[ WP ] You have a radio which allows you to predict the future using music . Today it starts playing 'Highway To Hell '

The day my parents first told me I was adopted, the radio played `` Who Made You''. The day a powerline snapped and almost killed me, it played `` High Voltage.'' The evening when the earthquake hit? `` You Shook Me All Night Long.'' My 21st Birthday, naturally, was `` Have a Drink on Me''. 
 
 The radio could tell me the future, and its medium of choice was AC/DC. Oh sure, it played other things too, but they did n't mean anything. It was only when I heard AC/DC that it was a prediction or advice, but it never failed me. 
 
 So I started listening. My senior year in college, when the radio played `` This House is on Fire'', I pulled the alarm and saved everyone's life. Later when I had my own house and heard `` T.N.T.'' I got my gas lines inspected, which it turns out also saved my life. When I heard `` Thunderstruck'' right before the biggest thunderstorm the region had ever seen, I did n't go outside at all. 
 
 I met the woman who would be my wife the day I heard `` Whole Lotta Rosie''. Her middle name was'Rose' but this was apparently close enough for the radio. A year later, we eloped when I heard the dulcet tones of `` Sin City''. Best relationship of my life. 
 
 So when I woke up one morning, dreading the commute and the daily grind, and I turned on the radio to hear it blaring `` Let There Be Rock'', I knew what I had to do. I quit my job that day. I bought a guitar, and I learned how to play it. I was pretty good. Not great, but people were n't running away. 
 
 I started playing some local gigs once `` Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap'' came on; as predicted, they did n't pay much, but they got my name out there. I started getting some real momentum the day I heard `` Rock'n' Roll Ai n't Noise Pollution''. 
 
 Then came the day I thought I was going to die. `` Hell's Bells'', and I thought, shit, that's it for me. I was tempted not to leave the house, but it's also the day that I was supposed to sign the record contract that would make me a star. It was n't until I read the contract in full that I understood what the song was really referencing. 
 
 It used to be, if you wanted to sell your soul to gain musical skill, you had to take a trip to Clarksdale, Mississippi and visit a certain crossroads, then strike a deal with the devil himself. Nowadays they've got the process pretty streamlined; all you need is a publisher. Most people think it's a metaphorical selling of your soul, but I read the fine print; it's very real. 
 
 But it was n't like I was getting into heaven anyway, so I took the deal. 
 
 The radio did n't stop, now that its purpose had been consummated. It kept on playing songs whenever important things happened. `` Rock'n Roll Train'' played the day I was asked if I wanted to start touring - that's an obvious yes. `` For Those About to Rock ( We Salute You )'' played the day we made our # 1 hit. 
 
 Today, though, today brought back some old memories. I woke up and heard AC/DC's classic `` Highway To Hell.'' It was time, I figured, that the devil got his due. 
 
 I drove, as the contract stipulated, to a specific crossroads in Mississippi, and there stood a man, dressed in an impeccable suit. The radio, to highlight the occasion, played `` Back In Black'' as the man opened the passenger door and let himself in. 
 
 `` What happens now?'' I asked, driving down the road. I did n't have a destination in mind, but I was pretty sure where I was going to end up anyway. 
 
 Old Scratch smiled. `` You come with me. To the rest of the world, you died this morning in your bed. Us, we've got work to do.'' 
 
 That was n't exactly what I'd been expecting. `` What work?'' 
 
 The Adversary just grinned over at me. `` Talent scouting. We're going on the road, and we're going to find the next kid to make into a star. It's a good thing you put out about a hundred songs, bud, because he's going to need them.''
