The Artist (Micro Audio Drama)

Right, just, uh, start when you're ready. We're recording. No problem, mate. She messed up my order, I don't drink coffee with cream. It's filled with chemical preservatives, do you know what's on me? The government microchipped my coffee, and I'm really not a fan of that. I think they're spying on me, I think they hired my cat. Uh, yeah, right, so, um... I don't know if this is, um... What we're looking for. Huh? Bummer, that is. More of a government man, are you? Yeah, not really, but, uh, keep trying, okay? Listen, I realize I've made poor life decisions. I could have been an accountant like my brother, but I thought I could ride Beatlemania by representing an artist of similar caliber. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jack. But then I got stuck with you. Or not. But Cody, can you please help a bloke out and at least try and write a song that appeals to more than just bunker loonies who fear the government? Government's not to be trusted, Jack. I'm giving power to the people, not just singing about bugs like other stars in this nation. Cody, and I feel silly for asking this, but have you actually listened to a Beatles record? No. Why? Perhaps you should. Then give me a song like that. That's where the money is right now. Ride their coattails while you can. They may just be another fad, but a fad big enough to get you to America. That's where the real money is. You want me to sing about the American government? No. Sing about love, or oddly colored submarines, something like the Beatles that the kids can dance to. Well, come on, now you're making a fool of me. I wouldn't dream of it, my dear man. You do that well enough yourself. Well, it would seem I'm late for my next meeting. I have to meet with a kid from the South Side who actually shows some promise. Writes stuff about submarines, does he? Yes, one can help. Ta-ta. Hmm. Submarines. Well, I could write about the government's spy submarines. There might be something to that. One, two, three, four. Warships or the nuclear submarine, I think you all know what I mean. Whether it's the president or the crown, the dictator only weighs like submarines are going down. I don't like being a spy, no. You can rely on me to fight on, no. I don't like the authoritarian guise, no. I want the freedom for me to prove I'm right. How are we feeling about that, mates? Uh, yeah, um, could you get your manager on the phone? You like her that much, eh? Are we going to America with this? Oh, no, just, uh, wondering if you could get him on the phone to give you a lift. To America? No, mate, just, uh, anywhere but my studio, please. I, I, just leave.