Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Show Biz Satan
"Perfect, Satan! Just perfect!"
"Thank you, Solly."
"That shot worked super due to your outstanding lighting skills! You're the best in the business!"
"Well, I am the Master of Darkness! To understand the dark, you also must comprehend the light."
"Luckiest day of my life when you came calling on me. Who knew you were enamored of show business?"
"I was ready to take your soul as the most corrupt producer in Hollywood! But you offered me a job I couldn't resist."
"And since then we've made show business history!"
"But when will I realize my dream to work with Meryl Streep? You recall, Sol Berman, after that is when I take you!
"Sorry, but ... umm ... Meryl ... uhh ... is on location for another six months."
"By the fires of Hades! Now what?"
"Satan, say hello to Mark Ruffalo."
I'm so glad Satan found his metier and may be leaving us all alone for a while. For that you can thank producer Sol Berman and the Friday Fictioneers, to whom this brief story (alright, 140 words, what's it to ya?) is the weekly offering by yours truly based on the intriguing picture prompt above.
I don't know why I think Mark Ruffalo is kind of an amusing reference. He's a good actor, but I find something funny about him. Then again, judging from my success as a humor writer, what do I know about funny? The other Fictioneers know funny, and dramatic, and poetic, and much more so it's time to leave me, Sol Berman, Mark Ruffalo, and Satan back in the studio and click here.
Devil with the blue dress on? No, devil clutching an Oscar. Next March.