I bag a $250 mn deal for the bank,
My bosses called me the poster boy and rockstar in making !
I need a new look to suite my personality!
I hopped on to my car and drove to the most
expensive saloon, 1 hr of wait and $150 later
I get a session with Mr B,
Italian in accent,Brit in hospitality, and as expensive as an American can get,
Snap snap runs the sissior, Cutting new and old strands,
I throw my head and relax, With clear instructions to Mr. B, 'Transform me into a Rockstar!',
Ohh the feeling is nice, its cozy and relaxing!, I ease into the chair,
the chirpy sound of sissors is replaced by a rumbling roar, I asked Mr B, 'what is that all about?',
To my amusment he replied,'Sir we have gone hi~tech!', I closed my eyes with a smile on my face with sense of hapiness on going hi~tech!,
'Wallah ! Its done ! Its fabulous , its fantabulous he screamed !
' I was awestuck by his excitment in his voice and opened my eyes to see a stranger in the mirror, Bald with a gottee and pony,
I screamed that's not how bankers look this is an outrage ! this is cheating !
Mr B politely replied, 'Sir, You wanted rockstar we gave one, crisp clean and killer!
That day I swiped the plastic money to pay for Mr. B's creativity !
