The Lazarus Project had been over huge here, which made Ginny proud. They'd gone through their entire set, including a ripping cover of Nine Inch Nails' 'Head Like A Hole', which had gotten everyone going.
Now, it was time for their big finale. And since they had some longtime fans here, Ginny knew what to do. How to set it up.
"Alright... we got one more to do here for you..." she grinned evilly. "And this is not only for every woman who's ever been mocked or ridiculed or judged... but also for every woman out there who's ever supported us. Don't ever let anyone make you feel like anything less than a beautiful, wonderful woman. Because every one of us is beautiful. Every. One."
As she introduced the finale, a buzz went through the crowd, and as Stephanie started the opening chords of "Made To Measure", the front of the stage was crowded with girls of every shape and size, ready to sing along with what had become the band's unofficial anthem.
"I was born like this with hips like this Lips like this and wrists like this Legs like this and arms like this A fist like this to hit you with, now
You’re like school on Sunday You ain’t got no class Keep runnin’ your mouth off but You can kiss my ass
Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall
I got the curves to fear I got the words to feel And when I scream I've heard them say I’ve got the voice to heal I got the curves to fear I got the words to feel You don't have to be sorry you don't have to be saved You just need to be proud of the body that god gave
Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall
Listen to me say..Yeah! I'm so fat I'm fucked up I'm so skinny I'm sick I'm so tired of the magazines Talkin that bullshit I'm not fat, they're fucked up I'm not skinny, they're sick I'm just so tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit
I was born like this, with eyes like this teeth like this, and thighs like this a face like this, a waist like this When I die..I'll die like this...now You're like school on Sunday You ain't got no class Keep running your mouth but I just might kick your ass!
Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall
Let me hear you say...Yeah! You're so fat, you're fucked up You're so skinny, you're sick You're so tired of the magazines Talking that bullshit
You're not fat, they're fucked up You're not skinny, they're sick You're just tired of critics who keep talking that bullshit
Now what?-Now what?-Now what?-What you gonna say the next time you see us? Now what?-Now what?-Now what?-What you gonna say the next time you see me?"
As the song ended, the crowd exploded in applause, as Ginny threw a fist into the air.
"Thank you! Without you, we would not exist... you're all wonderful!"