Boris was a terrible stand up comic, with lousy material. Audiences hissed and booed. He hated being a carpet cleaner. Comedy was his passion.
Then Luanna appeared, offering to write his material in exchange for 10% of all his future earnings. He read her stuff and immediately agreed.
His career took off, leading to gigs in Vegas and a possible sitcom. Boris decided to break their contract and cut her out.
Luanna smiled and made a phone call to her uncle Carlo. Let's just say Boris is now working on wheelchair humor. After all, a contract is a contract.
No comments:
Post a Comment