[ wp ] Years ago , you made a deal with the Devil to be granted a single wish . All your memories of the deal were then wiped . Years later , your wish is fulfilled and you are about to find out what price your younger self was willing to pay to make it come true .

The crowd cheered wildly as I yelled into the microphone. 
 
 `` Got ta deal with the devil!'' 
 
 And just like that, the song was over, yet the crowd continued to cheer wildly. Looking around at my bandmates, I saw that they were still in their poses, as if frozen there. 
 
'The guys usually are n't this patient,' I thought to myself, still taking in the wild cheers of the crowd. I could make out words from the general uproar, with a common trend amongst the chants. 
 
 `` Deal with the devil, deal with the devil!'' Suddenly, the crowd began speaking as one. 
 
 `` Your deal with the devil has n't been resolved. You must keep your end. After your next tour, you will leave your band, and with it, a hole for others to take your place.'' 
 
 My mouth agape, I yelled at the crowd,'' No, you ca n't make me! I worked so hard to get this far!'' Suddenly, images flashed across his mind's eye, like a home movie made with a rubbish camera. Himself, but much younger, 18 years old, across from a man in a pin-striped suit sitting cross-legged on the floor, rather out of place in the situation. 
 
 `` I wish I was a legendary rock superstar, and that my songs will be sung forever!'' 
 
 `` I hope you know most bands must disband eventually, Robert.'' 
 
 `` Whatever, mate. I'll deal with that when it comes. Now lay it on me!'' 
 
 Just as abruptly as it had started, it then ended, leaving me with an empty feeling inside. 
 `` But the agreement was that my songs would be sung forever!'' The crowd stopped cheering, looking at me with a puzzled expression. 
 `` Are you okay, Rob?'' said a voice from over my shoulder. I turned to see Glenn put a hand on my other shoulder. Brushing it off abruptly, I muttered distractedly, `` I'm fine.'' 
 
 ( SEVEN YEARS LATER ) 
 
 Slowly reaching towards the radio, I sighed as I turned the knob towards the heavy metal channel. Suddenly, the most awful, God-fearing, vile garbage that vaguely sounded like music spouted from the inboard speakers. Swiftly covering my ears, I squinted to look at the title of the song. 
 `` Children of the Korn? God, what did I do to make the world deserve this?!'' 
 
 ( This is my first short story, so critique is appreciated! )
