“That’s right, Billy. In fact, Pete was one of my first customers. He wasn’t too happy when I told him that his windmill technique entered public domain in 1973. But that’s enough about me. Are you still running that plastic surgery clinic for celebrities?”

“Billy’s Botox, Boob and Beak Center. We’re up to 25 clinics in Hollywood alone, including drive-thru and walk-in.”

“Amazing. Business is that good?”

“You bet. And just like you, I’m getting more work than I can handle from the music industry.”

“Oh?”

“Seems that everybody wants to be somebody else. I call it the Michael Jackson effect.”

“And there’s money in that?”

“For sure. For instance, just the other day an up-and-coming artist came into my office. He wanted one of our package deals that included Cher’s eyes, Dylan’s nose and David Lee Roth’s 1982 hairline.”

“Really? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“Oh, that’s only half of it. He also wanted Jewel’s buttocks and Mick Jagger’s lips. Hmmm… Or was it the other way around? No matter. I’m telling you, Rick, he wanted so many changes, like Sheryl Crow’s navel and Gwen Stefani’s eyebrows, that I suggested a radical a new technique pioneered by the medical center in Rochester, Minnesota, where they heat the skin up to 320 degrees and then Vac-u-form the entire body. But he said it was too drastic.”

“Too drastic? He wanted all those changes, then said the Rochester procedure was too drastic? What did you do?”

“I gave him what he wanted. After all, the customer is always right.”

“Wait a sec. Surely, you don’t mean…”

“That’s right. I sold him a number one, hold the Mayo.”