The Devil Went Down to the Sunset Strip
by Dayle A. Dermatis
“Angrrr Management were four talented guys. (They really were. I wasn’t just some starry-eyed groupie; I knew decent music and I knew stage presence.) Talented, yes, and awfully pretty, all of them. And every last one of them was dumber than a post. Had they never HEARD of Robert Johnson?” A hilarious urban fantasy short story about 80s hair metal and selling your soul to Satan.