Ravings of a Textual Deviant

“But what about the prince?”

“Doll, with your voice, you’ll be a star. You’ll have a career. Sign with me, and the prince will throw himself at your feet. Uh, fins. Princes, kings, emperors, even movie stars.”

“Would I be able to see my father and sisters?”

“Yeah, between gigs, no problem. For you, we will even guarantee front-row seats for them. At, uh, coastal venues.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“Ten percent is industry standard.”

Melusine examined the contract.

“It’s a hell of a lot better than the deal my idiot sister made. Where do I sign?”

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