"Mike Resnick - A Little Night Music" - читать интересную книгу автора (Resnick Mike)

doesn't know how to handle success, so I kiss each of the girls
goodbye -- their cheeks are as cold as his hand, and I make a note
to complain about the heating system -- and then I go home,
counting all the millions we're going to make in the next couple
of years.
Well, Renfield shows up the next morning, right on schedule,
and I wonder what Vlad was so concerned about, because compared to
most of the heavy metal types I deal with, he's actually a mild,
unprepossessing little fellow. We get to talking, and I find out
that his hobby is entomology, and I can see that he's really into
his subject because his homely little face lights up like a
Christmas tree whenever he discusses bugs, and finally he takes
the money and leaves.
Right about then I am figuring that a Mercedes is really too
small and I am seriously considering getting a Rolls Royce Silver
Spirit instead, but the fact of the matter is that I never see
Vlad and the Impalers again. Pride and Prejudice makes bail, and
Buckets of Gor beats their rap on a technicality, and suddenly the
only thing I've got for my new superstar is a gig sponsered by a
local church group, and he turns it down, and I call his hotel to
explain, and he's checked out with no forwarding address.
I check _Variety_ and _Billboard_ for the next year, and I
see that he's shown up in some minor league towns like Soweto and
Lusaka, and the last I hear of him he's heading off to Kuwait
City, and I think of what a waste it is and how much money we
could have made for each other, but I never did understand rock
stars, and this guy was a little harder to understand than most of
them.
Well, you'll have to excuse me, but I gotta be off now. I'm
auditioning a new group -- Igor and the Graverobbers -- and I
don't want to be late. The word I get is that they're talented but
kind of lifeless. But, what the hell, you never know where
lightning will strike next.

-- The End --