The Beat of the Elite

[Tabouli]

Cindy:
> Ooh, can I audition for the yet-to-be-named organization of people 
who find popular culture Beneath Them? Please? Pretty please.<

(Tabouli hands Cindy a script and sits back to watch, tapping her teeth menacingly with a pencil, scritching ominously at her clipboard)

As for the name, hmmm.  Seeing I was using musical examples, let's go with one of those.  You see, it's not so much that the ivories march to the beat of a different drum, oh no.   They're very conformist in their own snobbish way, because they are, as Dicentra mentioned, constantly afraid of being Found Out, and therefore have to stay continually, nervously attuned to what they're supposed to hold in high regard, according to the people held in high regard.  They don't soil their beaters on the lowbrow drums of the Unwashed Masses, they go off together to feel superior somewhere and hire their own:

P.R.I.V.A.T.E. D.R.U.M.M.E.R.

("Popularity Reflects Inferior Value" Argue The Elitists, Deprecatingly Rejecting Unwashed Masses' Market-Excreted Rubbish)

Tabouli
(Tina Turner's "Private Dancer" lodging worryingly in her head...)




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