Rosey sat in her room, wantonly plucking shakey notes over rusty strings. It had been years since she picked up the banjo.
"What the f^ck am I listening to?!" The top music exec curdled over conference call.
The adversary liked to humiliate her at all costs.
Little did they know,
Their plot was
Rosey was no stranger to being f^cked over.
No tricks could rattle her.
The music exec digested the event, reflecting back to what let him there.
" LARRY ! LAAAAARY!"
Madman through the receiver.
"HAVE I GOT IT FOR YOU."
Voice raising to near hysterics.
The next thing he knew...
"I'VE GOT HER ON THE LINE NOW, GOTTA HEAR THIS!" >>>>>>>>
... to sheer confusion.
Maniac echoing into eternity.
"You wanna be famous, Larry?"
"I'm already famous", slipped as a mutter.
"Yea, but do you want to go down in history as 'Tha'Man' who was recruited at the most critical moment, Tha'Man who advanced at ludacris speed in the most daring of ways, Tha'Man who..."
"Stop kissing my ass and get to the point."