To Hell with a Bullet Page #2

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Billy, loved the demo man!

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Thanks, Chuck. Thanks.

You really got something, kid.

Something real special.

I think your song has major potential.

Yeah?

Yeah. It's got hit written all over it.

Did you write it?

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah. I wrote it.

Good. So, when's your next show?

Ah, well, we had a gig...

Have a gig next Friday night

at The Central.

In Santa Monica?

Yeah.

You got a date, kid.

What time?

Ah, eleven. Around eleven.

See you then.

Dude, what the f***?

Hey man,

just hear me out, alright?

Dude, seriously!

You gotta leave.

Listen, Kenny,

just hear me out, man!

Dude, this is pathetic.

Kenny, guys...

Hey...

I got Chuck Leeson

from Etternity Records...

He wants to come see us

play next week, alright?

I'm sorry bro, hold on a second.

Dude, you gotta leave right now!

Kenny, bro, I sh*t you not...

This is real, man.

Chuck Leeson called me.

He's coming to the show bro,

next week...

Butch, Butch... wait...!

Na, Na, it's cool bro...

Looks like you fags need

to kiss n' make up.

Dude, hold on!

I'm done!

Oh!

F***in' sweet.

You've f***ed things up

all over again, Billy.

Butch, really?

Just hear him out!

Hear him out!

Yeah, yeah, let's hear

what he has to say.

Fine. What?

Well, look man, y'know, it's a long

story but I gave him our demo...

Which demo?

The, ah, the old one.

Anyway, he loved it. He called me up and

said he wants to come see us play, alright?

So, you know?

I sh*t you not, dude.

This is real.

Okay?

He's coming to our gig next week!

This is our chance, man. Y'know?

To prove ourselves.

That's why I'm here,

here to plead with you.

Just give me a another chance.

So even if you did have this

Chuck Leeson guy coming down...

How you gonna sing?

You thought about that, Billy?

Yeah. I got it.

It's under control.

I'm glad you called.

Ah, yeah, sorry it's so late.

That's quite alright.

I'm somewhat of a night owl.

So, Mr. Quantreaux...

Or do you prefer Billy?

Billy. Billy's fine.

So, how can I help?

My voice...

Okay.

Yeah, I've been having this problem

for a long time now, and...

I got a really important

gig coming up... so I...

I understand.

I might be able to

help you with that, Billy.

Yeah, problem is, I...

I don't know how

I'm gonna to pay you.

Payment is of little

consequence right now Billy.

We'll work something

out later of course.

Main thing is, we need to get

you in tip top condition...

For your show next Friday.

How did you know that

I was playing Friday?

I keep my eye on

the local scene.

You could say I have a...

Voracious appetite...

For music.

Always have done.

In fact, I've worked with...

Many musicians over the years.

Everyone from...

Robert Johnson...

Jimmy Page...

Keith Richards.

That's cool, Doc. Um...

But, those are guitar players. I thought

you worked exclusively with singers.

You could say I've changed

my focus a little over the years.

Look, the main thing is...

We need to return your voice...

To it's prime.

This, Billy...

Is a contract.

I need you to sign it before

we start the regeneration process.

Re, regeneration process?

That sounds fancy.

What is that, stem-cell...?

It's a procedure that

only I can achieve.

Well, is it safe?

It depends on what

you deem as safe.

It's not FDA approved if

that's what you mean.

But then, nothing

that's really good is.

Right?

Right. I guess I mean...

I don't really have a choice.

Wait a minute, tiger!

You always have a choice.

No, no, I know.

I just mean it's cool.

I'll sign it.

You might want to read it first.

Na, I don't need to read it.

I mean, you're going

to cure me, right?

Cure you?

Wrong word.

You'll sing like a virtuoso

when I'm finished with you, though.

So...

What do you get out of this, exactly?

Everything.

Everything?

Everything you own, Billy...

Will belong to me.

The whole kit and caboodle.

So, what...

You want me to suck your dick or somethin'?

Is that what this is about?

No, Billy...

I do not want you to do that.

Good, cause it's not

gonna f***ing happen.

This is all kind'a weird.

Y'know?

Weird?

Oh, yeah, it's weird.

Boo!

You f***ing with me, Doc?

Do I look like I'm f***ing

with you, Billy?

No. I guess not.

Everything, huh?

Everything.

Considering I don't have

anything, it's a hell of a deal.

That's a matter of opinion, Billy.

So, does this, rejuvenation thing...

Hurt?

You might feel a small twinge.

But that's normal.

Is everything alright in there?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hey?!

Durmot?

Hey, man, you still open?

Hey. What's up killer?

Killer?

Yeah, killer.

What do you mean by that?

It's an expression of endearment used by

my countrymen for someone who's near and dear.

Well, are you comin' in or not,

you f***in' c*nt?

What are you drinking lad?

Shot of tequila and a beer.

So, how's the sex-bomb?

Who, Dallas?

No. One of the other many consorts in your

fully stocked harem of delectable beauties.

Who else, you f***in' bastard?

She's gone, man.

Jesus!

Thought you two were peas in a pod.

Five f***in' years, right?

Six.

That's too bad, mate.

Where are you staying?

F***, man, I'm still at the pad.

Does she move out?

Kind'a, I mean um...

She's still there.

Kind'a.

Well, bottoms up!

So, what the f*** happened, man?

I don't know, man.

I guess she just got

sick of my sh*t. Y'know...

Supporting me,

doing all the band stuff.

That's too bad, Billy.

Yeah. I really loved her.

Yeah, f*** it, maybe you guys'll

work things out? You know?

I don't think that's gonna happen.

So, what's up with the band anyway?

You guys are still playing on Friday, right?

Uh, why? What did you hear?

That f***in' Kenny says

it might not happen.

Well, it's gonna f***ing happen!

Almost didn't, though.

Y'know. They practically

kicked me out after ten years.

You believe that sh*t?

I've been having trouble

with my voice, man. Y'know?

I'm sure Kenny probably told you...

Yeah, he said somethin', man.

Look, man, I got it back though.

Seriously, Durmot.

Really?

Yeah man, my voice, it's like

it was ten years ago, dude.

I got the vocal range, the power...

The control, man.

Ah, I got it all.

You cut out the white stuff or somethin'?

I mean, I guess, yeah.

Because, dude, seriously. If you want my

opinion, that's been your problem all along.

Na, dude I got that

under control, man.

That's what they all say, Billy.

Seriously, man.

You'd be on the top of the f***in' world

if it wasn't for the f***ing coke...

The speed, the meth or whatever the f***

else you were jammin' up your nose.

Come on man,

I was never that bad.

I'm your friend, brother. And I'm

telling you right now, you were bad.

Really f***ing bad.

You blew the f***in' chance

of a lifetime, ten years ago...

When you told, what's

his f***, Eisner...?

Lee Eisner.

Lee Eisner, to go f*** himself...

'Cause the deal that he was giving

you was a f***ing joke.

When in actuality,

it was a good deal if I recall.

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