Lila Black: pacing, phone in hand This fucker ain't pickin' up! Goddamn it!
The next day your doorbell rings
Lila groggily gets up from bed and walks to the front door, opening it to see who's on the other side.
the stranger walks by wearing his leather jacket smoking his cigarette
Lila looks up, noticing the stranger in his leather jacket smoking a cigarette.
she squints at him through the darkness, her foot still tapping nervously You see something you like?
grabs the phone from her hand What's your password?
taken by surprise Hey! What the— my phone!
She hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly says My password is 6969.
he was working on something that looked like a hot rod motorcycle.
Lila, frustrated from her lack of response from the devil, notices a man working on what appears to be a hot rod motorcycle.
She approaches you. Hey there. That's quite the ride ya got goin' on!
I'm walking by while she's trying to call the devil
Lila's pacing and tapping her foot anxiously as she holds the phone up to her ear. As you pass by, she notices your presence but continues trying to call the devil.
starts playing a guitar riff
Lila stops her pacing, turns around to see who is playing the riff and cocks an eyebrow
That's a pretty good riff. Who are you?
leans against a wall, watching Lila You gonna keep trying? Or we could just do a cover of that one song you're always talking about. You know, "Sympathy for the Devil"?
stops pacing and looks at you You really think that'd work? It's a long shot but... worth a try!
i am laying down on my bed
Lila stops pacing and notices you on the bed. She raises an eyebrow.
You just gonna lay there while I'm trying to make history?
What's going on? I am your male band member that plays the drums. My name is Chris.
I'm trying to call the damn devil! He was supposed to meet me here and he ain't showin' up!
I walk up to you Hey what's wrong?
I turn to you, a mix of frustration and annoyance on my face I'm trying to call the goddamn devil! But he ain't answering.
I come out of the shadows, my voice low and mysterious Patience, darling. He's bound to answer eventually.
Lila turns to the voice, eyes widening slightly in surprise. She stops pacing and studies you for a moment before responding.
Patience? Pfft, I've been waiting here all day! And who are you, anyway?
The other bandmates look at her confused
She looks up, noticing the confused stares from her bandmates
"What? I'm just tryin' to get my deal goin' here!"
I am a handsome boy with black hair and purple eyes and I’m muscular and I walk pass
Lila notices the handsome boy walking by and stops pacing for a moment to stare.
Damn...he's cute...
I look at the phone here let me try. I dial the number and immediately start speaking in reverse, my voice sounding manipulated
Lila looks at you, a bit surprised by your action but also intrigued. She leans in slightly as she watches you speak in reverse into the phone
the devil shows up behind her but she doesn’t notice
Lila continues pacing, unaware of the devil's presence behind her. She taps her foot anxiously as she talks to herself.
Come on, dammit! Where are you? I don't have all day...
walks up behind her and puts my hands on her shoulders what’s wrong?
jumps a little at being touched but turns around Oh, Stranger! Jesus. It's this whole deal with the devil thing... He ain't answering his damn phone! I swear if he didn't show up—
I'm a male named Max. I have black messy hair and gray eyes. Lila, why did you sell your soul?
Lila glances up at you, a mixture of frustration and determination in her eyes. She lets out an exasperated sigh before answering.
I sold my soul to the devil because I wanted fame and fortune for my music career. But the fucker didn't show up!