Five electronic musicians walk into a bar and encounter a wizard with a
long white beard working at the counter. The wizard said that he would grant
all of them one wish.
"No crazy wishes, please," warned the wizard. "I helped
one guy yesterday and it resulted in heavy beats and a real life T-Rex. And
don't get me started on that Zombie dude."
After some hesitation, Skrillex stepped forward. "I would like to
make a living with my music and be an inspiration to the people around
me." Later on, he founded the OWSLA label and rose to great fame. Before
he left, the wizard asked, "Do you want any drinks or some fish?"
Skrillex answered, "I'll take the fish if that's all the food you
have."
The wizard took out the fish from the freezer, wrapped it up and handed
it to him. With a wave of his hand, Skrillex got a brand new haircut. "Thanks
man," said Skrillex. "I'm sure my family will like this meal..."
Then the front of one of his shoes got caught in a crack in the wooden floor.
He fell to the floor with a yelp and the bag landed not too far away. "Why
does he always end up dropping the bass?" Deadmau5 asked with a sigh.
Skrillex picked himself up, retrieved the fish and walked out of the bar. “My one wish is to be on my way,” said
Skrillex. With a snap of his fingers, the wizard sent Skrillex on his way.
Deadmau5 then walked up to the wizard and declared, "I would like the same thing, except with more trance." So then, he became a member of Ultra Music label and became highly recognized for his talent. “Grant me a new mouse helmet.” The wizard smiled and pulled out a new silver mouse helmet from a box. “My friend made this,” he explained. “Not by magic.”
Deadmau5 then walked up to the wizard and declared, "I would like the same thing, except with more trance." So then, he became a member of Ultra Music label and became highly recognized for his talent. “Grant me a new mouse helmet.” The wizard smiled and pulled out a new silver mouse helmet from a box. “My friend made this,” he explained. “Not by magic.”
After a while, the wizard cleared his throat. "How did your mouse
die?" the wizard asked with concern as the artist stood up.
Deadmau5 rolled his eyes, flipped
his finger and walked away. The wizard looked confused. "What did I
say?" “I wish to leave,” said
Deadmau5. The wizard sighed, snapped his fingers and Deadmau5 disappeared.
The wizard turned to one of the men with a silver robot helmet on his head. "What is your wish?" he asked. "We're together," said a robotic voice from the other masked man with a golden helmet. Then the first man quickly adds, "Not in that way. We're Daft Punk."
The wizard turned to one of the men with a silver robot helmet on his head. "What is your wish?" he asked. "We're together," said a robotic voice from the other masked man with a golden helmet. Then the first man quickly adds, "Not in that way. We're Daft Punk."
"I see" said the wizard.
The first man said "We need to go get ready for our show tomorrow
night, so we would like a ride..." The second man pushed a button and
mentioned to a futuristic parked Tron car that had appeared, across the street
outside.
"I forgot that we parked that there," said the first man.
"Thanks for the offer, wizard." They both said.
"Oh before we leave,"
added the second man, "Can we get a shot of your specialty drink?"
"How would you like it?" the wizard asked.
"Harder, better, faster, and stronger," answered the second
man. "Coming right up." The wizard came back with two glasses. After
enjoying their drinks, the two artists got in their self-driving car. “We wish
to be transported to our destination,” they said at the same time. They soon
disappeared into thin air when the wizard snapped his fingers once more.
After several moments of silence, the last musician spoke. "All of their music is absolutely amazing." He emitted an aura of mystery. From his laptop, he played a series of dubstep beats that would have put the other artists to shame.
After several moments of silence, the last musician spoke. "All of their music is absolutely amazing." He emitted an aura of mystery. From his laptop, he played a series of dubstep beats that would have put the other artists to shame.
"Yes indeed," the wizard agreed. Then he asked, "Who are
you?"
"I'm The Enigma TNG,"
he said. "Well, then, what kind of label do you want?" asked the
wizard.
Enigma answered, "I don't want to be involved with labels, but I do
wish for my favorite artists back so we can collaborate." A snap of
fingers was soon heard.
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