John sat in a muddy filthy bug ridden puddle. It was raining in Detroit today, and sitting in the back alley of one of the worst parts of the city was John. He wore a tattered business suit, holes in his pants and shoes, and of course covered in mud. He cursed quietly as tears fell down his muddy face. John had lived a wonderful life. He was wealthy, had a beautiful wife, kids and a nice car. He did however, have one huge problem, He was a notorious liar. He couldn't help himself, he lied about everything, and the scary part? He was good at it. He had cheated on his wife for three years before she found out. Their divorce had been painfully rough, his wife had sold all of his items in a gerauge sale for pennies, while he was out on a trip for his work.  The courts favored his wife, and forced him to pay her all of his money, she also got the car, and the kids, and the house. John was screwed. With nothing but the clothes on his back and a wallet with little more in it than his license, and a pick of his kids,. Then, he saw it, it was gleaming in the rain in a way that was absolutely enticing to him.  He reached out and grabbed it by its neck. And pull it  out of the dumpster. The wood was cool to the touch as his fingers danced elegantly over the strings. He brought it up to his waist, and held it at the ready. Its black paint was was chipping away and it was missing a few strings.  A guitar. He smiled and continued to look it over. Then it hit him,...like a sack of rocks smashed against his face, or like a small light had clicked on in his head. His eyes widened as his plan started to form and take shape. He stood up, and wiped off as much of the dirt as he could from, his clothes. He grabbed the guitar, and walked to the closest bar., strutted inside, and marched up to the barkeep.
“Greetings Ma'am, my name is Vladimir Radolfski. I was wondering if I could play a song in this...uh...fine establishment.”
“A song?” She studied him for a long moment before nodding seeing the guitar.
“Alright...”
“Very good ma'am, I will let you know, I do charge $50 prepaid, then $20 after, is that agree able?”
“Yeah...I guess...here.” The woman, hit the cash register and pulled out $50 and handed it to the man. He took it and took off out of the store. She chased after him for a  moment, but realized that he was just to fast. That was a quick fifty bucks, John said to himself as he continued to run down the street. He continued like this for a few more weeks, going to bars, hotels and parties stealing money from the people around the city of Detroit. Soon word had gone around of him, and business's started to get suspicious. It became harder and harder for him to continue with his con. It started not to matter much to him as he had gathered up a fairly large sum of money. He took the money and bought a new suit, fixed up his guitar, and bought a plan ticket to Chicago. Upon arriving he was instantly trying to scope out his new targets, who would he get first? He saw a few bars and some small restaurants. Then, he saw the queen bee itself.  The “New Ravenholme Fine Dining Cafe' .” Perfect. He looked around, and gathered all of his belongings. Time to start in on what could be the greatest con in human history. Time to charge in, and hit them right between the eyes. Time to use his skills to his ultimate advantage. He threw on a wide smile, and used his hand to comb his hair to the side, as he walked inside the building, strait up to the manager.


Made for this song.

Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, fucker, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I’m wide awake
It’s a scene about me
There’s something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can’t get what you want
Well it’s all because of me

Now dance, fucker, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you’ll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid
Trust, deceived!

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

Now dance, fucker, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

So dance, fucker, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives

Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
Hit ‘em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives