- Why did you go through my stuff?

- Oh relax, I was just tidying up your things...till I found this bombshell.

- Well, I don't feel comfortable with that.  In fact, I feel violated, very violated.

- I'm the one cleaning up after you—why didn't you wash your dish?

- I forgot, I was tired...cause I look good in it.

- What?

- I don't know—you can't go through my stuff.

- Are you trying to start a boy band?

- Yea, I'm the good-looking one and you can be the one who's always in rehab.

- You really mad, Today?

- I write for myself!  Not for the world to see.

- Lyrics for a boy band?

- Well, that's the direction it took.  You can't force the aesthetic process.

- Yea, right.  

- Like you would know—when's the last time you had a girlfriend?

- You know the manager wants me to stay single, Today.

- And alone.  That's your karma for invading airspace.

- I'm just giving you a hard time, Today.  I was messing with you.

- Well, I was taking a break.  I was just bored and it came to me—

- A vision?  Of what, asparagus?

- Don't be mad that I'm being creative and you're stuck stewing in your resentment soup.    

- Yea, don't remind me—

- Wow, that rhymed.

- What did?

- The line I just hit you with.

- It doesn't rhyme.  

- Yes it does.  

- No it doesn't—it's all flat.

- Stuck stewing in resentment soup.  Even has an s in the middle.  Nice little bow on the—

- That's alliteration.

- What?

- Alliteration, Kubla Khan.  When the words use the same sounds, not sound like each other.  Same sounds.

- Yea, that.

- That's alliteration...I think.

- It doesn't matter.  I got the juices flowing.  I was thinking maybe I could write a song and we could play it, you know, come up with some chords for it.  Maybe I could get a solo in there.  I'd have to do the writing of course because no one wants to hear about your ex.   

- (chuckles) Yea, but wouldn't this be pop music?

- There's no guitar and bass in pop music?

- I don't know, I thought it was just beats.  

- Did you read the other one too?

- What other one?

- None of your business!

- The one that looks like a witch's claws on paper?

- That's private.

- No, I didn't read anything else, Today.   I was just skimming—

- Good, that's the one I was worried about.  I don't want anyone reading it.

- Well, I tried, but I couldn't read your chicken scratch.  It looks like a madman wrote it.

- That's cause I wrote it with my other hand.

- Who do you think you are, Hendrix?