Last night, Will I. Am came to me in a dream.
Dressed in an elegantly tailored suit, he delivered a PowerPoint presentation to me, in which he firmly but reasonably demonstrated how his pop band was suited perfectly to my pop listening needs, and how his brand could synergize easily with my own.
The quality of music, he explained, was irrelevant.
The next morning, I awoke with a chill. It’d been so vivid I’d nearly thought it had truly happened.
And all through my day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be a good, good night…
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Will I. Am
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Yikes, sounds like a nightmare to me . . .ReplyDelete
can't help but agree :DReplyDelete