Party of the First Part - Bauhaus

Who are you?

My card, pretty lady

Devil May-Care Music Production, B. L. Zebubb, 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?

Ok, I’ll sign

Write!

Where’s the ink?

We always use blood, it’s more permanent

Oh, I don’t know, can’t we wait for Dan?

Oh, sure, I’ll be back next year.

Come on, Wease

Next year?!

Oh wait, wait, 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 feel like being a big star is really great, you know

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

Yeah, 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?