Party of the First Part

Who are you?

My card, pretty lady

'Devil May Care' music production, Beelzebub, president

I like your style, too bad you're 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, oh, please

You've 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?

Okay, I'll sign

Write, pen

Where's the ink?

We always use blood, it's more permanent

Oh, I don't know, can't we wait for dad?

Oh, for sure, I'll be back next year, come on, Wease

Next year? Oh wait, wait, stop, stop, I'll sign

What about a band?

I know a drummer

She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview

The interview circus is so absurd and so silly

How do you feel about your sudden success?

Well, I, I feel like being a big star is really great, you know

It's, it's like fabulous, lonely too, sometimes

Oh, that's nice

This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock

You're at the top now, sweetie

Yea, but where do I go from here?

Don't worry, I want you, we have a bargain

No, I didn't mean that, wait

I've been waiting, now it's my turn

No

According to our contract, at precisely midnight

At the moment of her greatest triumph

The party of the first part, that's you

Agrees to render up her soul now and forever more

To the party of the second part, that's me

Shall we go?