Who are you?
My card, pretty lady
Devil May Care music production, Beelzebub, president
I like your style, too bad youre 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
Youve 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?
Okay, Ill sign
Write, pen
Wheres the ink?
We always use blood, its more permanent
Oh, I dont know, cant we wait for dad?
Oh, for sure, Ill be back next year, come on, Wease
Next year? Oh wait, wait, stop, stop, Ill sign
What about a band?
I know a drummer
She cant be bothered kid, shes got an interview
The interview circus is so absurd and so silly
How do you feel about your sudden success?
Well, I, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know
Its, its like fabulous, lonely too, sometimes
Oh, thats nice
This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock
Youre at the top now, sweetie
Yea, but where do I go from here?
Dont worry, I want you, we have a bargain
No, I didnt mean that, wait
Ive been waiting, now its my turn
No
According to our contract, at precisely midnight
At the moment of her greatest triumph
The party of the first part, thats you
Agrees to render up her soul now and forever more
To the party of the second part, thats me
Shall we go?