I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I had the coolest dream last night: I dreamed I had actually written the last two Harry Potter books. They were still marketed under J.K. Rowling’s name, but she’d hired me to do it because she didn’t have time or something. I remember thinking, “Now I’ll know who my true friends are and who just wants to hang out with me because I’m incredibly rich.”
Chances are I got screwed in some one-time payment thing anyway, though.
Also, that thought was illogical, because if anything, it would be more difficult to know who my true friends were.
