My interview with a werewolf . . .

"Okay, you don't like pictures", you say in the calmest voice you can manage. Though your heart starts to race, you try desperately to clamp down on the terror you're feeling. After all, you remember, wolves can smell fear. "How about an interview?"

"My interview with a werewolf", you continue, noting that the previously ferocious creature seems to be listening. "Yes, I can see the headline now. Why I could win an award ... and you could be a very wealthy celebrity, sir."

The werewolf actually seems to be considering the proposition. Boy, I am good, you think to yourself. I even convinced me. Must be all the work in the tabloid business; hopefully money works just as well as music for taming the savage beast.

You stand confidently, waiting for the werewolf's reply ...

Written by Compudemon (edited by wanderer)

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