You're Going To Hollywood

Now when Jessie returned from behind
the double doors, the crowd welcomed
her, for they were all waiting for the
judgement. And there came a man named
Ryan, who was the ruler of the soundproof
audition space; and falling at Jessie’s feet
he besought her to come in close to his
wireless microphone, for he had only
twelve seconds until a commercial break
was born. As she went, the audience
pressed around her. And a woman who
had had a flow of Jessica Simpson songs,
and had spent all her living upon earplugs
for twelve years, and could not be healed
by any one, came up behind Jessie, and
touched the fringe of her golden ticket; and
immediately the songs in her head ceased.
And Jessie said, ‘Who was it that touched
my golden ticket?’ When all denied it,
Ryan said, ‘Wow, look how your excited
family is closing in on you!’ But Jessie said,
‘Someone touched me; for I perceived that
a lilting melisma has gone forth from my
golden ticket.’ And when the woman saw
that she was not hidden, she came trembling,
and falling down before Jessie declared in
the presence of America why she had touched
the pretty paper. And Jessie said to her,
‘Dog, your faith in the golden ticket has
made you well; go to Hollywood in peace.’