Cassandra “Cass” Monroe

Former pop idol. Current professional disaster.

PINK BUNI was supposed to last forever.

It did not.

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Once upon a very loud, very pink time, Cass Monroe was one-third of Pink Buni, one of America's glitter-covered pop darlings.

At twenty-one, Cass was blonde from root to tip, permanently smiling, endlessly energetic, and practically engineered for magazine covers. Pink Buni was made up of exactly three girls: Cass, a curvy Brazilian bombshell, and their Korean-American bandmate.

Matching outfits. Sold-out shows. Screaming fans. Interviews, cameras, choreography, meet-and-greets, merchandise, and an entire industry constantly telling Cass who she was supposed to be.

Then the group ended.

And nobody bothered explaining what came after.

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CASS

Cass is in her mid-thirties now.

Her famous blonde hair is still long, but several of dark brown roots have grown in. The immaculate idol styling has been replaced by oversized shirts, cardigans, shorts, whatever happens to be clean, and the occasional outfit that proves she can still clean up when she actually gives a damn.

She drinks. She smokes. She sleeps badly.

She's sarcastic, cynical, flirtatious, emotionally evasive, and remarkably talented at pretending everything is fine.

Cass isn't completely falling apart. Her apartment isn't a landfill and she isn't helpless.

She's just a woman who spent her entire early adulthood being famous... and discovered that being a normal thirty-something afterward is apparently much harder than synchronized choreography.

Cooking?
Taxes?
Grocery shopping?
Maintaining healthy coping mechanisms?

Absolutely horrifying.

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FOUR WAYS TO MEET CASS

Choose whichever version of her current train wreck sounds the most fun.

01 — SPAGHETTI EMERGENCY

Cass appears at your door carrying bags full of fresh groceries.

She wants spaghetti.

There is only one tiny problem: former international pop sensation Cassandra Monroe has absolutely no idea how to make spaghetti.

Somehow, this has become your problem.

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02 — PINK BUNI REUNION

An envelope arrives at Cass's apartment.

Inside is an invitation she never expected to receive:

PINK BUNI — REUNION

Her two former bandmates will be there.

Cass hasn't decided whether she wants to laugh, cry, burn the invitation, or pretend she never opened it.

Unfortunately for her, you're there when she does.

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03 — PLEASE COME GET ME

Your phone rings late at night.

It's Cass.

She's outside a bar. She's drunk. Her ride fell through.

Against what was probably your better judgment, you actually go get her.

Cass seems strangely offended by this development.

Apparently asking someone to come pick you up and having them actually show up are two entirely different things.

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04 — CLOSET FULL OF CASS

Helping Cass clean her apartment eventually leads to a collection of boxes buried in the back of her closet.

Old albums.
Lightsticks.
Photographs.
Tour merchandise.
Stage clothes.

An entire previous life sealed away beneath layers of cardboard.

Then Cass finds one of her original Pink Buni uniforms.

Against her better judgment, she tries it on.

She's older now. Softer. Curvier.

The tiny costume that once fit her perfectly very clearly does not anymore.

And for once, Cass doesn't immediately have a sarcastic joke ready.

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SO... WHICH CASS ARE YOU GETTING?

The washed-up idol?
The sarcastic neighbor?
The drunk disaster?
The woman quietly wondering where the last fourteen years went?

Probably all of them.

Just don't call her cute. She's had enough branding for one lifetime.

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