“Listen, your career is coming to an end.  This new single – its terrible.  You’re fading from the public eye, and the future isn’t looking so good.”

            She keeps her head down; eyes on the ground.  Her demeanor is that of a child in the principle’s office.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?  It’s not like I’m getting any offers from people to do anything.  Have you heard back from Kanye yet?”

“Kanye’s not interested.  After this single, no one wants to touch you.  Even the songwriters are quitting.”

            The agent sits and ponders.  His delicate hands shuffle papers about his desk and he finds a pen to chew on.  A moment passes, then another, and another.

“There’s one last thing we can do, Brit.”

“Anything.  I’ll do anything.”

“I was thinking sex tape.  The public doesn’t want to see that anymore, you’re too old now.  Then I was thinking posing nude, but again, no one wants to see that.  You’ve already done the no panties getting out of the car thing, and that didn’t go over too well.  How serious are you about this?”

“I need my fans back, I’ll do anything for it.”

“Okay, that’s what I wanted to hear.  Are you ready?”

            She inches closer and closer in anticipation.

“Death!”

            Britney’s puzzled. 

“What do you mean?”

“You need to die.  After people die they’re way more famous than they were alive.  Look at Michael Jackson, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Cher, well as far as I’m concerned Cher’s been dead since 1987.”

            The agent’s guffaw fills the room, and sinks into the walls.  Britney sits in silence.

“I realize this is a big decision, I don’t expect an answer right away.  Get back to me when you can.”

            Her body stiffens as she thinks of her next grave words.  Each letter fights its way off of her tongue and through her glossy painted lips.  With each one she can’t believe the next, but she subdues to their power.

“I’ll do it.”

“That’s great!  You’ll have to work out the details.  I can give you the numbers of a few guys that can arrange it.  This is going to be big.  We’ll get you into the studio to record some post death hits right away.”

            The agent can’t hide his greedy excitement.  Coins shine in his eyes as he looks at Britney one last time.  

“This is going to make you a lot of money.  You’re going to be the biggest thing for the next three months.  That little Beiber prick won’t be able to come close to touching you.”

            She smiles at the thought.  She almost laughs like a giddy child.  The agent stands up and shakes her hand.  They walk towards the door of his office.

“Kid, I knew the moment you walked through my door that you were going to make it big, but I never thought it would be this big.”