[ WP ] : You have a superpower which enables you to get songs stuck in peoples heads . Use this power for evil .

`` So you're not interested?'' I said, twiddling my thumbs, I hoped they could n't see me sweating in this stupid suit. 
 
 The manager, the nameplate on his desk said *Rex King*, sighed, `` I'm sorry, uh...'' 
 
 `` Jack.'' I reminded him. 
 
 
 `` Jack, that's right, but there are a lot of very intelligent and talented people vying for this position and, you... I do n't know how to put this, are not...'' 
 
 `` I'm too dumb for the job I get it.'' 
 
 `` No, no, you're not dumb Jack, you are just not intelligent, I mean *as* intelligent as someone we are looking to hire for this position would need to be.'' 
 
 `` You do n't want to hire me?'' My heart was sinking. 
 
 `` I'm sorry Jack.'' 
 
 Panic rose inside me, `` But you heard my story, you know how bad I need this.'' Oh, that sounded so pathetic, I did n't want to resort to that. 
 
 Rex rubbed his bald head, `` It pains me to not hire you, but we are not a charity, we are a respectable business.'' 
 
 `` Please.'' Tears were welling in my eyes. 
 
 `` We're not hiring you Jack. That's final.'' 
 
 I did n't like resorting to my power, but I was desperate, I turned and stepped out the door. I looked back in, `` Call me when you want it to stop.'' I walked out the door. I had already chosen a song. The song was n't important, any song began to eat away at your sanity around the 500th time. I had noticed the Green Day memorabilia on his desk and the concert pictures hanging on the wall. I was n't too fond of old Rex, so I decided to be extra cruel and destroy his love of his favorite band. `` Holiday'' would play on repeat in his head every second of his life, keeping him up at night, keeping him distracted durning the day until he was begging for it to stop. As I walked out the door the guitars were giving way to those anti-war lyrics. 
 
 *hear the sound of the falling rain* 
 
 *Coming down like an Armageddon flame* 
 
 Rex would be thinking, hey I like this song, funny it would pop up in my head like this right now. *In a few days you wo n't, * I thought to myself, *in a few days you'll hate it as much as I hate you. * I slept well that night. 
 
 `` Jackie! It's so good to hear from you!'' My mother shouted. Her enthusiasm failed to hide the tremble in her voice. 
 
 `` Hey mom.'' It killed me to hear her like this, `` have you been you feeling better lately?'' 
 
 `` Oh Jackie, do n't worry about me so much, I'm doing fine.'' she was n't, her voice strained like this conversation was a two ton concrete block she was holding up. `` How is the job going? You got it, right?'' 
 
 It could have been the last conversation I had with her, but I still could n't be completely honest, `` Great! I've, I've been working on it for weeks.'' I lowered my voice, `` Working on getting one I mean.'' 
 
 `` Oh.'' The dissapointment seeped right through the phone. I was such a fucking failure. My brother had already raised $ 15,000 for her treatment! `` Well good luck honey, I love you, bye.'' 
 
 `` Bye.'' I threw the phone across the room. And starting ranting at the apartment walls, `` Mr. Rex! You know why I do n't have those fucking qualifications? Because I dropped out of college to start raising some fucking money for my dying mother! Fuck you!'' 
 
 `` Shut up!'' The people upstairs yelled. I turned up the music in Rex's head. Deafening all thought except, 
 
 *I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies* 
 
 *This is the dawning of the rest of our lives* 
 
 *On holiday! * 
 
 Truth is, I was never close to being qualified for that job, I needed money bad. Now all I could do was wait. 
 
 `` Jack, come to my office now!'' Rex sounded like he had aged forty years in a week. His voice was raspy and weak. So much like my mother's. 
 
 I wrapped the phone's cord around my fingers, `` I do n't know Rex, what's in it for me?'' 
 
 `` Is that what this is about?'' He roared. 
 
 `` A job? Of course not! Why would I want to make money for my mother's treatment? Absurd!'' 
 
 `` Just come in right now, you want a job? Come and get it, please come here right now! It's you, it had to be you!'' 
 
 `` I do n't know Rex, now that you need me to save you, like I needed you to save me, maybe I'll show you what it's like to get the shitty end of the stick.'' 
 
 `` Please, a million dollars! That's my retirement and my kids' tution, it's your's you monster!'' 
 
 `` How about that Audi of your's, that's pretty fucking cool.'' 
 
 `` I have the keys! Just get over here now!'' He screamed. I walked over with a new energy flowing through me. I liked feeling this way. All the Green Day memorabilia was gone. The walls and desk were bare, only a sorry, sweaty, disheveled old man remained. 
 
 I held out my hand, `` Keys?'' he handed them over, `` Cash?'' He slid two checks, `` Job?'' he shakily slid two papers over, `` Just kidding, I ca n't work here after this.'' I snapped my fingers, `` Thank you.'' His muscles relaxed. The tension in his body vanished, he collapsed to the floor and began to weep. 
 
 `` Mom, I have enough to pay off the treatments in full.'' 
 
 `` How?'' She said, `` You did n't do anything illegal did you?'' 
 
 `` I did n't do anything they did n't ask for.'' I grinned knowing that was true, `` I love you mom, get well soon.'' 
 
 `` Bye bye now, I always knew you could do it.'' She hung up. I rubbed my head, a song was raging in my head, stronger than ever before. That's how it worked. There had been a song stuck in my head for as long as I could remember, I could n't get rid of it but I could give it to someone else, but when I got it back, it came back stronger than ever. I needed someone to give it to. There was a knock on the door. 
 
 Two police officers were waitng, `` Jack Weiss, we are here to investigate threats you made against an office manager Rex King.'' 
 
 `` Okay, arrest me.'' I held out both hands. 
 
 They looked at each other, I must have been a little to eager, `` You have a good lawyer or something? You seem a little too excited for this.'' 
 
 I said, `` I'm an innocent man, I've done nothing wrong.'' They took me to the car, one of the officers was whistling `` Hey Jude''. In a few days, they would beg me to leave.
