Offer her a deal with the devil, you being the devil

You glance at the clock. There is a minute left in the class. One more minute of Cindy murdering "Yellow Submarine" is too much. You freeze time for everyone except you and her.

Unfortunately, she's so wrapped up in her song that she doesn't notice. She doesn't notice everyone frozen in place, she doesn't notice that the chorus has stopped and her voice is alone in the room, she just keeps belting out the song with her eyes closed and her hips swaying.

Stunned by her self absorption, you let Cindy finish the song. She finishes with a dramatic bow and finally opens her eyes. You clap your hands as she looks around at the frozen students and teacher.

"Why are you guys pretending to be frozen?" asks Cindy.

"They're not pretending. I decided we need a little privacy. If I'm going to offer you a deal, you might as well have some peace to think about it."

"This is..." Cindy pokes Mr. Myers's arm. "This is weird." She pokes his arm again, then his forehead, then pokes several random places on the man, all without a response.

"It definitely is," you say. "But I can do all kinds of weird stuff. I can make you a huge pop star with a snap of my fingers."

Cindy looks at you like you're crazy. Just as she's about to say something you snap your fingers.

Suddenly the two of you are standing on a stage in a huge arena. Cindy's wearing a sexy pink outfit that shows lots of skin, especially for her breasts. Pyrotechnics are going off at the edge of the stage, sending sparks everywhere. The crowd chants, "Cin-dy! Cin-dy! Cin-dy!"

You snap your fingers again and the two of you are back in the frozen classroom, except now you're sitting in the teacher's chair.

"Whoa!" yells Cindy. "That was... that was... I want that back!"

You make a contract appear in your hand. "You can have it. You can be the biggest pop star in the world. You just have to agree to something."

Cindy eyes the contract. She starts to move her hands over her body in the flirty way that she does when she's singing and the teacher isn't looking. "You want my soul?"

"Nah," you say. "What would I do with a soul? I want..."