The Script

For a really long time, I believed The Script was this fat, filthy rich dude who always wore white, open-neck tuxedoes and drove around in bullet proof cars, who all the ladies listened to because he bought them jewellery or something. That they all called him The Script and not Mr. Script, Sir Script or god forbid, just Script was a mark of respect, of course. Like calling somebody 'The Man'. You the man!