Rock and Roll 420A Story by Chris Woestenburg Some big business types will tell you anything to make more money. They'll even get in bed with you! He was seated in his high back, elephant leather chair behind his large mahogany desk. His was the largest office in the building, so large it had two entrances, as was befitting of the most successful record executive at the most successful record label in the world. He wore a suit made of black panther hide with a tie made cobra skin, all accoutrements of his wardrobe a perfect fit to his lithe form. His hair was slicked back to absolute compliance, not one hair out of place. Under that hair was a sharp-featured face, clean shaven of course, with piercing, hawk like eyes. On his desk there was only a piece of paper, a phone, a laptop, and a lavish pot with a sprouting plant of some sort. There was no nonsensical knick-knackery, as he was much too professional for such things. At precisely 3:00pm, the phone on his desk beeped, and a woman's voice sounded through. "Mr. Flash, your 3:00 is here," the woman said. "Should I send him in?" "Yes, that would be ace Beatrice. That would be really ace." He replied, his voice booming with confidence. Chase Allen, lead singer for Rock 'N' Roll 420, entered the office moments later. He was wearing a tatty grey shirt mottled with stains and bits of food. His broken-in jeans sported small rips and wear marks. His long brown hair hung down in unkept spontaneity. as he approached the desk Mr. Flash shot out a hand and offered him a slimy smile. "Hi there, Stevie Flash, record executive." "Chase Allen." He said as he shook hands. "Great name! Wow, what a great name! I would give my son that name in a second!" Stevie Flash claimed with the embarrassing enthusiasm of a suck-up. "Thanks." Chase replied. "And he has manners, too. Hey somebody get this guy some sort of award or something," Mr. Flash yelled as he gestured towards Chase, "nah, I'm just havin' some fun with you. So, listen, I heard your demo and I gotta tell you, I loved it. It was super sick. Super sick, dude. We want to sign you." Chase, a little taken aback said, "Really? Just like that? I mean, I would have to talk to my band first." "Of course. I understand. It's a brotherhood. That's super sick. Super sick. But at least take a look at the contract I wrote up for you." Mr. Flash requested as he slid the paper across the desk to Chase. Chase took a moment to read over the contract, and a moment was all he needed, because there turned out to be very few words on it. "What's this? it just says, 'Make money. Lots of money. Wow will you ever make lots of money.'" "You like that quote? Have it, it's yours." Mr. flash said. "Have the quote? That doesn't even make sense." Chase claimed. "No," Mr. Flash quickly said as he put his index finger in the air. "it makes dollars!" "I think I'm just gonna go." Chase said as he began to stand up. "Wait! Just before you do that, let me ask you this: Do you like watermelon, Chase?" "Uh, yeah, it's pretty good." "Well then I want you to have this, no strings attached." Mr. Flash said as he slid the potted plant across his desk. "It's a juvenile watermelon tree. If you water it, it will grow. Just like your career will grow if you sign on with us." "I'm out, this is fucked." Chase said as he resumed his exit. "Just one last question." Mr. Flash claimed, still boasting a confident tone. "What kind of car do you drive?" Sighing, Chase said, "A Honda Accord." "Great car. Solid car. Super sick car. Well, what do you say?" Mr. Flash asked as he gestured to the contract again. Chase didn't even respond as he turned around and walked out the door. Only to find himself mysteriously and instantaneously transported to inside the doorway of the other end of the office. Confused and terrified, he quickly walked back through that door, only to return through the first one. He began running through the magical doors, trying desperately to figure out what was going on. He looked back to where Stevie Flash was seated at his desk, but he was just laughing hysterically at Chase while shoving large chunks of watermelon into his mouth. All of a sudden Chase felt a tugging jolt in his body. He found himself awake in his bed with sweat soaked sheets. Breathing hard, he looked around his room and was flooded with relief. He took a deep, slow breath and whispered to himself, "Just a dream. It was just a dream." A nauseatingly confident voice in the bed beside him made him turn in alarm. "You're right, Chase," Mr. Flash said, "it was just a dream. But if you sign with us, you will see that dreams can come true." He handed Chase the contract.
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Chris WoestenburgKelowna, BC, CanadaAboutI hope to use this website as practice for my more ambitious undertakings in the future. I might turn some of the writing I do on this site into videos, similar to my other ones: https://www.you.. more..Writing
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