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Stood in the crowd
I stepped out of the limo, my sunglasses protecting my eyes from the paparazzi taking my picture; I smiled and waved at everyone, pulled shapes, how I do. They all cheered, I was home, this was me, I was on my way, I was finally Vince. I helped my girlfriend out of the elongated car and wrapped an arm around her. She nuzzled her head into my neck and my music started playing full blast down the street. I cheered as did everyone else. For so long I'd dreamed of this. I was so wrapped up in the excitement; I didn't see him stood in the crowd.
I grinned, heaven, I was in heaven. It was like this was my destiny. I chewed casually on my chewy, like I was in a huba-buba nightmare. Ah, I remembered the zoo. Bollo, Charlie, Howard making me tea in the morning and dancing with me in the middle of the zoo in a sombrero and poncho. I never forgot that night when he said he loved me; it still hung in the back of my mind like a noose. When I saw him and told him I was leaving, I promised him something. It was fine until we'd had that argument and I didn't tell him but I hadn't forgotten to tell him. I'd always notice him stood in the crowd.
"You don't understand Howard." Howard stared at me, his eyes thin slits cutting through me like a blade.
"Why don't I understand Vince? Because I'm not a million dollar rocker? You aren't either. You're a wannabe Vince, you always were." I sighed shakily and slammed the door behind me. Tears streamed down my face and I ran down the street. That's when I met her, Dee. She stopped me and smiled sweetly, perfectly.
"Hey, you're Vince right?" I nodded slowly and she wiped the tears from my face. "I'm a big fan. I'm Dee." I stared, amazed in a love-struck daze.
"Plume? Like lead singer of Robots in Disguise?" She nodded and I shook her hand. "I'm a big fan of yours. I was the one stood in the crowd."
But I didn't tell him until a week after that, a glorious week spent with Dee. I did tell him that I'd see him stood in the crowd.
"Look Howard, it's not easy ok? You have screaming fans and death threats." He stared at me, well, more of an icy glare. I sighed and pulled his arm so he sat beside me. "Truth is I need you to be there for me. Don't worry, I won't change, promise."
"Really?" I nodded and somehow managed to remove the disbelief in his sparkling eyes.
"Yeah, I'll always be Vince Noir, Rock and Roll star. I'll always notice you in the crowd."
He had smiled and pulled me into a tight hug. I would have gone and talked to him that night but there was a hot party in Soho House and I couldn't miss it. I never imagined I'd crash with Tinie Tempah or Will.. Okay, I wasn't a fan but still, pretty cool dude he was. I never imagined I'd have Eric Turner at my birthday party either, all the A-lists were there, no non-celebs. I forgot I didn't live in the Nabootique anymore that night and stumbled through the door, crashing on the floor with a thump at five o'clock in the morning. I was lucky the jazzy man was still awake otherwise I'd have been fucked.
"Vince!" He screamed and ran over to me but I just stared up at him bleary eyed.
"Who are you?" I asked before stumbling to my feet. I stared at his face a little longer. "Oh!" He smiled and I smiled back.
"I know who you are; you're the guy who was stood in the crowd." He turned and walked away. I scanned the room and widened my eyes. "Shit Howard!"
"No, I'm the guy stood in the crowd."
A/N: Okay, first chapter! Reviews keep this going!