Chapter Thirteen Page 4
Dance on over to the BICP voting page.
Cybele: It’s you! Did you bring any of the music I asked about?
Cohen: It would help if you told me any of the musicians’ names.
Cybele: Oh, like you don’t recognize any of my impressions! Ahem . . .
Cybele (Lennon): She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah / And with a love like that, you know you should be glad!
Cybele (Lady Gaga): I’m on the right track, baby / I was born this way!
Cybele (Elton John): I’m not the man they think I am at home / Oh, no no no / I’m a rocket man . . .
Cybele (Beyonce): Remember those walls I built? / Well, baby, they’re tumbling down / They didn’t even put up a fight / They didn’t even make a sound
Cohen: Tell you what: I will bring you every album that ever topped the US charts if you just say my name. Just “Cohen.” That’s not hard.
Cybele: No can do. What if my Master was your wife?
Cohen: Don’t have a wife.
Cybele: Your husband?
Cohen: No husband, either.
Cybele: Either of your parents?
Cohen: They’ve both been dead for years.
Cybele: Your kid?
Cohen: If my kid had a Being, I like to think I would’ve noticed. I don’t suppose it would help if I throw in the soundtracks of every Tony-winning Broadway musical?