Party Of The Part

Who are you?
My card, pretty lady.
Devil may-care music production, beelzebub scratch, 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, of 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?
Ok, Ill sign.
Write!
Wheres the ink?
We always use- blood, its more permanent.
Oh, I dont know, cant we wait for dad?
Oh, sure, Ill be back next year. come on, wease.
Next year? ! oh wait, wait, 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 feel like being a big star is really great, you know.
Its like, fabulous. lonely, too, sometimes.
Oh, thats nice.
This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock!
Youre at the top now, sweetie.
Yeah, 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?