A short play for your amusement.
Interviewer: I see you were in a band?
Applicant: Total sex machines! In block 4. We had such cool name, too. And to think - can you imagine - some called me Pimpled Pete?
Interviewer: You played...?
Applicant: No. Not me. I mean, no. The guitar hurt my fingers - ouch! - still hurts when I remember it. I traded it for a bong. And - really - nobody joined with me, so it never really took off. Such a shame. We had a cool name.
Interviewer: So you listen to music a lot?
Applicant: Heavens, no. I haven't got the whatsamathing - oh yeah, the stereo. Or whatever you call them these days.
Interviewer: But can you name one artist?
Applicant: Well, my personal favorite's David Beckham. Or Bowie.That dude from Nickelback.
Interviewer: Congratulations, sir, it's clear you're the right man for The Rolling Stone magazine! Welcome aboard.
Applicant (grinning): can I do a review of a Queen album?