The set of the television show was cleared. Everyone else had gone home already and not a single sound echoed throughout the building. The young man peered at himself through the mirror while keeping seated at the dressing table. He slowly reached his hand out, carefully running his hand along the edges of his reflection. The bulbs attached to the mirror ahead were lighting up his big, bright, blue eyes. He looked closer at himself, sharply gazing at each of his particular features. He had long layers of jet-black hair that hit just below his shoulders. Thick rings of ebony eyeliner circled around his eyes. He looked just as he did on a regular basis. However, one familiar feature was missing from the man's face. A smile.
Noel Fielding was best known for his role as "Vince" on a comedy television show called "The Mighty Boosh." He had written the part and acted as the part for almost six years now. He had alot in common with his character, Vince. Both were loved by most who knew them. Both were always looking about for the latest styles in fashion. Both were always in a cheerful mood and had a tendency to bring joy to those around them. Vince was the Sunshine Kid. And to his friends and family, so was Noel. He wrote the part of Vince for a reason. He wanted a better way to portray himself. A better way to display himself to the world. More than anything, all he wanted was to make people smile; to make them laugh; to make them happy; to please them. But lately, Noel had felt himself changing. He hadn't been the same cheerful person he once was. He and Vince had now become more different then ever. Noel had been miserable. And all he had been doing was hiding his new-found misery behind a fake smile; a fake laugh.
Noel pulled his hand away from the mirror. As he moved his hand over his chest, he gently grabbed the pendant that hung on his neck. With a careful grip on it, he slowly slid his thumb across it, back and fourth. The pendant was in the shape of an old-fashioned key. Noel was never seen without it. It had constantly hung over his chest since the day he received it. While holding on to the old, silver key, Noel kept his eyes on the face in front of him. With one last light stroke of his thumb across the key, he let go.
He lifted his arms up to place his elbows upon the surface of the table. He let his head sink into his hands, cupped together and propped up by his elbows. He let out a loud sigh, his head stirring with thought. Slowly, he began to slide his hands upward, through his long silky hair. He looked up and with one last sight of himself in the mirror, he stood up and flicked the lights off as he headed out of the studio.