably a massive slu—
Someone got run over!
Someone call an ambulance!
So... What's going on here?
Give me Angela.
What?
I wrote a song.
I need a diva to sing it.
"You're a money monster working in a music factory."
"I'm a DJ who can make people's hearts dance."
"Tao, if you don't like it, show me you can make people dance."
That's what you told DJ Magazine two years ago.
I said that?
You sure did.
Come on, did it bother you that much?
I'm not bothered one bit.
As far as I'm concerned, "money monster" is high praise!
I promise you've got nothing to lose. What do you think?
Two adult men fighting over me?
I swear...
I'm not giving you Angela.
But I'll at least listen to it.
Now? You got a keyboard?
You won't find that here.
Not possible, then.
That's not like you.
Are you letting an opportunity to make money pass you by?
Make me dance.
It goes something like that.
You can borrow Angela.
What?! I have to do that?!
It's a deal.
I refuse!
Let's make the world dance!
Sounds good to me.
Hey, come on! Would you listen to me?!