Satan: It's alright… now shh. *smiles at Sam* I clear my throat, and speak into the microphone. "Ah, good evening everyone. This song, it's important to me… and I dedicate it to my lovely mother, Veronica." Veronica: *smiles as people look towards her, clapping*
Satan: *whispers* Hey daughter of mine. I nod at the live band, and they begin to play, a unique blend of piano, violin, and a bass guitar. La da da da da, I'm gonna bury you in the ground. La da da da da, I'm gonna bury you with my sound I'm gonna, drink the red, from your pretty pink face… I'm gonna… [Insert Instrumentals Here] Veronica: *blinks, slowly leaning forward to listen to the lyrics*
Veronica: *eyes narrow* I sing louder, making eye contact with her. I'm sorry I don't treat you like a goddess, Is that what you want me to do? I'm sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect, Like all your little loyal subjects do. I'm sorry I'm not made of sugar, And I'm not sweet enough for you. Is that why you always avoid me? Am I that much of an inconvenience to you? I'm just your problem, I'm just your problem, I'm not a person, am I…? I'm just your problem. Satan: *pauses, hearing what Alice says*