[ WP ] After finishing a set at an old bar , a washed up musical legend is approached by someone who just wants to jam with him ... that someone is Satan

Johnny Lavisser strung the last verse of the song as the crowd applauded. As Johny smiled, his brown sports coat kept him warm from the winter's cold that leaked through the cracks in the bar walls. Even though the memories of standing center stage of an enormous stadium filled his mind, he still smiled. However, a sudden cold wind perked up the hairs on Johnny's neck and he immediately packed up his instrument. 
 
 The audience called out. `` Encore, encore! Do n't pack up yet!'' 
 
 Johnny simpered and gave a light wave of his hand. `` Sorry, everyone, I have an appointment to run to. But do n't worry, I'll be back the same time next week. Do n't forget to tip your waitresses.'' 
 
 The crowd groaned, but applauded. 
 
 When Johnny jumped off the stage, instrument case in hand, an old man stepped out from behind the bar and grasped Johnny's shoulder. `` You alright, Johnny? Not like you to bail on a performance.'' 
 
 Johnny's eyes darted left and right, the hairs on his neck never settling. `` Sorry, Chris, but I do have to leave. No charge for tonight, ok?'' 
 
 Chris sighed and let go of Johnny. `` Alright. I hope you'll be alright.'' 
 
 Johnny nodded. `` I will be.'' He then headed out of the bar. 
 
 *** 
 
 After an hour of driving on the interstate, Johnny pulled his car over to the side of the road and took his instrument case out of the backseat. `` Alright, you son of a bitch, let's get round 3 over with.'' 
 
 From a puff of smoke, the devil appeared just as Johnny remembered him. `` So eager now, Johnny? You acted so scared back at the bar.'' 
 
 `` I just figured you would n't want your third ass kicking to be public. If you want, we can go back.'' 
 
 Satan chuckled and shook his head. He snapped his fingers and a small fiddle appeared in his hand. `` A brand new record deal for your soul and what's rightfully mine.'' 
 
 ``'Rightfully yours'?'' Johnny smirked as he opened up his case and took out his golden fiddle. `` You lost this fair and square.'' 
 
 `` Do we have a deal?'' 
 
 `` Sure. Deal.'' 
 
 On the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere, the devil began playing his fiddle underneath a road sign that read:'Keep Georgia Beautiful.'
