[a fair trade]

Title: A Fair Trade

Author: rowan

Summary: A cracked-out short story

Disclaimer: I have no connections to any of the beings in this story, which exists only in my own little drug-induced reality. Plus I don't use any full names, so maybe it's not about whom you think it's about. [I am, of course, lying. This is so about him.]

[Stage direction: Action!]

So I just sign right here?

On the dotted line.

Then what happens?

I own it.

Forever?

Or until you can come up with an acceptable trade.

Has any one ever managed to get thiers back?

No.

I didn’t think so. So you swear this isn’t a trick.

I didn’t trick Madonna.

Madonna sold you hers?

Are you kidding me? Of course. Hell, you should’ve seen her before. At least you can already sing.

Oh. I guess so. You swear you can make me famous?

Look kid, I don’t have all day! Well, I do actually have all eternity. However, you don’t. I came all the way down here to Florida for Christ’s sake. Do you realize how hot it here down here? And you’re wasting my time. Sign the fuckin’ contract!

Where else do you have to be?

I have an appointment with a girl named Britney.

I have a friend named Britney.

I don’t care.

Touchy.

Sign it.

First or last name?

Both.

I have a question.

Of course you do.

What are you going to do with it?

I get points in the game.

What game?

You said a question.

All right. There.

Thank you. See ya round, Justin.

I’m going to get it back you know.

Of course you will kid. Of course you will. Enjoy the ride.

*Author’s Note:

What? It could happen.

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