Jem and the Holograms

I make videos because

it's a part of who I am.

I'm in this constant state of change.

I'm not really myself on my channel.

I'm all these different characters.

Everyone has a secret identity.

Versions of ourselves

that we create to be shared

and liked and followed.

Why else would Facebook

give everyone a wall?

Because after you make

your life look perfect,

you need something to hide behind.

Okay. Much better.

So now you know my real secret identity.

But with all the identities

we have access to online,

there's always been one question I

haven't been quite able to answer.

Which one's the real you?

Now I know that sounds like

something I got off a poster

in my guidance counselor's office,

but that doesn't change the

fact that it's the truth.

Which is what, I, Jerrica Benton,

am here to confess to you,

my closest friend,

the Internet.

I just really never expected

things to get so out of hand.

Especially because less than one month

ago, at the beginning of the summer,

nobody even knew I existed.

I was living the most

unexceptional life

in the least likely place imaginable...

Pineview, California.

Okay.

Here comes the truth.

Hello, welcome to Kimbercam.

So 10 years ago, when I was eight,

I moved here from Los Angeles

with my little sister, Kimber.

Now you know how

some people go online

and over share every tiny,

little detail of their lives?

- Well, Kimber basically invented that.

- Ta-da.

Her life is just an open

e-book for everyone to see,

not that they want to or not.

- I'm waiting.

- Since we live with our Aunt Bailey,

that means we also get to live

with her two foster daughters.

There's Shana, who is a fashionista

who thinks way outside the box.

And Aja, who's a part-time genius,

full-time badass.

Girls, come down and

meet your sisters.

Aunt Bailey took us in 10 years ago

when Kimber and I had

nowhere else to go.

And the five of us have

been a family ever since.

Now there's only one missing

piece, and it's a big one.

My dad, Emmett.

He would call me his diamond

in the rough, or his Jem.

All right, so what I'm trying to

do right now is fix this circuit,

which is giving me lots of problems.

But try and try again, so...

He was an inventor, a dreamer,

always working on his

greatest creation.

5-1-N-3-R-G-Y.

Or what he'd call "Synergy."

Even though his philosophy was to

always finish what you've started,

um, he passed away before

he got to complete this one.

I can't even get the

thing to turn on,

but for now, I keep it on my shelf

so I still feel like he's with me.

Here she is, in her native habitat.

- No! Kimber, not now.

- An eager, free-spirited artist ready...

- to share her songs with the world!

- Seriously, stop it!

Can I not have five seconds of privacy?

- You know I don't like it when you sneak up on me.

- Cool it, J. I come in peace.

Two things. First of all,

your hair is a total mess.

- As always.

- It's supposed to be like that.

Hanging in front of your face?

Literally poking you in the eyeballs?

Everyone wears it like

this. Trust me, it's cool.

Okay. Well, this is better.

Look, I can see you. There you are.

Okay, whatever. What's the second thing?

I don't like being on camera.

- Get out! Get out!

- Stop!

Now, I know what you're thinking.

This many girls under one roof,

recipe for disaster, right?

Well, if you're thinking that, that's

sexist, and you should be ashamed of yourself.

Because we actually get along really well.

We're a family.

- Calm down!

- No! I'm not going to calm down!

- I spent my own money on this!

- I need you to listen.

- Hello! Anybody?

- What?

- What's happening?

- I was just trying to help out our little Kimber,

and the next thing I know

she's going all Katniss on me.

Look what she did to my favorite skirt.

She turned it into a denim napkin.

Denim napkin's actually a really good idea.

- I'm so tired of you, Shana!

- Oh! Don't call me.

- But I love you.

- Hey, so, if anyone asks I was here all morning.

- We thought you were.

- Exactly.

Look, I'm just tired of you

improving my clothes, okay?

I don't want to look like

a fashion refugee from 1985.

- I think it's fine.

- I'm glad you think that, Aja,

- because she did the same exact thing to your favorite dress.

- Surprise.

Do you remember what Dr. Kessler

said about breathing before we react?

I love it! This would look way better.

- Why would you do that?

- What the hell are you doing?

- Shana, you can't take clothes and do this to people.

- I'm making everyone...

- Five minutes of peace and quiet.

- Hey, hey!

- I'm trying to focus.

- Whoa! God!

Kimber, hit a C note.

- Seriously, Aunt Bailey?

- Yeah, seriously. Let's go.

Very nice. Kimber, you were a little flat.

What?

Shana, you were a little sharp.

I would love nothing more than

to get you all a new wardrobe,

but the store's not doing great.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

Money's tight until we sell the house, and I'm

just trying to make the most of what we've got.

And I know that I messed up and I'm sorry.

Okay?

- Come here.

- Oh, my God.

If you want to hug something, can

you hug one of those grocery bags?

Weirdest family ever.

While we're coming clean, I might've

possibly borrowed these without asking you.

The earrings my dad gave me?

I have a problem. Sorry.

My room is locked.

Yeah, but not in any serious way.

Let's go! Or I'm going

to make you sing again.

- Wait, you guys. Guys, I just had the greatest idea.

- A music video?

Yeah. Shana and Aja, we can do

that song we've been working on.

And Jerrica, if you want,

you can back me up on vocals.

- I'm in.

- Sweet.

I'm just going to stay

here and help Aunt Bailey.

Come on! It'll be fun.

- Just be yourself.

- Or not.

You're in real luck, because

Aunt Bailey's a real hoarder.

- Wait. What did you just call me?

- A collector.

Yeah. That's what I thought you said.

We can go to the garage and use

all the old clothes in the back,

and no one even needs to know it's you.

We can get you a disguise.

Whoo!

Welcome to Aunt Bailey's garage.

You and me

We can do the red light

dance till the morning after

Wait and see

We can have a 10-night-stand

We can bring the rapture

Turn me on Light it

up wherever we go

Rocking dusk till dawn,

baby Quentin Tarantino

Going all night long

in my daddy's El Camino

Baby, all you

gotta do is call

Hit me up

We can get together

Turn it to 11

Boy, you know you wanna

Oh, I want ya

No, I can't wait

another second

- Come on!

- Baby, hit me up

We can get together

Turn it to 11

Boy, you know you wanna

Oh, hit me up

- You'll wear this one.

- Oh!

No complaining.

Me and you

Underneath the diamond

sky on a ruby Tuesday

Oh, my God!

How do I look? Ladies?

Truly?

Truly, truly?

Outrageous.

Do the hair flip, no? Okay.

Hit me up

We can get together Turn it to 11

Boy, you know you

wanna, oh Hit me up

I can get you hotter

High as helicopters

Boy, you know you

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