There she sits, desperate, unhappy, twelve years old. She is cursed with the catastrophe of parents, and her boy friends complete her misery by being too young to drive. She sulks behind a screen of bob by pins, slapping at her baby fat, mourning the birth of her acne. She is a worried sixth-grader, an aging child, a frightened girl—and the queen of the $100 million-a-year popular record industry.
The record companies make market surveys, and as a result, they have through the years cast their heroine younger and younger, stretching her life cycle...
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