“And one two three four, and lower ladies, really push those booties out there. Come on Silver, lower, that’s it really work it now, and pivot, turn, hair flick, up, down and a big sexy smile for the camera, just like you did in rehearsal. Now lick your lips. Stop stop stop! Okay, let’s get make up in here real quick, where is that stupid little...?
“Here I am Mr Z.”
“Make it quicker next time…don’t just stand there! Fix her lips, they are supposed to be wet and shiny!
Silver, try not to lick your lips until we are doing the close up K’ babe?”
Arsehole! Another one who thinks he’s Don Draper, don’t they all? And look at her, up there girateing for the camera in her underwear and six inch heels. Is she truly naive enough to think she’s just selling her music, wake up princess that’s not all your selling...
“Yes Z, do you think we could have a break after this, these Louie’s are killing me?”
“Sure thing, just one more time from the top and really thrust those hips hard this time K’ babe. Think of all those fat stacks you’ll be making when your new single hits number one on the charts.
Fat stacks? The guy thinks he’s so gangster. The sad thing is that this one can actually sing, but a great voice is only ever enough if you're male. Which may be just as well for me since I don't do guys.
Ok, lets go people, we only have access to the tigers for another twenty minutes.”
I’d like to chop him into little pieces and feed him to those tigers, If only I wasn't bound by this contract, unfortunately those Illuminati had been smart and thorough. One of these days they were bound to mess up, make a mistake with one of their rituals and then they’d understand the meaning of the name Fearce.
“Here’s your low fat soy latte Sir.”
“Thank’s doll. can you tell the boy’s it’s time, Silver’s just not getting it, we are going to need Sasha's help.”
“What about queen B?”
“Shit Sharon, keep your voice down, what about B? Do you think she has exclusive rights to demonic help? What about Iggy and Katy and Silver over there don't they deserve Sasha’s help too? ”
“Oh um, yes, yes of course sir.”
“Just do your job with no questions and you’ll be fine. Do I make myself clear Sharon?”
“Yes sir, sorry, sir.”
Ahh, looks like it’s show time. I never get tired of this, watching those greedy little men with their black hoods and their pentagrams. I do so enjoy letting them think they are playing God, thinking that they have all the power. Soon enough their pathetic lives always end and then my friends and I show them who’s really in charge.