Witness

"Betrayal happens in strange ways and comes from strange corners sometimes. Some days life can feel pretty normal, so to speak. Then there are other days that makes you think you've walked into something sinister, into a Hermann Hesse novel. I wish I could tell you that nothing surprises me anymore. But unfortunately that isn't true. Fame and money expose people for who they really are. Some are willing to do anything to keep it. "Witness" is a song written abotu this betrayal, and betrayal is always one of the seeds in the Garden of Sin-suality...

Phone rings.
"Hey, T."
"Hey, you."
"I need to give you some news."
"Give me the bad news first."
"It's all bad."
"Okay, I'm standing. Shoot."
"They want - from you." (Some issues are locked up in confidentiality agreements.)
"Hmm."
"Are you there?"
"Yep."
"What's our response? Do you want your team's advice?"
"Yes, I want your advice, but not today. My response is - tell the team no one responds. I will not dignify their insult."
"Understood."
"I suspect they'll call back within six days."
"Six business days?"
"Yeah, weekends count only for musicians and crew."
"And accountants."
"Fair enough. But never suits. I haven't seen a suit at a gig in a long time."
"I wear a suit." says Philip-the-Good.
"Nothing personal."
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. And, sure enough, within six business days I get a call from Philip-the-Good." [Tori Amos: Piece by Piece]