The Party of the First Part

Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
Devil May-Care Music Production, B. L. Zebubb, President
I like your style, too bad you’re not a singer
Oh, but I am, I am a singer!
Hmm, no fooling
No, no listen…
Fantastic, different
I want to be a star, oh, please!
You’ve talked me into it. Contract!
Just our standard contract, nothing fancy
Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights
Take your time, read it all
Oh, I give up. Can I trust you?
Ok, I’ll sign
Write!
Where’s the ink?
We always use blood, it’s more permanent
Oh, I don’t know, can’t we wait for Dan?
Oh, sure, I’ll be back next year. Come on, Wease
Next year?! Oh wait, wait, stop. I’ll sign
What about a band… I know a drummer
She can’t be bothered kid, she’s got an interview
The interview circus is so absurd, and so silly
How do you feel about your sudden success?
Well, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know
It’s like, fabulous. Lonely, too, sometimes
Oh, that’s nice
This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!
You’re at the top now, sweetie
Yeah, but where do I go from here?
Don’t worry, I want you, we have a bargain
No, I didn’t mean that, wait!
I’ve been waiting, now it’s my turn
No
According to our contract, at precisely midnight, at the moment of her greatest
triumph
The party of the first part, that’s you, agrees to render up her soul now and
forever more
To the party of the second part, that’s me
Shall we go?