We can't pay the price of the demo tapes, unless we take the demo tapes to the record company and get paid.

Hello, exactly!

That's not an MP, that's a YP.

You're proud.

Come up with the money and I'll give you the tapes.

That's it.

All right, now you're talking about my head.

I don't know this industry jargon, YP, MP, whatever.

All I know is that I cannot get a record contract.

We can't get a record contract unless I take these tapes.

And granted, the tapes themselves are your, are your, are your, are your, that you own them, okay?

But the magic that is on the tapes, that card and soul that we put into those tapes, that is ours.

And you don't own that.

Now I need to take that magic and get it to the record company.

Okay, and they're waiting for us.

We're supposed to be there half hour ago.

Have you heard the tapes I've even heard them?

We're guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good!

And that's how we got this imaginary radio show.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a Tuesday afternoon edition of TBTL.

This right here, this is a show that just might be too beautiful to live.

Good God, let me know your breath.

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