Demi Lovato

Demi entered the office and sat on the couch. "Look, my agent says I need to be here. Let's get this over."

You hold back and **** a smile. "So why did your agent say you need to be here?" you ask.

"He says my struggles with depression, weight, ****, and **** are interfering with my career. He's full of shit, but I'm here to humor him. I'm fine."

You just nod. "Would you rather do this interview in the nude or would you rather become a nun and join a convent."

"Whatever," said Demi as she stood up and removed her silk jacket. "I'll do it in the nude." She strips and carefully lays her clothes on the couch and takes a seat. She crosses her legs and puts her hands on her knee.

"Would you rather do the session with your legs spread and your hands behind your head, or would you rather do the session on her knees with your thumb up your butt?"

Demi spreads her legs and puts her hands behind her head. "What's up with these weird questions?"

You just smile again.