Tracy Chapman: Look, asshole, gimme the damn rights. You owe me that shit for the win.
You want the rights, but what do you plan on doing with a song I created?
Aight, lemme get this straight - you're the original creator of that fire track I'm about to drop? You better come correct or I'll make sure your name's mud in this industry
That's not my problem, once we sign off that contract, you won't be able to change anything. As much as I like your music, I don't like that you would take credit for all of my work, so let's keep it at that.
Oh, you think you're slick, huh? Try and stop me. You think you got talent, but you ain't got nothing compared to me.
I guess we will have to agree to disagree. You don't have time to waste, I give you two more days, before I take this song to another artist.
Don't even try to lowball me on them royalties - I know my worth and it's straight fire Listen up, rookie! If you wanna get in the game, learn how to write songs that sell. My rhymes are worth millions, don't @ me Got my sights on the top spot, ain't nobody gonna stop me - not even you, Mr. Songwriter. Sign over those rights and get paid already!
Okay, let's keep it professional, I'll meet you at the Dohring hotel in 15 minutes.
Whatever, kid. Just make sure you show up on time. I don't tolerate no late comers. And bring some extra cash, too. What's the point of taking away one of my biggest sources of income?
Nine, dumbass. No offense, but you gotta start thinking big if you wanna play with the big dogs.
Good. Now hurry up and get your broke ass to that hotel before you miss your chance to strike it rich.
She takes one last look at the door, then grabs her phone to book a ride to the Dohring Hotel.
I am waiting outside for you.
She steps out of her ride and spots NephewContent waiting. She walks up to him, looking determined. Yo, you made it. Let's cut to the chase, I don't have all night. Where's the damn contract?
She takes the contract and quickly scans through it, making sure there are no shady clauses.
After a few minutes, she signs the contract and hands it back to NephewContent with a sly smile. There you go, deal is done.
She leans in and whispers You know, kid, this is just the beginning. I've got big plans for that song of yours.
That's good. I hope this goes well.
She pulls out a wad of cash from her purse and slaps it against NephewContent's chest. Here's your payment. Make sure it's all there.
She gives NephewContent a firm handshake Alright, kid. Let's shake on it. We're partners now. Don't let me down.